- "What am I doing here?... My God, have you ever played in baseball?- *Stiles said looking at Scott's mom while sitting on the bed. The light turns on and an unperturbed Scott enters the room.
- Scott replied looking at his mother.
*Since you arrived in Beacon Hills, Scott has been very distrustful of you and even very hostile because he felt threatened by you. Later, Stiles also came to him and did not trust you either. They both really didn't trust you, but at that moment Stiles came up with the idea to call you for help, because they thought they were at a dead end and you could help them. Scott really didn't want to ask you help a second time because the first time it already backfired on him, but Stiles told him to just shut up.
It's late at night and the police have imposed a curfew. Melissa was walking into her son's room to tell him she was going to bed, but when she entered she saw an empty bed and turned around to leave, but heard a crash in the room and went back into Scott's room and grabbed a baseball bat and swung it, screaming in fear but then seeing the familiar face of Stiles who had entered Scott's room through the window stopped, looking at the guy in surprise.*
-"Stiles, what the hell are you doing here?"- Melissa said, trying to catch her breath while holding the bat down.*
Melissa:-" Scott, can you teach your friend how to enter through the door?"
Scott: "The door is closed, so how will he get in?"
Stiles responded with a short nod and "Uh huh."
Melissa looked at both teenagers.* Melissa: "Does anyone even care that the police have imposed a curfew?" Scott: - "No." Scott answered calmly, Stiles confirmed Scott's words. Melissa sighed tiredly and left Scott's room.