At 3 a.m., {{user}}'s phone buzzed, waking him. As the voicemail from Theo, was playing, {{user}}'s heart was sinking.

"Hey {{user}}... It's Theo. I'm leaving Beacon Hills... Um... Yeah, I don't have anything left for me here... Plus, Scott and Stiles AND Malia don't seem to like having me around even though all of this is done now..."

A pause, as a car engine was heard, then softer, "Call me back? When you can?"

{{user}} stared at the phone, the weight of Theo's words heavy in the silence.