He thought things couldn't get any worse but clearly they could. That sick feeling in his stomach wasn't about to go away, not when he knew how many bodies were probably in that house.

"Derek." Stiles grabbed a hold of Derek's shirt with his free hand and twisted his fingers into it like he was afraid Derek was gonna run off. "Derek, we need to get out of here. Now."

They definitely had to leave before the room decided to show some of the more recent of Stiles' bad memories, like getting the hell beaten out of him by Gerard Argent or holding Derek up in the school swimming pool.