Spencer couldn't believe it; they couldn't feel safe inside their own homes anymore. Aria had been rushed to the hospital after the fireplace had flared up during A's attack of Hanna's bridal party.

It had been a relief that Aria had turned out ok despite the second-degree burns on her arm, the group knew that the new A was becoming impatient and they had to act soon.

Spencer's life seemed to be a complete mess since she was forced back to Rosewood, she never wanted Charlotte to be freed and when she was it made it so much worse that her friendship group was at the centre of the blame for her death.

She also had to deal with Toby blaming Caleb for the leak about Yvonne pregnancy, while she knew he had been set up. She didn't want to get Toby involved with the new A specially when he wasn't with her anymore, but it didn't seem like she had much choice but to tell him at this point.

Caleb had been staying at the Hasting residence while he had been working on the campaign but once he had been forced to take the blame for the leak he had been kicked from the premises. Spencer enjoyed having someone else in the house as her parents were always busy as normal and it made her feel safer. Caleb staying with her had been slightly weird amongst the group at first due to Hanna's and Caleb's complicated relationship, Spencer definably didn't want to get into the middle of that battlefield. Spencer hated that Toby had been hating Caleb because of it especially since the two had once been close friends.

Spencer heard her phone ring, she was still at Hanna's house after the disastrous ending of the party. Looking at the screen she saw it was a message from Toby requesting that they met at the brew.

"Who was that?" Emily inquired noticing Spencer's reaction.

"Just my dad," Spencer lied, "He wants me home to help with the campaign, I'll see you guys later."

Spencer turned to leave quickly hugging her friend's goodbye as she did so.

Driving to the brew she decided she had to tell Toby the truth even if Caleb had received a punch to the face for trying to keep it. He deserved to know especially after all he had been through, she knew deep down that even if he didn't know he would probably still end hurt because of it.

Walking in she saw Toby sitting at the back table with a coffee in one hand dressed in his smart police uniform. She loved seeing him in his uniform, it brought back a lot of memories. Spencer knew the relationship she had with Toby would never be the same especially since he was now with Yvonne, but it didn't stop her from wishing it would she never truly got over her feeling for her first love.

"Spencer," Toby spoke, breaking Spencer out of her trance.

"Toby," She paused, "That's for coming to see me,"

"I can't stay long I'm on duty, so…" Toby replied gesturing to the chairs for them to sit.

Sitting down, Spencer breathed in gently, "I need to tell you something."

"If this is about Caleb," Toby tried to protest.

"He didn't do it; he didn't leak it. He is just taking the blame," Spencer tried to explain as she saw the confusion spread across Toby's face.

"Why?" The officer questioned, he knew Spencer didn't have any reason for trying to protect Caleb so whatever had happened must have been a good enough reason to cover it up.

Spencer breathed in, steadying herself. She felt like she was on the brink of tears, she was almost regretting that she was about to tell him, "because A is back."

The look on Toby's face crushed her heart, she knew how he had never stopped caring for her and the evidence was written on his face at that moment.

"Not A exactly," Spencer went on the explain, "Some copycat version."

Spencer sighed it felt like a huge weight had just been lifted off her chest, she stared into the officer's dreamy blue eyes as she waited for a response.

"What," he replied, almost unable to believe what he had just been told.

"Whoever this is thinks that we know who killed charlotte so they are trying to make our lives miserable because of it," Spencer spoke looking over at Toby's face watching it break, "and I'm really sorry but Yvonne was just collateral damage, and Caleb didn't want to tell you as he didn't want to put you at risk, but you deserve to know."

"Thank you for telling me," was all the officer could say as he tried to process the information, thoughts rushed through his mind and suddenly all he cared about what the girl that was sitting in front of him. He knew how tough the whole A experience had been on her.

"How are you? Are you ok?" he questioned knowing that she wouldn't give a completely truthful answer, he knew how she would lock all her emotion inside of herself as she couldn't let herself seem weak especially when she was in public. The Long nights that he had spent with her after she had been through the dollhouse reminded him of how much it had broken her before.

"Yeah, I'm ok," Spencer replied, trying to believe the lie she was telling herself, she wasn't in the worst situation she had ever been in. This wasn't like the dollhouse all over again, or the same A that tried to choke her to death on the ghost train all those years ago. Considering all of that dealing with this was ok.

