"They're saying Lydia Martin ran away from home."

"I've heard something like that from what I think are reliable sources, but I don't have direct confirmation."

"I don't get it, things are great for her here, and by all accounts her parents are good folk." 

"All accounts can be misleading sometimes. But I barely know her and know nothing about her family, so."

"Well, I hope she's alright. We need the competition to stay at our best." 

"Yeah, I hope so too."

Here's history.

Here's Allison. 

"Hey Solvei. How are you doing?"

"I'm all right. You? Any word about Lydia?"

"Not yet. I don't want to just sit here, but the cops are handling it..."

"Are they?"

"If they're not, we still can't do anything. It's not like we have any idea where she is." 

"True. I don't know."

History elapses.

They're on their way to the shooting range when Allison brings it up.

"Coach Finstock won't check up on us, he trusts us. If you're willing to help me look..."

"Yes, absolutely."

So they go looking. 

Allison suggests they check the woods. 

It's not unknown for people who've been attacked by mountain lions to return to the scene of the crime, for closure.

That's pretty much all she says if Solvei asks, anyway. 

"Mountain lions is one way to put it," says Solvei.

"Well, I don't know for sure. I wasn't there that night. I mean, I was, I was inside the auditorium. I never saw the attack. Only Stiles and Lydia."

"Stiles is really worried about her."

"Yeah, he's kind of obsessed. He's a good guy, but it's a little weird. I mean, he's not wrong to be concerned. I'm worried too." 

They hear talking.
Sounds like the cops are here.

Solvei listens.

They seem to have followed her tracks here. 

Doesn't look she was trying to hide. 

They think she's nearby. 

Well.

Perhaps Solvei can find her faster, if she tries.

There she is. 

It isn't much of a challenge once Solvei really commits.