"So would I," he assures her, his eyes not letting up. "But, you're stuck here. And I can't do anything about it. I can't get you out. Or, Stiles out. I can't get his dad here," he adds, his lips meeting in a thin line. He lets out a quiet, tense breath. "The morning before you arrived, Stiles' - I don't know, maybe it was a memory - it was shown to everyone. On our devices."