Scott McCall: You remembered Stiles and then a new rift was created.
Malia Tate: If the Sheriff can do it...
Lydia Martin: Maybe we can.
Liam Dunbar: But that rift closed.
Scott McCall: Then we'll open it again.
Sheriff Stilinski: How?
Scott McCall: By remembering Stiles. We have to remember everything.
Sheriff Stilinski: I took this picture on your last good day. Stiles refused to leave your side
Claudia Stilinski: I was sick. But I started getting better.
Sheriff Stilinski: You were yourself all day. Stiles had his mom back and I... I had my wife back.
Claudia Stilinski: The medication had started to work.
Sheriff Stilinski: Stiles couldn't stop talking about school, all the trouble he'd gotten into. He tried so hard to stay awake. When he finally fell asleep, it was in your arms.
Claudia Stilinski: The doctors couldn't explain it. We started making plans, started dreaming again.
Sheriff Stilinski: We just sat together and watched each other. We didn't need to talk. But, when you finally closed your eyes...
Claudia Stilinski: I was myself again.
Sheriff Stilinski: I knew you were gone.
Sheriff Stilinski: I couldn't sleep last night. So, um, I got up, figured I'd do some paperwork. The files were in the back of my car. So, I, I go to the garage, and some junk has fallen off a shelf and I, I stubbed my toe on an old baseball bat. Without thinking I yelled a name...
Lydia Martin: Stiles.
Sheriff Stilinski (to Scott): Have you ever had a dream that's, that's so real that you thought it was a memory? Okay, in this dream, I'm lying in bed with Claudia. It's a couple of weeks before we graduate from college and we're talking about the future and kids and what we'll call them. And I tell her that if we have a son, I want to name him after her father. And she laughs at me and she says, "Why would you want to saddle some poor kid with a name like that?" And I told her, "Because he's a great father, kind of father I wish I had, the kind I... I hoped to be." At that point in the dream she smiles, kisses me, and says, "Okay, we'll name him that, but it won't matter. He'll just be called Stiles anyway."
Sheriff Stilinski: Son, you okay?
Stiles Stilinski: Oh, thank God. Thank God. Everyone's forgetting. Everyone is forgetting everything...
Sheriff Stilinski: Okay, okay, slow down, slow down. We'll figure this out together.
Stiles Stilinski: Okay.
Sheriff Stilinski: Now, why don't you tell me your name?
Sheriff Stilinski: You saved their lives. Mason. Malia. Half the population of Beacon Hills. That's got to feel pretty good.
Stiles Stilinski: It did. For a while.
Sheriff Stilinski: But it's something you want to feel again.
Stiles Stilinski: Yeah. Yeah, I think so.
Sheriff Stilinski: Welcome to your future career in law enforcement.