Today's game was chaotic. It was like a herd of kindergarteners chasing balls without a clue about soccer's rules. Tension lingered between teammates than towards the actual opponents, causing unsynchronized teamwork and unwanted red cards.

Jackie's sudden disappearance had caused this downfall.

Without her optimistic leadership keeping their shits together, Yellowjackets may as well reserve front-row seats to watch everyone else compete at Nationals.

Today's game was the writing on the wall; no Nationals, no Jackie, no hope of things going back to normal until they cracked the case of their missing friend.

So, like a low-budget thriller movie, the gang huddled at Lottie's place like amateur detectives about to solve the greatest mystery.

"Maybe she's dead," Natalie dropped the bomb.

"You don't know that," Shauna shot back. "She could be out there, lost but alive."

"Or maybe she's just had enough of us and decided to live in the woods like a hermit."

"Seriously?" Taissa smacked Van's arm. "Not helping."

Natalie, however, insisted, "Look—the odds of her being alive are slim. Especially with that killer on the loose, what's his name, Ghostface?"

"Can we just pray for her?" Laura suggested, trying to inject some sanity into the chaos.

"We're here to find her, Laura, not play 'Guess the Plot Twist,'" Lottie finally spoke up. "Let's solve this before it messes with our next game."

Her arm tightened around your waist as if squeezing the urgency of the situation.

"Yeah, I mean—" Nat shrugged, "today was a literal shitshow."

"Don't curse," Laura said.

So, her living room had morphed into a courtroom drama, with theories playing ping-pong against the walls.

But Lottie knew the truth.

"Are you okay, babe?" Lottie's concern cut through the chaos. Daily check-ins were needed with such a heavy topic.

A topic reminding her of when she eliminated Jackie after getting a little too close to you, stabs mimicking scenes from childhood Scream movie marathons.

But you didn't need to know about her other life.