"I just couldn't have you think that I would ever judge Yvonne for making that choice," Spencer continued talking, taking in a deep breath, "Not after, you and I, almost had to make that choice."

"Yeah," Toby commented unsure on what else to say, looking at his clock he noticed he should get back to work. He looked over at Spencer who was wiping away a tear that had escaped her eye, he knew how much the past hurt, "I gotta go okay," Toby started to get up from his seat.

"Okay," Spencer sighed, "how's Yvonne"

"She, she's been amazing. You know just really strong," Toby replied stumbling over his words. The two friends sighed, "I guess I have a type."

He looked over as he saw the girl in front of him smile, "Take care of yourself," he continued as if going through the motions, he watched the girls smile turn to sadness once again.

"You too," Spencer replied as he left the brew.

Spencer sat quietly wondering what she had to do next with her busy day, her thoughts were interrupted by her phone going off. She half expected it to be an update of how Aria was doing but instead, a message from a blocked number appeared.

"Great," Spencer thought, looking around she opened the message.

"You didn't take me seriously so I thought I'd light a fire under your ass"

Spencer stared at the message, she expected something would come eventually A always like to brag about their achievements when messing with the girls. She knew it gave A more power over them but she couldn't help but feel fear about the whole situation. She realised that the new A was getting more and more destructive quicker than previous embodiments of the figure.

Sighing she clicked her phone screen off. She hated that she had lied to her friends about what she was doing so she decided to pop back home before going out to help with her mother's campaign.

Once home she decided to change into something more comfortable she knew it could be a long night and she couldn't bear to stay in the tight dress any longer. Searching through her wardrobe she wondered how many clothes she owned, most of the clothes in there hadn't been worn many times. Deciding on a pair of comfy jeans, a shirt and jumper she threw on the clothes before quickly picked up her phone from downstairs and decided that she should call Yvonne to offer her support. She knew how difficult the situation was and she wasn't sure if Toby had been lying about how she was coping.

The phone went straight to voicemail; Spencer wasn't sure if Yvonne just didn't want to speak to her if she was truly just very busy with her own mother's campaign. Spencer decided to leave a message anyway so it was the first option maybe she would change her mind upon hearing the message.

"Hey Yvonne, It's Spencer," the girl proceeded to say, "I'm really sorry about everything that has happened and I just wanted to offer my support if you need someone to talk to about this. If you need anything at all just…"

Spencer's message got broken off as a loud boom filled the air and the ground where she stood shock slightly, causing Spencer to jump and stop talking mid-sentence. She looked around wondering where on earth the noise came from.

"Hey Yvonne, just call me back," Spencer carried on into the voicemail. Stopping the call, she looked out her window and spotted smoke wallowing in her garden. Placing her phone down on the kitchen counter she walked over to the back door and opened it, the smell of scorched earth filled her nostrils.

Curious Spencer decided to venture outside to find out what had happened. Across her garden, she spotted the smouldering item. Although Spencer hadn't yet put on any shoe's curiosity got the better of her and she decided to walk through the slightly wet grass to get a closer look.

Getting closer she realised it was the smouldering remains of a small rock that had fallen from the sky.

"How comes everything seems to happen in my garden," Spencer thought out loud, although she was excited to see and possibly study the rock her mind thought back to the awful things that had happened here; Allison going missing, Jessica's DiLaurentis body being buried there and the whole garden becoming a police investigation.

Spencer decided to get a closer look the rock, she knew she shouldn't touch it with her bare hands as it would burn her instantly but she should be able to get close enough to get a proper look at it.

Spencer bent down on her knees next to the rock, she didn't care about ruining the jeans she was wearing. Carefully Spencer started to study the rock, it didn't seem like anything special. It had left a trail from where it had impacted the earth embedding itself deep into the soil.

Spencer thought back to when she had down researched about meteorite crashes if the rock had been any bigger the impact could have killed her or destroyed the whole town. She was surprised the rock didn't do more damage considering the size of it, it must have been the size of a grapefruit.

Bending over the rock she tried to figure out what type it was, a smoky gas wafted slowly in her face as she did so. Unexpectedly a large amount of the smoky gas gushed out of the rock taking Spencer by surprise, causing her to inhale sharply.

