In the criminal law class, Michaela Pratt was giving her defense standing in front of her seat looking to Annalise and her associates.

"So what better way to get revenge than to kill your cheating husband and pin it on his mistress?"

The timer on the desk then rang ending her one minute. "Thank you." She still stood looking nervous while the three silently talked with each other on her defense. Annalise looked back at the girl as Frank stepped away.

"Take a seat, Ms. Pratt. You've moved on to the next round." Michaela smiled at her sitting back in the seat. "Who's next?"

Many hands rose in the air wanting to get their defense over as anyone could have the same one. Many, many, students have finished their defense while Annora was nearing the end of hers.

"Yes, Gina did place the pill on his desk as we know. Though, how do we know she meant to kill him then rather simply mistake it for the one she's placed there every day? But if she did have the intentions, we need a new suspect."

The timer rang shortly after with Annalise telling her to take her seat hiding the smile which was fighting to appear.

"Mr. Gibbins?" His head shot up from his paper pursing his lips nodding. "Right." Wes stood up with his notebook gripped tightly. "So, the way I see it is... we say it was self-defense."

Some students laughed into their sleeves while Wes only tried to ignore it. "And we do that because, well, Gina, was suffering from Stockholm Syndrome," He waved his pen around as he spoke, looking at the eyes that watched him, stopping on ones in particular.

"Which is actually quite common in assistants with demanding bosses." Students such as Asher Millstone and Connor Walsh scoffed shaking their heads at him.

"The affair was just one example of how far Mr. Kaufman's brainwashing of Gina went. He made her fall in love with him. So in this way, her poisoning him was an act of self-defense."

Students started murmuring while he stepped back. "And I'll just go stand over there." He went to move but Annalise stopped him. "No. Sit."

Wes looked back at her in disbelief while the rest of the students talked to the ones next to them about him. He went back to his seat sitting himself down.

"Congratulations to those who managed to keep your seat. That said, none of you beat my approach," She stood from her seat on the desk walking behind it to the board. "Which goes as follows."

She picked up the chalk beginning to write on it. "Step one... Discredit the witnesses. Step two, introduce a new suspect. That person is Mr. Kaufman's jealous business partner, Lionel Bryant. Step three, we bury the evidence."

Finished with writing she turned back to the ones who were still in their seats. "We throw so much information at the jury that they walk into the deliberation room with one overwhelming feeling- doubt. That's how you get away with murder."

She wiped the chalks dust from her hands walking to the desk where Bonnie and Frank stood. "See you in the courthouse at nine."

Leaving the building, Annora chased down Wesley Gibbins to the bike rack where they first met. "Hey! Wes!" He lifted his head from the wheel of the bike to see Annora jogging to him.

"I, uh, I liked your defense. It was honestly good." Wes laughed down at his bike seat before his eyes met with hers again. "Thanks. Your defense was great. You really think like your mom."

The new friends talked and rode together until they went other ways to return home.

It was now nine am and the class was seated in the courtroom. Ms. Tanner, a witness, sat in the stand talking as she was questioned.

"I was his first assistant for 21 years, so to see him on his office floor like that,"

Michaela Pratt was running late and by running she was very much was through the courthouse.

"It was so awful. He wasn't breathing. And his skin kept getting more and more blue." Ms. Tanner was starting to grow emotional in the seat looking to Agnes. "I'm sorry, Agnes. I tried everything."

Williams stood in front of her nodding. "You did everything you could, Ms. Tanner." He gave her a thin lip smile before turning back to his seat.

Asher Millstone turned around towards Wes Gibbins, Laurel Castillo, Annora Keating, and Connor Walsh who sat directly behind him. "We just got screwed, and not in a good way." He weirdly smirked then turned around after receiving a look from Annora.

Annalise stood from her seat walking to the stand with a question already pouring from her lips. "You don't like Gina, do you? You would yell at her, calling her..."

She turned back taking the paper Bonnie held out to her. "'Incompetent,' 'stupid,' 'podunk trailer trash'?"

Ms. Tanner then tried to explain herself as the door opened revealing Michaela Pratt who came running in to take a seat.

She whispered something to Frank just as Annalise turned around. "Can I have a moment your honor?"

Receiving a nod she turned back towards a nervously frightened Michaela. "What the hell are you doing?" She lowered her voice hissing at her.

Michaela leaned forward going to whisper to her professor. Behind them, Connor sat smugly looking at the two. "Well, now we know who's the first to flame out."

