Alex, the little boy who Liam found in the backseat of the abandoned car, sat quietly in a chair in the Sheriff's office with his head down.  Sheriff couldn't figure out about this situation. Where are his parents?  Why would they leave him in the car?  Did something happen to them?  Was there a wreck?  Or did Alex take the car for a joyride and doesn't want to get into trouble with his parents?  Only problem is that Alex claims he doesn't remember.  The answer lies in his head.  Only way to get the answer...is to get inside his head. 

Sheriff walks into his office and kneels down to meet Alex's level, "Alex, you know we're having trouble locating your parents.  And since you can't remember anything, we have a method, an unusual method that might help you remember.  But I need you to be okay with it.  I also need you to know that it's probably gonna hurt."  He says gently. 

Alex looks up at him, shaking his head, "I don't care." He says anxiously.  "I just want to find my mom and dad."

Sheriff sighs and looks over his shoulder to give Scott, Stiles, and Josie the word to come in.  Josie sits on the couch, stroking her stomach, as Scott kneels by Alex.  Sheriff shuts the blinds to prevent anyone else to see what they were doing and stands by Stiles,  watching carefully.

Scott gives Alex a comforting pat on the back, "You ready?"

Alex nods, keeping his eyes to the floor.

Scott sighs and reaches behind Alex, his claws erupting from his hand, and he shoves them into Alex's spine.  Digging into his memories. 

Alex arches his back and grips the chair's arm rests, gritting his teeth in pain as his eyes roll back.

Scott closes his eyes, searching through the boy's last memory of his parents.  He sees Alex in the backseat of the car.  His parents were driving.  He could see the mother looking over to him, unsure and worried for her son. 

Clicking her tongue,"I told you we shouldn't have taken him to an R-rated movie."  Mrs. Turner sighs to her husband. 

"I wasn't scared." Alex protests.

"Well, I was terrified.  Maybe we shouldn't take me to R-rated movies."  Mr. Turner jokes. 

Alex chuckles, smiling at his dad's humor. 

"You weren't scared?  Not even a little?"  Mrs. Turner smiles as she looks at her son with curiosity.

Alex looks down, kicking the seat, "Maybe a little."  He mutters.

His parents smile at him and kept on driving home.  The road was clear and the sky was clear.  No hint of any form of them getting into an accident of any kind.  Till the turn the corner...

Slamming on the breaks, The Turners gasp in shock at the sight blocking their path.  In the middle of the road was a man, sitting on a horse.  Dressed in dark, leather clothes and a hat covering his face. 

Suddenly, a storm erputs out of nowhere.  Thunder rumbled with the lighetning in the sky.  The horse neighs loudly, rearing in front of them in ghostly sounds.  The Turners were frozen in shock.  Who was this person?  What did he want?  When the horse settles, the man jumps from the saddle, landing on the road.  Alex's eyes widen as he watches the man push back his leather jacket and revel a gun at his side.  He draws his gun and cocks it directly at them!

Gasping in terror, "Will, drive!"  Mrs. Turner shouts.

Mr. Turner grips the transmission stick, but the car starts to make loud grinding sounds.  It wouldn't move!

"Drive!" Mrs. Turner screams as the Ghost Rider walks slowly towards them, still pointing his gun at them. 

The car still wouldn't move, but finally Mr. Turner manages to fix the stick.  But it was too late!

"GET DOWN!" He shouts. 

Alex scoots all the way down to the floor, watching the horrific sight. 

The Ghost Rider fires his gun causing the windshield to explode.  The Turners cover themselves from the glass and look up in horror as the Ghost Rider jumps on top of the hood and reaches through the windshield, yanking out Mr. Turner from his car. 

Mrs. Turner screams for her husband, and gasps as she turns to see another Ghost Rider standing next to her door.  With a strong tug, the door was ripped off from the car.  Mrs. Turner reaches for her son, but the Ghost Rider grabs her.  She frantically grabs for anything to help her, hitting the transmission stick in the process.  Causing the car to drift off down the road with Alex lying on the car floor in pure shock.  He was alone. 

Scott gasps loudly and stands up fast.  Josie sits up and watches his face.  He looked shocked, confused.  Alex gasps for breath, his head falling forward, limp. 

"What'd you see?" Stiles asks.

"I saw a guy on a horse."  Scott says.

Josie frowns, "Horse?"

"He had a gun."  Scott says. 

"Okay, a guy with a gun.  That sounds like my department, not yours."  Sheriff says, relieved that this wasn't a supernatural situation. 

Josie struggles to get up to her feet.  Sheriff turns and helps her up, "What about his parents?"  She grunts and stands next to him.

"Yeah, what happened to them?" Stiles asks.

