I'm sitting in the passenger seat of a car. There is someone sitting next to me. A male. I feel like it's definitely Stiles that's next to me. But there are no details. It's like we are just souls, like light without bodies.
I'm sitting in the passenger seat of a car I don't recognize. A man is driving the car. We're speeding on an empty highway in the middle of nowhere. It reminds me of the desert on the way to Las Vegas. I keep my eyes on the road and scenery, never once looking at the man driving. Even though I haven't seen his face, I know exactly who he is and I feel perfectly happy and safe with him. Out of the corner of my eye I notice him taking one of his hands off of the steering wheel, reaching it across the center console and holding it open. I look down at his open hand and smile. I place my hand in his, our fingers interlocking. He then lifts our hands towards his face and kisses the top of my hand a few times. I watch him do this and laugh. He lowers our hands back to the center console and says, "We're almost there."