As the two women whispered back and forth the judge glanced at them letting her eyes cast down to her paper. "Hurry it along, Mrs. Keating."

Michaela sat down next to Asher with a sly smile while Connor leaned forward to her ear. "What was that? Something they taught you in torts?"

She turned her head back to him keeping the smile. "You should really pay attention. You might learn something." Michaela turned her head back around just as Annalise started to question Ms. Tanner once more.

"Ms. Tanner, you testified that you saw a pill on my client's desk on the day of the accident correct?" She walked closer to the stand, settling herself right next to it. Ms. Tanner quickly answered, 'Yes.'

"And you said it was a yellow pill, similar to Prosecutor William's shirt?" Annalise's eyes flickered over to the man before landing back on the witness who looked oddly nervous.

"Yes." She seemed hesitant as her voice was shaky. People around the courtroom began to murmur while Prosecutor William pursed his lips.

Annalise peered back at the girl, facing away from the women. "Prosecutor William's shirt is blue, Ms. Tanner. Are you colour-blind?"

Ms. Tanner stared deeply into Annalise's eyes with an almost glossy look. "Yes." She was sharp with her answer yet quick to explain herself. "But I know what I saw that morning."

Annalise was fast to cut her off from going any further and providing another question.

"I see. So whether the pill that you saw on my client's desk was blue, like her anxiety medication she used to endure working under you, or yellow, like the aspirin used to poison Mr. Kaufman, is not something you can tell us?"

The red-haired woman turned and flared back at her. "I told you, Gina was acting nervous, like..." Annalise leaned on the half wall behind her a smug look upon her face.

"It's a simple question. Is it possible that the pill that you saw on Gina's desk was her anxiety medication?" Ms. Tanner played with her fingers while she answered the question, "I guess so."

Annalise gave a nod of her head beginning to walk away. "Thank you for your candor." The class along with their professor and her associates left the courtroom and were exiting down the stairs.

Michaela Pratt walked explaining her actions to Annalise.

"I saw she was wearing glasses in one of her Facebook photos, which got me wondering about her eyesight. So I called every optometrist covered under her insurance, found hers, then pretended to be a claim provider to they the receptionist to admit she has a condition called achromatopsia."

She handed a couple of papers to Annalise which she flipped through. "It causes color blindness. Step one- Discredit the witness."

Annalise smirked down at the women who looked proud of herself. "I might as well hand you the trophy right now, Ms. Pratt. But I won't." The curve in Michaela's lips almost immediately disappeared.

"Not until I see how the rest of you step up your game." Annalise walked past the girl and down the steps with the rest of the students following.

Back at The Keating residence Annora heard loud voices from downstairs. She furrowed her brows, stopping the shower. Quickly she got out, wrapping a towel around her body before she exited. Her hair dripping small droplets of water onto the wooden floor. With each drop it made a small 'pad' sound which followed her down the stairs. "Mom?"

She made her way down the steps to see Annalise and Wes staring at her. "Oh." She was surprised which almost made her drop her towel. "Ann, cover yourself."

Annora nodded repeatedly wrapping her arms around her body keeping the towel kept closed.

Her cheeks flushed while she stepped back still wondering why he was here. Annalise began pushing Wes to the door wanting him to leave, "Goodnight, Seth."

He furrowed his brows as she opened the door edging him out. "Wes." Though she already knew his name she only said, "Right."

As she was just about to close the door she leaned out whispering to him. "Don't tell Annora what you saw. Got it?" Her voice was fierce and her look even fiercer. "Got it." Wes walked down the steps looking back at the house for a few mere moments before he hit back on his bike and rode away.

Inside Annora was still confused as ever looking to her mother for answers. "He has an idea but it wasn't as good as he thought to ride out here in the middle of the night."

Her mouth formed a circle, nodding and peered at her bare feet. "Go finish up your shower. Head to bed, you got a big day ahead of you." Annalise smiled at her daughter watching her walk back up the stairs before she let her back hit the door.

Connor's car sat at a twenty-four-hour gas station waiting for Wes to come back out. The rugged body was placed in the middle of the whole car.

Connor tapped on the steering while whilst he sang Christmas hits. "Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh."

Michaela has her head pressed tightly against the seat's headrest hissing at the man. "Connor, please stop." Though he didn't but continued singing, "O'er the fields we go, laughing all the way."

He turned back at her with no emotion provided on his face. "No. I like it, especially that it annoys you." He glared at her singing again in a horrific manner. "What fun it is to ride and sing a slaying song tonight. Oh, jingle bells, jingle all the way."

