Time might as well stop. Hours always bled into each other when he was in the freezer. He reverts. It's as if no time has passed, as if his father is still alive. He doesn't fight it. Fighting doesn't help. Fighting makes him angrier. It's small, cramped, and altogether the stuff of Isaac Lahey's nightmares. He can't curse Stiles' name because he's forgotten this isn't real. He's in a memory, a nightmare, and he can't get out.

His dad's voice is unmistakable. Isaac knows he's standing there, waiting for his time to be up. His punishment goes for longer each time. Bad grades, that's two hours. Car accident, that's three. Sleeping through a shift, saying the word 'no' - he just expects the sun to come up before he gets out.

Back where you belong.

He shuts his eyes.

Through the din of the freezer, he hears something. Stiles. He's yelling.

"Stiles?" he says, quietly. Stiles is here. Stiles is here because he's not. It's not real. If he can overcome it... He presses against the top, bringing his foot there, pushing. "Get me -" He's done. He is done with this. "Stiles! Scott!" He pushes harder, slamming a flat palm against the top. He has no strength. He's human. He can't get out. "Let me out of here!" he screams, almost yelling into a whine.