Scott frowns, "I don't know.  That's all I remember.  But,"  He stops to inhale sharply, "I got this feeling." 

"What kind of feeling?"  Sheriff asks.

"They're coming back."  Alex suddenly speaks up.  He lifts his head and looks at them.  "They're coming for me."

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Meanwhile, Stiles calls Lydia for a little Banshee help.  She meets everyone at the Police Impound yard and begins to exam the Turner's car.  She carefully slides her hand over the glass, gripping it lightly, in hope to feel something.  She sighs in disappointment when she couldn't feel anything. 

So, she gets into the driver's seat and grips the wheel, trying to calm herself to see if she could get any kind of feeling.  She looks up into the rear-view mirror and notices something. 

"Hmm."

Stiles jumps up from the back, startled at what she could be feeling.

"What?"

"This is a perfect shade for me.  Forget the name."  She admires her eye-shadow, rubbing the corner of her eye with a finger. 

Stiles sighs exasperatedly, "Can we please stay on topic here?" He looks up and sees Scott and Josie examining the car.  Josie could see Scott wasn't picking anything up.  Neither was she.  In fact...

"I'm not getting anything."  Lydia says. 

Scott and Josie snap their heads as they hear a coyote howling, jumping over a pile car parts and running over to them, barking.  Malia, it was Malia.  Her eyes glowing bright blue as she makes her way towards them.  She stops and transforms back into her human form.  Fully naked human form. 

Lydia gets out of the car and throws her a pile of clothes. 

"I don't think they're dead."  Lydia says.

"They're dead.  Probably torn apart.  The only thing I don't get is why there's no blood."  Malia says. 

"They're not dead.  If they were dead, I'd sense it."  Lydia protests.

"If they were alive, I'd smell it."  Malia says as she gets dressed. 

"Yeah, I'm not getting anything either."  Scott says. 

"Scott, what are you talkin' about? You were in his head for four minutes.  I timed it."  Stiles frowns in confusion. 

"Well, it's not an exact science.  And he's a kid.  Maybe he's too freaked out to remember."  Scott says.

Josie frowns as she trails her fingers over the glass.  She frowns deeply when she notices something.  Something missing. 

"Why does it matter if they're dead? Dead is dead."  Malia says bluntly.

"Okay, if it's just a robbery, we can't help them.  And if it's something supernatural, my dad can't help them."  Stiles says.

"It sounds like you want it to be supernatural."  Lydia scrunches her brows at Stiles.

"It's been, like, three months since anything's happened."  Stiles says. 

"Yeah, and once a week you drag me out of bed like I'm some sort of supernatural metal detector."  Lydia scoffs sarcastically.

"Okay, it is way more often than that."  Stiles stutters. "You can't tell me that you think this is just some series of impossible coincidences?" 

"What I'm saying is maybe that wouldn't be so bad."  Lydia says and begins to leave and Malia follows her. 

Stiles stutters to stop them, but he couldn't get a word out.  He turns to Scott and Scott simply shrugs. 

Sighing in frustration, Stiles moves and gets into car, looking into the windshield.  He knew something wasn't right, he just couldn't figure it out. 

Scott sighs and moves to lean on the door, "You're starin' at a broken windshield."

Stiles sighs, "There's something wrong with it." 

"It's broken."  Scott points out. 

Stiles rolls his eyes and gives Scott and unamused look. 

"And it wasn't a magic bullet.  It was a regular bullet.  That blew out a regular windshield."  Scott looks over his shoulder and points out to a car with a bullet hole in a windshield.  "Just like that one,"  They look at another one.  "And that one,"  They begin to frown at the difference between the other cars and this car.  "And that one." Scott's voice drops into a whisper. 

"That's not all." Josie speaks up. 

Scott and Stiles frown at her, "What? You're picking up something?"  Stiles perks up.

"More like nothing." She frowns.

Stiles scoffs and slumps against he seat, "You too?"

"No, I mean...something that's not suppose to be nothing."  Josie says. 

Stiles perks up again as Scott frowns at her her. 

"If there was a bullet, where is it?  The guy shot the car, right?"  Josie holds up her fingers like a gun, pointing at the car.  "He had to be at least 3 feet away from the car." 

"Yeah." Scott says.

"To cause a hole that big, the bullet would have gone through and left an exit hole or explode into fragments if it was hollow point.  Where's the bullet?  Where's the fragments?  And most of all...where's the gun powder?  I don't smell a hint of gunpowder...anywhere." She scrunches her brows in confusion. 

Scott and Stiles frown at each other, they couldn't answer her questions.  Stiles leans forward and picks up a piece of glass from the window.  Examining it, he thinks he finally found a supernatural clue. 

"Magic bullet."