Wes opened the door letting Annora out. He then placed the small convenience store bag on the side of him. Once he was seated he allowed her to sit back on his lap. Wes then threw a bag of chips back at Laurel who looked at him confused.

"What's all this for?" Wes wrapped his arms around the shocked Annora turning his head to make eye contact with her. "I figured I should buy other stuff in case I'm on the surveillance video."

Connor who was unusually excited smiled at him. "Why? We can just kill the store owner if we need to, right?" Annora closed her eyes tightly trying to shut out his words as he was gloating in convicting another murder.

"Hey! Jingle bells..." Wes looked at him shocked while Connor only shrugged his shoulders.

He turned his attention back to the girl in his arms pulling her closer to his chest, while she stared out the windshield not blinking for more than a minute.

", jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. Oh, what fun to kill someone and end up in jail."

His words made the others stare wide-eyed at him. Some of their hands were shaking while others lips trembled.

The next day the students were back in the courtroom sitting themselves down when Connor Walsh waltzed in handing a paper to Annalise.

Glancing down at the paper she peered at him while a smug look covered his face. "Where did you get this?" Connor smirked getting flashbacks on the previous night's events.

"It wasn't exactly legal, is the point." Taking about look at the paper she smirked back at him letting her eyes flicker to the paper. "Then we just have to get creative. Bonnie!" Annalise called out making the blonde hair girl look over her shoulder.

Annalise now stood at her desk getting papers ready questioning Mr. Bryant. "Mr. Bryant, you and your business partner, Mr, Kaufman, had a meeting in his office on the morning of the accident, correct?"

Turning around she began walking over to him with the paper she received from Connor. "Yes. To discuss moving Gina to accounting." Annalise stopped at the stand resting her arm on it. "So to avoid any possible sexual-harassment lawsuit?"

He nodded holding a small smile on his lips. "That's correct." Annalise handed him the paper taking her hand back once he grabbed it. "Will you please read this email that you wrote Mr. Kaufman?" He didn't hesitate to read this email which Connor had somehow gotten.

"'Dear Arthur, consider this my official request that you step down as C.E.O. I've warned you about having sexual relations with employees of this company...'"

Prosecutor William yanked his glasses off standing from his seat. "Your honor, this email was not part of the discovery file." The judge peered down at Annalise questioning her, "Is this true?"

Annalise waved her hand about looking to the paper then back at the judge. "I thought it was. Although my associate is more familiar with the paperwork on this case."

She began walking back to her seat making eye contact with Bonnie Winterbottom. "Bonnie?" Bonnie stood from her own seat speaking out to the judge. "I found the email in the files given to us by our client's previous attorney, your honor. I just assumed it was part of the discovery file."

Williams rolled his eyes observing the women before turning his attention back to the judge. "It wasn't, which means it was obviously obtained illegally."

Having enough of the not exactly subtle arguing the judge ended it with a hard, 'Enough.' "Did you write this email, Mr. Bryant?" At the sound of his name, his head turned to look at her seeing the paper in her hands. "Yes."

She sighed placing the paper pack down, "Then I have to side with the defense here. The email's admissible." Annalise stared down Prosecutor Williams as he did not one bit agree with the judge.

"Your honor!" Not letting him go any further she cut him off from any arguments. "I've made my decision, Mr. Williams."

Connor sat back in his seat smirking at the prosecutor. Annalise eyed him as she walked back up to the stand. "Mr. Bryant, as stated in the email, you were angry at Mr. Kaufman for taking part in a sexual relationship with an employee."

Keeping his cool demeanor, Mr. Bryant intersected his fingers resting his hands in his lap. "I was frustrated, yes." Annalise nodded walking some feet away close to the jury. "So frustrated that perhaps you swapped his blood pressure pill for an aspirin in order to gain sole ownership of the company?"

Henry Williams rolled his eyes once more calling out an objection which the Annalise withdrew. "No further questions." She strutted back to her seat. The class was now in the hallway with Annalise walking down heeling clicks on the marble floors.

"We did well today," She handed her purse to Bonnie which she quickly took walking with the woman. "No doubt due to Mr. Walsh's hard work last night. I'll be at the dean's cocktail party if you find anything before tomorrow."

As she was halfway down the hall, Michaela turned to Connor a petulant expression masked on her. "How'd you get the email?" Asher walked up fixing his suit coat. "Yeah, bro, for reals."

Connor smirked down at his shoes glancing back at them. "I don't kiss and tell."

