Time's been fragmented. It could be hours, it could've been minutes, but Isaac's not entirely sure how he got from there to here except that he'd come to Scott's house with bag in hand because he had nowhere else to go and he had no one else. Erica's gone, Derek doesn't want him, and his father is gone. He has no one and the moment Isaac stops to think about it, all he hears is the cacophony of glass shattering next to his head.

His shirt is starting to get itchy and he picks the wet fabric from off his chest, grabbing hold of the nearest person he sees -- at first, he sees red hair and thinks Lydia, but a deep inhalation of the air around her proves it isn't. "Who are you?" he demands, other hand gripping his duffel bag with all his worldly belongings in it.