Down in the forest, there is a tree.
What's left of one, anyway.
The Nemeton calls another supernatural creature to its town.
The blood that drips onto it forms a circle.
"I'm just having trouble focusing. The words aren't really sticking."
Judging from how many times he just cried out "Mom!", it's not.
After Stiles has calmed down, he grimaces.
"I think everyone who's done should try to figure out what the victims have in common."
Lydia interrupts the specious speculation.
"I think I remembered something important. I mean, I remember something, but it's not- it's not my memory. It's one of them. There was- it was a surgery, she saw them. She forgot. They're interrupting operations and sneaking in whatever it is they're doing."
"The girl who was being operated on, she remembered the Dread Doctors interrupting her surgery. Or she didn't remember, she forgot. I remembered for her."