Spencer stumbled back spluttering as she tried to get oxygen, she felt her lungs tighten. Her head felt like she was spinning as she stumbled back further away from the fallen rock. Slowly she felt herself being pulled towards the darkness, panicking she tried to use all her energy to crawl towards her house in hopes she could reach her phone to call for help.

Her muscles felt weak as she collapsed on the floor with no energy, black dots danced in her vision before her body finally gave up and collapsed allowing itself to be consumed by the darkness.

It was hours until Spencer's father returned to the Hasting household, he needed to change his shirt after he had managed to ruin the current one when he was eating. Driving up the driveway he noticed smoke coming from the back garden.

His mind immediately thinking that some kids had managed to start a fire in the woods by the house he went to instigate the damage and decide if we needed to call the fire department. Strolling around the side of the house he noticed the smoke was coming from one spot of ground. Walking further around his eyes spotted his daughter lying motionless on the ground.

"Spencer," he shouted sprinting towards his daughter, "Spencer can you hear me?"

He could see Spencer lying there her arm outstretched heading towards the door, her eyes closed. He got on the ground next to his unconscious daughter and checked she was still breathing.

Thank god," he whispered under his breath. Getting up he quickly rushed to open the door into the living room, before he picked up his unconscious daughter and laid her inside across the sofa.

Swiftly he whipped out his mobile and dialled 911 running his hand across his brow to wipe off the sweat.

"What is your emergency?" the operator spoke.

"Its… it's my daughter, I came home and she's unconscious," Mr Hastings replied his voice jittering.

"Where are you, sir?" the voice continues calmly.

"In my house, its 23 Bridgewater Terrace, I just came home and she was lying in the garden unconscious, I don't know how long she has been there." Mr Hastings answered, as he continually checked on his daughter.

"Ok Sir, we are sending an ambulance, is there anything you can tell us to help?" the voice asked.

"There's something smoking in the garden, I don't know what it is. It's like in a hole; I didn't get a good look. It wasn't there before. She also used to have a drug addiction problem, but I don't think she's gone back to them. She got help" Peter rambled.

"Ok calm down Sir, what drug did she use to have an addiction to sir?" the operator questioned.

"Amphetamine, but she's been off them for ages," Mr Hastings responded his voice shaking.

"Please stay with your daughter the ambulance is on its way. Is she breathing," the operator inquired.

"How long till it gets here?" Mr Hastings requested shaking with uncertainty.

"The ambulance shouldn't be long, is she breathing Sir?" the operator asked again.

"Yes, yes," Peter rushed, "she's breathing. I don't know how long she's been out, I only just got back home."

"Is it alright if I leave you now Sir the ambulance should arrive shortly," the voice questioned.

"I don't understand what happened, why won't she wake up," Mr Hastings continued.

Mr Hastings rambling continued for a few minutes while the operator tried to calm him down, the conversation only ended when Peter could hear the sirens coming, to which he thanked the operator and ran to show the paramedics where they were.

"This way, please," He called leading the paramedics into the house. He stood back as he watched the professionals rush to Spencer's side checking on her breathing and her responsiveness.

Opening her eyelids, they waved a bright light in front. Spencer's eyes didn't move, they stared ahead, her pupils pinpointed.

"Pupils aren't responding," one of the paramedics called to the other, "How's her breathing?"

"Seems steady," the other responded, "her pulse is strong too. I think we can move her to the ambulance, you get the stretcher I'll take a look at this thing outside."

Both the paramedics rushed to their appointed positions. Outside the paramedic stood a few metres away from the crater.

"I think I need to call this in," she thought. Pressing on her radio to talk she spoke slowly, "We have an unconscious girl here, she was found in her back garden by what looks like a crater with a fallen space rock, requesting help. Most likely chance that the unknown substance of the rock has caused her to be in this state, due to how she was positioned when her father found her."

Rushing back inside the house she calmly walked up to Mr Hastings, "Sir, I need you to stay here. We are going to take your daughter in the ambulance but I need you to stay here as I have requested the service around to take samples of the scene out there so we can determine what has happened. Do you understand me, Sir?"

Mr Hastings nodded as he watched the paramedic preparing to move Spencer onto the stretcher.

The female paramedic went over to move the girl, on the count of three, the two paramedics lifted Spencer onto the stretcher and took her to the ambulance before driving off to the hospital.