Annora who stood next to him smiled softly hitting his shoulder with the side of her fist. "I like you." She gave him an awkward finger gun which makes her dryly suck her teeth before walking away with Wes.

Connor cockily smiled back at Asher and Michaela who stood watching the whole thing. "The professor's daughter likes me! Looks like me and waitlist are getting A's."

He smirked one last time before following some students out of the building.

Annora bid goodbyes with Wes settling herself on her baby blue bike riding back to her parents' home. Once she got home, she placed the bike by the front stairs hiding it in the bushes.

Annora opened the door seeing her father standing in the office lounge buttoning his cuffs. "Nora, your mom wants you to come tonight. She said to wear the white dress." Sam gave her a strict nod when she rolled her eyes making her go upstairs.

Annora hated going to formal parties, any party, really. Getting up the stairs she went to her room rustling through her closet pulling out the one white dress she owned.

It was a white spaghetti strap, sewed floral dress with pearls at the top. She quickly threw her clothes into the hamper stepping into the dress which stopped right before her ankles.

Walking back in her closet she picked out the sliver heels with pearls on the front strap. Annora didn't bother to put any jewelry on as she didn't own much and didn't care for it.

She left her hair down as she has recently flat ironed it. Sighing she walked down the stairs ready to get the night over with already knowing she'd have to get in the car.

"You look stunning, Ann." Annalise gave her a small smile looking over her daughter before she took her head leading them out the door with Sam following behind.

The drive seemed very long for Annora, it mostly consisted of her clenching her eyes shut and tapping her fingers against the seat trying to distract herself.

At last, they were at the university and her parents went separate ways after introducing her to the dean and president.

Annora leaned on a wall off to side nearly rolling her eyes when she saw her father talking to her classmates about the first year.

She only stood up when Wes came walking over handing her a glass of champagne. "You didn't tell me your dad worked here." Wes raised a brow at her as she only sighed.

"He's my step-dad and I didn't think it was important as neither of us have his class." He tilted his head to the side before nodding then let his brows crease when she handed the drink back to him.

"I'm not exactly allowed to drink." His mouth formed a circle dropping his head down. "Agh, I'm sorry if this got you in trouble."

He was genuinely sorry though she only shook her head placing her hand on his arm. "It fine. If my mom saw I'll just tell her you didn't know." He was about to say something else when Connor strutted over dropping his arm on her shoulder.

"Here's my new best friend." He chuckled pointing at Wes. "Hey, Waitlist." Wes shook his head at him but a smile appeared nonetheless.

Laurel, Wes, Michaela, and Connor walked through the woods carrying the rug covered body while Annora walked behind them shining the flashlight.

"Remind me again why Nora isn't helping?" Michaela rolled her eyes her arm tiring out. Wes stopped walking glaring up at her. "Because she shouldn't have to."

Michaela didn't exactly mean to come off rude she was only tired especially after what she saw tonight.

Suddenly they heard a woman laughing with leaves crunching under her feet. "They're totally wondering where we went right now."

A deep male voice follower hers walking with the girl. "No way." The five silently hurried behind a thick tree that had a small drop behind it shielding them from the intoxicated students.

They dropped the body on the ground just as Wes whispered for Annora to turn off the flashlight, which she did. "Hey, hey. Jen cannot find out about this, okay?" The girl grabbed the man's coat bringing him closer to her.

"Deal." He shrugged the coat off of his arms with her doing the same. "Okay." The two had just started to kiss when Laurel's phone began to ring. The girl whipped her head around in their direction but was not able to see them. "What was that?"

Laurel tried to decline the call but her glove was stopping her from doing so, which allowed Michaela to see her screen. It was Frank which a picture of him shirtless taking a selfie.

She took her glove off with her mouth ending call then throwing her head back in relief. The guy heard the noise stop which caused him to become curious.

"Hey! Who's there?" He began to put his coast back on when the girl grabbed his forearm getting scared. "Can we go?" He gripped her arm pulling her to follow him out of the woods.

Laurel let out a sigh when they were finally gone. Michaela glared down at Laurel questionably, "Why is Frank calling you?" At her words, Annora's head shot up her face contorting into confusion as to why he would call her... unless they're hooking up.

Laurel looked back up at her faking her confusion. "What?" Not falling for her act Michaela quickly hissed out, "I saw your phone, Laurel. What the hell's going on?" Everyone stared at Laurel who only looked off in the woods.

Getting tired at the party, Annalise got Annora and Sam ready to head home. Once they stepped into the office lounge they found Frank and Bonnie watching the news. Bonnie turned around at seeing who had entered the house standing up as she did so. "Sam."

