So much in Laura's mind came from one night. A single night six years ago when so much she loved and cherished was taken from her. Fire and pain and screams haunted her day and night.

Yet it wasn't the only thoughts that haunted her.

There was thoughts of her family, happy and close knit and sharing so much. There was school. There was Peter and then Derek being basketball stars, and Laura on Dean's list and a concert violinist. There were the kids she tutored, and the friends she knew.

And there was the man that made her heart race. Someone whose smile still haunted her, as much as her knowledge of who and what he was.

He had left Beacon Hills before the fire, after his wife had died, but she knew he had been back. She had memories of him there, in the hospital, talking to her when she couldn't talk back.

She hadn't expected him to return though. Even with the signs she had left to lure Peter and Derek back. Yet here he was. She had heard the truck, and then it was his scent that stepped through the door. She thought to turn, to slip out a window.

Instead she came to the top of the stairs, watching him with her heart feeling like it was lodged in her throat.