The following day, after she was done with her classes, Courtney rushed over to the coffee shop she agreed to meet with Stromberg in, so they could discuss the project. Once inside, she spotted him sitting in a secluded corner, looking at some papers and walked up to him.

-Hey.

He looked up at Courtney, seeming slightly nervous.

-Hey.- he said quickly-Sit down.

Courtney sat on a chair opposite from Stromberg's.

-So, what are we going to be doing?

-I thought we could do a documentary on various cults. I've got some good material to get us started.

Courtney smiled.

-Be honest, how long have you had the material?

Stromberg blushed a bit and smiled awkwardly.

-A while, it took a lot of time to gather it… But if you don't want to do it –

-No, I want to. Although, since you have all this information, what am I supposed to be doing?

-You can go over the info and write the script. We'll have to condense all this to be half an hour long. As you can see, it won't exactly be a piece of cake.

-I'm up for the challenge.

-Great!- Stromberg exclaimed with a rush of excitement- When you're done with it, we'll film it. I'll be the host, if that's alright.

-That's fine… Are those all the things I'll be reading?- Courtney glanced at the pile of pages scattered across the table.

-Yeah.

Meanwhile, in a one bedroom apartment across town, Ellison was looking over the statements he'd gotten from Christopher Miller's classmates during lunch break that same day.

Apparently, Christopher had only attended the school a little bit over a week before the murder took place. His family had moved due to financial problems and the reason they moved to St. Louis was because they had friends there who could help them out.

One of the statements said that Christopher seemed normal most of the time and that he even made a good friend during that period, but there were moments when he seemed eerily disconnected as he'd just stare off into the distance looking at nothing in particular.

Ellison flinched as he heard his living room door open forcibly and turned his gaze towards it only to see his friend Nathan standing there with nothing but his boxers on.

-Sorry if I startled you, the door got stuck.

Ellison sighed in relief.

-Looks like you're still recovering from last night. I knew opening up that whisky bottle and consuming it in one night with you was a bad idea.

-It wasn't. We were celebrating my freedom.

-So, last night when we talked about your plans for the future, were you serious about dropping out of school?

-Yep…- Nathan carelessly threw himself on the couch and turned the TV on.

-What about that whole wanting to be a sheriff thing?

-I can't pay the college tuition on my own...

-That's not a reason to not graduate high school. You can do that at least, even if you don't plan on going to college.

-I don't know anymore… Now that I've finally left my father's house I can do something meaningful, you know?

-Like what?- Ellison crossed his arms- Freeload on my couch for the rest of the year?

-No. I could… I could help you with that case you're working on.

-Just how do you plan on helping me?

-Have I ever told you that I'm really good at sneaking into places?

-So what – you're going to steal the crime scene photos for me?

-I can photograph them and copy the police reports.

Ellison stared at Nathan, surprised by his response.

-I never thought you'd be the one to turn to delinquency. I mean, you want to be a cop, for fuck's sake...

-It's my father's fault that I'd resorted to that. He had days when he wouldn't let me get near the fridge and he didn't even want to hear of me getting a part-time job.

-Jesus… I didn't know the situation with your father was that bad.

-It doesn't matter what it was like, I'm never going back there.

Later that day, Clint picked Courtney up from home so they could help clean up the Miller's place since Clint said to William's parents that he'd like to aid them in cleaning it up.

-You should take it easy with that project of yours. -Clint said- It's not that important…

-It's important to me. I wouldn't have taken on film class if I didn't want to fully commit myself to it. It's important that I do well, for my college application.

Clint turned and placed his hands on the wheel, gripping it slightly.

-Cour, we've talked about this. There's no need –

-There is if I want to pursue a career in that field! Making it in any artistic department in the future would make me happier than simply being Mrs. Collins.

-I see…

-It's not like I don't want to marry you someday… I want to be with you but the thought of your parents constantly being over our heads scares me.

Clint turned his gaze to Courtney.

-To hell with my parents! They don't even think that you're right for me and I don't give a damn about it! I just thought there'd be no need for you to go to college because I would be willing to provide for you. For us, and for the kids that we could have in the near future.

-I appreciate that, but I'd be happier if you'd support me in pursuing this dream.

Soon they arrived at the Miller's house where they were greeted by David since his wife had gone home due to the stress of being in that house.

-Both Agatha and I appreciate what your help, truly.- David said.

-It's no trouble at all.- Clint said- In fact, Courtney and I should take care of this by ourselves and you can just take the boxes away afterwards.

-Oh I couldn't ask –

-Please, I insist.

-Look, if you do fancy anything here feel free to take it. I'd already packed the things that Agatha and I would like to keep. I know you may want to take some of the boys' stuff to keep their memory alive.

-I suggest keeping all of Christopher's things. After all, he could return to us.

-I want to believe that he will, dear boy. I desperately want to believe it…

David patted Clint on his shoulder and shook hands with Courtney. Clint escorted him out of the house, leaving Courtney alone, letting her mind fill with dread.

She could've sworn that there was someone in the house, watching her. She turned, thinking she'd find someone standing behind her. She looked around the room and there seemed to be no one there.

Courtney sighed and decided to head outside to see why Clint was taking so long but she stopped in her tracks when she heard what sounded like a man breathing. It was clear, but she couldn't tell where it was coming from nor did she want to find out. As she sprinted out of the hall, she bumped into Clint.

-Hey, why the rush?- Clint held her lightly by the shoulders.

-This is going to sound crazy, but there's someone else in the house!

-That's impossible. You, David and I were the only ones in here.

-I know, that's why I'm so freaked out! I heard a man breathing moments ago!

-Calm down. Where was the sound coming from?

-I don't know... I think it may have been coming from upstairs.

-I'll go and check it out.- Clint moved past Courtney and picked up his pace to the kitchen, getting a hold of the largest butcher knife.

-Clint wait!- Courtney ran after him.

Clint headed upstairs and checked all of the rooms there. He couldn't find anyone in any of them so he decided to check the attic. Courtney joined him there soon after only to see that there was no one there either.

-See? There's no one else in the house with us.- He put away the knife and kissed Courtney on the forehead- I'll go and get some boxes so we can start packing stuff up…

When Clint left Courtney began to feel uneasy again. Still, she couldn't help it but go deeper into the attic which was pretty spacious.

As she went further and further a box standing in a dusty corner caught her eye. She knelt down and opened it. Inside the box was a projector, an 8 mm camera and four super 8 films titled Pool Party '66, Barbecue '79, Lawn Work '86 and Sleepy Time '98.