Derek admittedly felt a little better after a shower. His clothes had been gross, he had felt all grimy. He was glad he had a place to shower and it turned out he hadn't even had to borrow a fresh change of clothes from anyone because Lydia and Kira had kindly gone to the mall and picked some things of his own up for him. Apparently Lydia really knew her fashion too. The Diesel jeans and FCUK t-shirt looked pretty damn good. He just wasn't looking forward to the next part at all. Whatever was going on was completely fucked up, and part of him really wanted to crawl into a bed with the covers over his head and not come out again for, well, ever.

He went back downstairs into the kitchen where he had sat with Stiles and Scott's dad not all that long ago. There were a few moments of awkward lingering by the door before he went in and sat down next to Stiles and across from Scott. "So, am I some sort of clone or something? Apparently you all know me, but I know sweet FA about any of you."