Scott takes off before Isaac can do or say anything All he does is turn in the direction he thinks Scott yells (because how sad is it he relies on his extra senses that much?) before realizing he's no longer standing right next to him.

"Of course," he says. Scott wants to complain about the temperature, Isaac's going to complain about - well, he can't really complain anymore. He takes a few steps towards Scott, watching the scene before him. At first he thinks this is the real Stiles and his fear of losing his father is getting to him. But, then Stiles speaks and Isaac gets it right away.

"Scott..." he starts, making his way beside him. "Scott!" He stops right behind, peering down at the vision. Scott's not moving. He's paralyzed with fear and all of a sudden they're in the motel again. He tries blocking out those bad thoughts as he steps in front of him and sets his hands on Scott's shoulders. "Scott, this isn't real. It's not Stiles. His dad's not dead." That they know of but that doesn't help anyone right now. "You know him. He's your best friend. He wouldn't lash out at you like that. He wouldn't say that."

He might. Isaac doesn't know for sure but he's using anything he can to snap Scott out of it.

"Okay? We have to find Stiles. That's not him."