[ - only because his fingers are shaking too hard to type out a message. ]

Hey, Allison? I'm, um... I'm kind of- [ there's a deep breath and cool it, scott, cool it, their stuff is still here, they have to be here somewhere- and the sound of him running a hand through his hair is clearly audible. ]

- worried. I woke up and Stiles was gone, and Isaac hasn't been responding to any messages. Is he... well, I mean, I feel like I should ask if he's with you, but I feel like I already know the answer.

Can we meet up?