"Malia, Liam, let's go."

And they begin their search.

What fascinating discoveries do they make?

Malia has a flashback when they reach the parking lot, and walks into the street. 

Scott pulls her back before she has a chance to get hit by a car. 

"Are you all right?"

"It's fine. It wasn't them, which means this book is completely useless."

"Actually, I think- I think I'm remembering something. They were at Sinema, when I went there with Mason? When Lucas disappeared? I remember them taking him."

"Sounds like a place to start."

So they start there. It's not exactly hard to get into the club. Liam finds the spot where the victim was taken...

"He was changing. His condition was getting worse, that's what they were saying."

"If they're experiments, they're unstable ones."

"If they could manage stability, they wouldn't need experiments. Do you remember which way they went?"

"I didn't see where they went after they left the building."

"Then let's see if there is anything outside. Scott?"

They go outside.

"There's no scent, it's been too long. We can still look for possible routes, but they've been all over town, it might not tell us much. They must have something besides the mind tricks." 

"It was worth trying."

"Malia and I will look around for a while. You two get back." 

"All right."

To the clinic.

To the clinic!

Everyone is reading, so he decides to take a nap.

Theo is talking to Stiles.

Stiles seems upset by some manner of teen drama.

She listens with half an ear.

"-hard to hear, but you should be happy for them. You've always had feelings for Lydia, anyway, it's not like this was more than a way to keep yourself occupied while you wait."

"They're not together, and Malia's not just a warm body and since when is this your business?"

Kira sighs, rubs her temples, and puts down her copy. 

Sigh.

"Children. Despite what your hormones may be telling you, the matter of finding and securing a mate is not actually as pressing a survival concern as eliminating the insane serial killing druids who emanate a fear aura and would like nothing more than to use each of you as a subject for their twisted experimentation/torture. If you are unable to productively cooperate towards this end without the supervision of a centuries-old indestructible being who is more than capable of compressing your entire body into a ball the size of a grapefruit should you annoy her overmuch, then I will be happy to provide such a service. Do I need to?"

"I think we're good."