So Sky talks to Mr. Argent, and goes back to his complex.

He calls Dr. Deaton, reassures him that everything is fine, but they might have to wait for the Nemeton business, and sleeps. 

Who would think being dead would be so boring? But it totally is! Felix can't even passe! All his sensory input is related to dreamshaping, he is not even sure how long it has been, except "likely not a day".

Urgh.

He creates a robot drone that flies to Sky's bedroom and leaves a tablet and a note explaining everything and that Felix can create radio signals and talk one-way to them, but he can't hear them.

However Sky feels about this, Felix doesn't really have a chance to find out. 

Felix isn't alone, though.

He feels a familiar presence. 

For once, it seems to be asking permission.

Does he want it to show him what's happening?

It's funny how much Felix expects to do things like blinking, despite not having an actual body to blink.

But okay, show me what you got Nemeton.

A conversation...

"We are not crazy." 

"Hallucinating, sleep paralysis...Yeah, you guys are fine." 

"We did die and come back to life. That's gotta have some side effects, right?"

"We keep an eye on each other. Okay? And Lydia, stop enjoying this so much."

A conversation...

"Scott, you can't transform, Allison is seeing her dead aunt and I'm flat out losing my mind. We can't do this. We can't help Malia. We can't help anyone."

"We can try. We can always try."

What? What is going on? Is everyone alright?

The Nemeton can offer no solace. 

A conversation...

"I don't- I don't understand."

A brief pause, and then a voice.

"Not 'who are you', Stiles. Who are we?"

Wait, what? Where is that voice coming from? Sky?

It certainly doesn't sound like him. 

Much deeper, and amused. 

Stiles groans in pain, and the voice continues:

"It's getting colder, Stiles. Did you notice that we've stopped shivering? Do you know why that's a bad sign?"

"It's the body trying to conserve energy. It was my fifth grade science report."

"Hypothermia. Our speech is starting to thicken. Then comes fatigue. Confusion. We're going to die if we don't get out of here."

"Stop saying that. Stop saying 'we'."

"We're just trying to keep you from freezing to death. You better get up, Stiles."

"How? There's a freaking steel-jawed trap on my leg!"

Felix sees Stiles, in a cold, damp room. 

Alone, with no trap in sight. 

What the fuck. What the fuck. Felix needs to help, he creates radio signals and sends messages.

But he can't know what is going on this way. He doesn't even know what the fuck happened. He is stuck here, while his new body is growing...

Okay, that might be a stupid idea.

He can create things, maybe he can create things, he can't create people with specific memories, but that shouldn't mean he can't create a new body to himself, faster than his fountain would.

After a few tests, Felix determines that he can in fact create tiny bodies that his fountain will recognize as his own. None of those were viable, but each one was recognized as him. So he will create a new one to himself and hope it works...

The body is created, Felix can feel the connection leap and reach it and- PAIN! He was supposed to feel pain without a body! But... no, this isn't exactly pain, there is something about himself that is... splitting in half.