Sam stopped smiling at them while Frank walked up to him. "Hey, guys." Frank offered his hand out which Sam took doing a quick shake. "Hey." Frank moved past him going over to Annora while Bonnie came up kissing Sam's cheek.

"Hey, how was Yale? Let me guess- They loved you, right?" She stepped back on with a slight smile. "Offered you the whole department?"

Annora shook her head at Frank who smirked back at her. "I'm never going to another party ever again." The man released a deep chuckle resting his hand on the small of her back. "And you'll be telling me the same thing in a few weeks."

She softly hit his chest hugging his side. "You look gorgeous, though." Frank's smile disappeared when he glanced up seeing Sam eyeing him. Quickly, he left Annora's side but gave her a reassuring smile.

Sam gave Annalise a small kiss pulling away slightly. "All right. I'm heading to bed. You coming?" They kissed once more both smiling into it. "I missed you." Bonnie watched from the corner before bringing her eyes back on the file.

With one final kiss, Annalise whispered back, "I'll be up soon." She walked away going letting Sam give his daughter a kiss on the cheek.

"You should go to bed too. You need all the sleep you can get." As he pulled away from her side, Sam stared at Frank before he went upstairs.

Annora turned around saying her goodnights to the other three people in the room then made her way upstairs into the bathroom. She took a brisk showering then brushed her teeth quickly heading back into her room. Annora slipped on some underwear and an oversized t-shirt as a nightgown.

She then got under the teal sheets on her bed making sure her alarm clock was set and turned her lamp off, plugging her phone into its charger. Annora turned over staring at the ceiling until her eyes closed making her fall asleep.

Back at the courthouse, Henry Williams was stood in front of the stan questioning the man. "So you got the footage from the convenience store when detective Gill?"

There was a small tv placed beside him waiting to show the footage. "It was, uh, two nights ago. Uh, th-the store owner had seen the defendant's picture on the news," Gina looked stared down at the table as the man, detective Gill, went on.

"So he went through his old surveillance tapes and just found this footage." Williams let out an 'oh' before turning around to the tv. "The footage that I will now play for everyone."

He walked across so that many would get the chance to see, pressing play in the remote he held. On the screen, it showed Gina at a convenience store handling two dollars.

"There." He paused it on her with the cash and a yellow box in front of her. He zoomed into the box as he spoke, "The night before the murder attempt, Ms. Sadowski bought..." He made the image clear two that they could all read it.

"What does it say on that label, detective Gill?" The man glanced over at the screen before he brought his eyes back to the man stumbling on his words. "Uh, uh, soloxacore. Its, uh, a brand of aspirin."

That made Annalise glare at Gina who only stared back at her. After they had a small break which consisted of Annalise yelling at Gina and Gina walking out slamming the door.

A knocking sounded from the door and opened when Annalise called out, "Come in!" Annora walked into the room playing with her fingers, a habit she had when she felt as if she knew something others didn't.

"Mom, I was thinking. Maybe the footage was tampered with. Doctored. That the department did something so that you'd lose your case and Gina would go to jail." Annalise smiled brightly at the young girl in front of her bringing her into a tight hug. "Oh, I'm so proud of you."

Once the break was over and everyone was back in the courtroom Annalise stood looking to the judge. "I'd like to call our first witness to the stand. Detective Nate Lahey."

Bonnie and Frank looked at each other while Laurel was confused as she flipped through her papers. "Who's that?" Michaela turned her mouth in her direction replying, "No idea."

One of the doors opened and in walked a cleanly shaven man its a grey suit and blue button-up. Wes stared at him, having flashbacks of two nights ago.

Nate strutted up to the stand not really making eye contact with anyone besides Annalise who stood right in front of him. "What the hell is this?" He walked past her and took a seat in the stands chair.

Annalise walked back to the table standing at the corner. "Where were you two nights ago, detective?" He furrowed his brows seemingly confused. "What?" Annalise flicked her head to the side staring him in the eyes.

"Two nights ago, when detective Gill acquired the video that supposedly incriminates my client- weren't you supposed to be working at the precinct as his direct supervisor?" He let his eyes wander off to the side meeting them with detective Gill's.

"I was." Annalise folded her arms tightly on her upper abdomen. "And were you there?" He looked down remembering where he truly was that night away. "Please answer the question, detective."

He stared her directly in the eyes as he answered, "No. I was not." Pursuing her lips she continued to question him. "Where were you then?"

