Sheriff Stilinski

— I will put so many bullets in your head. God won't even recognize you.
— I'm an atheist.

I have a son. His name is Michislav Stilinski. But we call him Stiles. I remember. When Stiles was a little kid, he couldn't say his first name. Not sure why. It pretty much rolls off the tongue. But, uh, the closest he could get was "mischief." His mother called him that until... I remember when, uh... When Stiles first got his Jeep. It belonged to his mother. She wanted him to have it. The first time when he took a spin behind the wheel, he went straight into a ditch. I gave him his first roll of duct tape that day. He was always getting into trouble. But he always had a good heart. Always. We're here tonight because my goofball son decided to drag Scott, his greatest friend in the world, into the woods to see a dead body.

– If I let you out and I see any behavior that I find remotely suspicious, I'll put so many bullets in your head, God won't even recognize you.
– I'm an atheist. Fire at will.

– Tell me one thing about Stiles that you remember. Just one.
– You swipe that key card, I'll tell you anything you want.
– Sheriff... They are coming.
– One thing. Just one!
– He was smart! Smart enough not to trust me.

He's on the lacrosse team. I mean, he's terrible, but he's on the team.

– How did you remember?
– It started with Stiles' jersey. Then I found the red string for his crime board. Finally, his whole room came back… and all the memories.

Oh, God. I found you.

– I thought I saw him. It's like... something opened right there in the middle of the room. Just for a moment. And then it was gone.
– A rift.
– I thought there was only one rift. We saw it disappear.
– You remembered Stiles and then a new rift was created.
– If the Sheriff can do it...
– Maybe we can.
– But that rift closed.
– Then we'll open it again.
– How?
– By remembering Stiles. We have to remember everything.