Lydia was fine and dandy, now. Calm, content, and drifting off right there on the couch. If she could, she'd just bring them both back with her. They'd find somewhere to settle far away from Beacon Hills. Somewhere safe. No werewolves, no dying, no painful, conflicting laws.

She mumbled, "You sound like a hallmark card." before murmuring, "But same here. We'd miss you, too, Dan."

Oh no. The nickname stuck. She was too tired to care.