Wes' eyes widened at her bold question letting them flicker to the girl next to him who just watched her mother. "Home, perhaps? Taking care of your wife? I hear she's recently been diagnosed with cancer."

Nate bit the inside of his lip turning his head back to her. "I was at a friend's." Annalise puckered her lips putting her hands up in defense. "Okay. I only ask because there's something I find strange about the chain of custody on this video."

She began to walk up to the stand moving her hands around in circles as she slowly lowered them. "Detective Gill testified that he received the video from the store owner at 8:00 p.m." She walked over by the jury moving her feet down the line so she stood in front of each one once.

"But the logs say he didn't log it into custody until 2:09 a.m. Don't you find that time gap odd?" Reaching the stand again she gazed at Nate while he looked off. "Sometimes it takes us a while to log evidence into the computer."

She leaned back on the wooden half wall eyeing him. "Because you're all so busy?" She stood up running her hand across the wood front of the stand.

"Visiting friends and such? Detective, in your twelve years working for the city of Philadelphia, have you ever known them to alter video footage to help the prosecution get a conviction?"

Williams immediately called out an objection. "Digitally altering aspirin labels, for example?" Williams's eyes widened yelling, "Your honor."

Which she only eyed him as Annalise spoke. "I'm simply asking detective Lahey about his personal experience within his department."

The judge gave Annalise a look before she spoke, "This is the last question I'll allow." Annalise licked her lips bringing her attention back to Nate. "Are you personally aware of any instances of doctored surveillance footage within your department?"

Nate gulped taking a while before he finally answered the question with hesitation. "Yes." The people in the room started to murmur after some released gasps at his words. "I am."

Annalise slowly nodded while Bonnie sat back in her seat smiling to herself. Gina smiled into her hand leaning on the desk. Annalise walked away sitting back at the desk.

After a while, they were dismissed and Annalise had won the case. Outside Annalise stood talking into many microphones while Gina and her associates stood next to her with cameras rolling.

Annora wasn't paying much attention as to what she was saying but rather on why her mother was acting so strange with the man, detective Nate Lahey.

Annalise brought them back to the classroom meeting up with the rest of the students. Walking around as she spoke, "Now it's time to find out who will be joining us in our firm. First, the standout in the class and the one you should all make it your mission to destroy... come get your prize, Mr. Walsh."

Connor smiled quickly standing up walking down the stairs receiving the trophy. "The other ones joining us will be... Asher Millstone." The man stood up abruptly releasing a weird sound of excitement.
"Yeah! Yes!" He punched the air while some rolled their eyes.

"Michaela Pratt." She let out a sigh looking up at the ceiling. "Oh, thank god."

Annalise leaned on the table placing her hand on her hip. "Laurel Castillo." The girl brought her head up from her hand looking shocked.

"The one who gave me the information that allowed us to win today's case, Annora Keating." Annora smiled down at her lap overwhelmingly happy that she got in.

Annalise had to hide her smile in her shoulder not wanting the class to see. She knew that if she gave her the trophy students would be very rude to her and claiming bias so she did something that she very much deserved.

"And because our workload has grown, I decided to hire one more of you. And that one will be..." Some students sat up in their seats wanted Annalise to pick them for the job.

"Wes Gibbins." He turned his head in disbelief that he was actually picked. Annalise subtly smirked at him while Annora turned her head giving him a small smile.

It was a happy day for many but that night a body, Lila Stangard's, was found in the water tank of the Kappa Kappa Theta house.

There was one person who was truly upset that the body was found. Not in a sad way but rather angered.

In the woods, they all unrolled the body in the rug. Wes bent down grabbing two bottles of lighter fluid while the Laurel and Annora gathered large sticks together dropping them on the body.

He flipped open both of the caps squeezing the fluid onto the deceased body. Wes picked up the box of matches as glanced at the rest of them. "Okay. Last chance. Either we all agree, or we stop right now."

Connor stared at the body spitting out, "Just do it." Laurel nodded adding to his words. "Before the bonfire ends." Wes's head turned to Michaela who only stared at the body covered by sticks not bothering to ask Annora who was still in some state of shock.

"Michaela?" She was distraught, "It's the only way to destroy the DNA." He opened the box taking a single match out striking it against the side which provided light.

With the light, it shined revealing the face of the one who was dead that night. Sam Keating.

He waited a few moments before he dropped the match onto the pile with them all stepping back. Annora leaned over covering her eyes with tears streaming down her face.

Wes took long strides over pulling her into his chest so she couldn't look at the now burning body. This is only the beginning.

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