triskeles[ This voice entry is put up pretty early in the morning, probably shortly after dawn. Derek's been up for a while, but he's been spending most of his time tracking Erica's scent across the island, to all the places she's been since her arrival.
His tone is calm, if somewhat quiet, as he speaks. ]
It looks like, when people are sent home, or wherever they're taken from here, that their rooms are returned to the state they were in before they arrived. The bed's made, and there's nothing from even their denizens around the room. Like no one was there in the first place.
[ A long pause, before he switches to a filter. ]
[ Filtered: Stiles, Scott ]
Erica's gone.
[ As if to clarify the point of this entry. His tone doesn't change, between the public portion of the post and the filtered. ]