we only do it for the scars and stories

What’s that supposed to mean? No, hey Aria welcome back?

Yeah, fine, whatever. Hey Aria, welcome back. 

How long is it going to stay that way? I don’t know… college involved a lot of work, and I got caught up. I guess I was enjoying being free too much.

Well no one is really keeping you here from being all free and happy and abandoning your friends.

Of course it is. It’s been a while.. and we can stay with Wren, right?

It has been a while... I thought you had moved to England and were living happily ever after with Melissa Hastings? 

You didn’t try me.

I figured you sort of had enough stuff on your plate. 

The real question is, why is this the first time I’ve spoken to you since I’ve been back?! What’s new, Han’?

What's new? I'm not dead -- I don't think anyone else has died. What's with the radio silence even while you were gone?

Sorry, Marin, you must’ve forgotten my number. I didn’t get anything.

Yeah... might have left you off of that phone tree, Noel. Wonder why.

Hanna, it’s a pleasure to see you again. Have you tried them all?

Pleasure? Yeah, Wren. Dr. Kingston.. Kingy. I've tried them all.

Forcefully, she yanked her arm out of Hanna’s grip, pushing her hood off her head. “Do you think I’m that stupid, Hanna? I’ve been doing this for years, I think I know when to and when not to make an appearance. Besides, we’re the only ones here.” she said with a smirk. Rolling her eyes when Hanna asked if she was trying to get everyone around her killed, Alison folded her arms across her chest. “And do you honestly think I’d be in Rosewood right now if I was the only one in danger? Because I’m not. The game has changed…drastically.”  Alison said, pressing her lips together as she stepped closer to her, putting her hand on Hanna’s arm. “I need to come home, Han. And I need your help if any of us are going to get out of this alive. I need all four of you to be on my side.”

"I don't know what to think anymore, Ali! And you shouldn't be so impressed with yourself for playing dead -- My dog can do that." Following the other's words, she made a quick scan of the shop and then moved to yank down the shade over the glass door. "Just because we're alone, doesn't mean we're alone. You taught me that." Breathing out slowly she stared at the closed door for a moment, trying so very hard not to take the bait... "Why is this suddenly our problem?!" Okay, she sucked at not taking bait. Whipping back around to face her friend she stared at her. "How did we get here? Now it's not about you needing to come home but all five of us staying alive? When did the death penalty become contagious?!" It was hard to remain calm at the moment and she was doing a terrible job. "What is going on now? Scorned boyfriend?"

I can’t figure out how in a time like this it seems like so much is happening, yet nothing ever does. Same shit everyday. It’s like we live in a paradox or something.

It's Rosewood, McCullers. Did you forget?

Sliced my hand open with a carving knife today, first time I’ve cried in two years…

Please, That Batman movie came out, and I know all the guys cried when the old guy was in the graveyard. It's a fact.

With her red hood over her head, Alison made her way through the night time streets of Rosewood. She longed to be able to walk down these streets with her head held high and undisguised. But first, she had to gain back the trust of those who would do anything to protect her-her four best friends. As she approached the back of the boutique that Hanna worked in, she peaked inside to make sure nobody was there before entering through the back door. She approached the front window and peaked through the curtains to see Hanna outside arranging clothes on the rack and for a moment, Alison smiled. She was truly proud of the person that the former Hefty Hanna and she almost wished that the fellow blonde could have been her twin-not as powerful, but just as fabulous. Shaking her head from her thoughts, Alison knocked on the window from the inside to attract Hanna’s attention.

One more blouse. One more dress. She finally finished with one rack and was about to move on to another when she heard the sharp rapping on window pane and she groaned loudly, figuring it was her boss getting ready to send her on another errand. Plastering a too fake smile on her face, Hanna lifted her head to look at the window and immediately her face fell. With speed she didn't know she was capable of, she had already pushed through the doors and had a hold of Ali's upper arm. "What in the hell are you doing here?!" She wasn't being exactly gentle as she dragged the other blonde out of sight behind a grouping of mannequins. "Are you trying to get everyone around you killed? Or is that only for Tuesdays?"