Nothing is ever truly deleted. Not if you know where to look.

[ Well. While that totally wasn't ominously creepy at all, she sounds fractionally less b-movie poltergeist then before. It also happens to be a random factoid she'd been reminded of far too often by a grumpy hacker she used to know. So really, it's just a gift that keeps on giving, and Stiles is unlucky enough to be on the receiving end this year.

The last request gets a moment's thought, but only the one, because-- ]

And no. I tried getting your attention and you walked right through me. The phone thing was the first thing I thought of. [ She's met rocks more magical then you, Stiles. ]