Scott Pilgrim can't sleep. He's been having nightmares for weeks about her.

Every time he closes his eyes, he sees her face. Then he sees the things that attacked. He sees her taking a doorway to Subspace, then disappearing forever.

As of this moment, Scott's life sucks.

A year ago…

Scott Pilgrim is happy. His life is exactly what he wants it to be: He has a job, he's having fun in the band with Kim, he has Ramona and all of her exes are gone, including Gideon. Life could never get better for him.

This amazing life lasted until one fateful night a month after Gideon's fall.

Shadowy figures jumped the couple on their way back from a date. Scott defended her with all of his ability, but was defeated by them.

Scott told everyone he didn't remember what happened after that, but he remembered everything that night: She went on her own free will with the figures after one had whispered something to her. What did it say? He couldn't tell. All he knew was that it was enough to ruin his life in a matter of seconds.

Ramona left him. As far as he knew, that was game over for him.

Present day…

"Has he been like this the whole time?" Knives had returned from school to visit her parents. She decided to stop by to check on Scott. She was surprised to see him still in bed.

Kim was next to her, looking at him as he lay in bed, looking like a zombie. "Yup, he's barely done a thing since he got fired from the Happy Avocado."

Knives closed his door, whispering to Kim. "Isn't there anything we can do?"

Kim shrugged. "No idea. Stills already tried, well, everything he could think of."

"And nothing worked?"

"Wallace got him to smile, but that was two months ago."

Knives shook her head, opening the door and walking into Scott's room. "Scott?" He just laid there. "Scott, you need to move. You can't just keep laying here."

"Why?"

This was the first word he'd muttered in months.

"Because everyone is worried about you." Scott just rolled over, facing the opposite wall. "I know you're upset about Ramona, but sooner or later you need to get over it."

Scott rolled back over, hugging onto his pillow. "I keep having nightmares. I keep seeing her."

Kim then walked in, sighing. "Scott, stop torturing yourself." She sat down next to Knives. "You need to get out of this rut. We haven't played together in a year, Scott. A year."

Scott didn't do anything. He just stayed in the same position, looking at the wall with sleepless eyes.

Kim looked over at Knives. "Okay, we're taking this loser out somewhere."

"Where?"

"Anywhere but here."

Knives nodded. "Um, maybe he should take a shower first…"

It was true. Scott barely showered once a month since Ramona left. Kim shook her head. "I'm not giving him one."

Knives blushed. "No, I can't give him one, either."

Kim grabbed her phone, pushing it in Scott's face. Wallace's name was lit up. "Okay, Scott. Either you get up and take a shower, or I'm going to call Wallace to give you-"

It took less than a second for Scott to fly out of bed and into the bathroom. Kim closed her phone. "God, I love playing dirty."

"Yeah, I know." Knives winked at her.

Finally, Kim and Knives were able to get Scott out of the house. He still looked like a zombie, but at least he was out.

Stills decided to join the group, since it was the first time Scott left the house in almost a year. "Let's go see a show. There's like, three awesome bands playing." He nudged Scott. "What do you think?"

Scott just shrugged. "Whatever."

"Dammit, Scott, cheer up." Kim punched his shoulder. "I'm sick of you being such a… What the hell?"

"What's up, Kim?"

Everyone looked in the direction she was looking in. A group of people were surrounding someone and they didn't look friendly.

"Looks like some thugs." Stills cracked his knuckles. "You wanna go beat some ass?"

Kim nodded. "Oh, yes."

Knives nodded. "Let's do this."

Scott shrugged again. "Whatever."

The group charged forward, leveling out the group of thugs. Even the depressed Scott Pilgrim fought like a champ, even though he still looked like a zombie.

The last of the thugs ran off after the majority of the group exploded into coins. Stills and Kim began picking up their winnings. Scott continued pouting. Knives checked on the person who the thugs surrounded. He was on his knees, breathing heavily. "Hey, are you okay?"

The kid kept breathing hard, as if having trouble catching his breath. "Do… Do you know… "

"It's okay, just catch your breath."

The kid's breathing finally calmed down. "Do you know Scott Pilgrim…?"

Everyone froze. Even Scott's face was showing emotion after hearing that. Knives looked back at him. "Do you know him, Scott?"

Scott shook his head. The kid's breathing picked up again. "Scott…?"

Scott then walked over to him. "Yeah, that's me… Do I know you?"

The kid was able to utter out three words before passing out. Those words rocked Scott Pilgrim to the core: "Ramona… Needs… Help…"