Allison has been so used to having Klaus near her and her family for the last seven years, that having him gone feels like she’s missing a limb. After discovering that her brother was nowhere to be found, she has been on a frantic search to find him. Diego tried to keep her from “overreacting,” as he called it, making a comment about old habits, but Allison had socked him in the face for his trouble. Luther threaded carefully after that, and at least offered to help, but Allison didn’t bother waiting for anyone before she grabbed her keys and stormed out of the house.

She has lost count how many places she has visited, how many hospitals she has called, but there’s no trace of him anywhere. The only reason she’s back in Academy is because she needs to take a shower and change before she goes back out again, but just as she’s headed to her room she finds the bloody footprints. The water on the floor that’s leading to Klaus’ room. It doesn’t take long before there’s a familiar clacking of heels in the hall before his door is flung open, and Allison is staring at him in disbelief. After trying to find him the last few days, it’s so damn good to see him and for a moment that’s all that matters as she rushes in.

“Klaus? Oh thank god, where have you been?” She wants to hug him, and she will if he lets her, but her eyes are already scanning him for injuries. Except, she catches the other differences - the dog tags, the tattoo.

“Are you okay?”