A/N: To anyone reading this right now, here is another chapter I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Halloween it all belongs to John Carpenter. The only thing I own is my original character.

October 31, 1978

Parking her car and heading straight inside of the Haddonfield hospital, Clementine Tallerd adjusted her nurse's cap and gave a wave to the security guard, Mr. Garrett, as she continued her way down the halls. She was right on time, about to check in with Mrs. Alves like she did every night she would come into work. Spotting the woman she had been prone to find, Clem greeted her with a smile which was returned.

"Good evening, Mrs. Alves." The young woman said, her eyes trained and ready to take on what needed to be done around the hospital. "Mr. Collins is in need of taking his medicine and then after that report directly back to me."

Giving a quick nod to the head nurse, Clementine headed off to the room she knew by heart; Mr. Collins. Knocking quietly at the elderly man's door, she walked on inside seeing as it was pretty dark in there, keeping her head as she balanced through and over to the man on his hospital bed.

"Good evening, Mr. Collins. It's that time again – your medicine."

She grinned as he gave a sarcastic expression which she could see from the dim light of the bedside lamp.

"I know, but it isn't too bad, now is it?"

"I'm numb to it now, sweetheart."

She chuckled inwardly at his reply. Not one word was said as she pulled out the pills that were needed for administering his medicine. After a minute passed she was holding out her hand with the pills whilst her other hand was holding out a small glass of water, enough in it so that he'd be able to get all of the pills down with.

"Alright, Mr. Collins, it is time for you to rest. I will see you in a few hours. If you need anything at all, you know how to contact me."

Flashing a smile in the old man's direction, Clem quietly shut the door behind her and made sure to leave it a bit cracked for reasons. As she wandered back over to the main nurse's station, she didn't spot Mrs. Alves anywhere near so she took to just waiting around until she returned. It seemed to be a rather slow night tonight, which was unusual especially on Halloween. Then again Halloween wasn't very enjoyable to her and hadn't been for fifteen years. She'd come far from that night and she was getting over it. Slowly but surely she'd be fine, just as long as she continued to take her medicine like everyone around her reminded her everyday.

Rolling her eyes as she could recall how worried her mother had been this morning when she got up to take her pills. Clementine could understand how worried her mother was about her taking her medicine because it was unpredictable when she could snap. That was just how her life was and her pills kept her in check as well as her therapy. Tilting her head to one side as she heard a set of footsteps walking down the darkened hallway, she quirked a brow as the steps became quicker and closer. Peeking down the hall from around the corner, she looked straight ahead only to see nothing or no one for that matter. Hmm... that was odd.

"Mrs. Alves?"

The woman questioned as she started to walk down the dark hallway and came to the break room which was also empty. She was always suspicious that was probably why she got in trouble a lot of the time at work and home. Who could she trust? No one, it appeared. No, Clem wasn't about to admit that aloud, but if anyone knew her well enough they would be able to tell. Spinning a loose stand of her dark hair around her finger, the young nurse looked to the television set and her eyes immediately became glued to it.

A mental patient had escaped from Smith Grove's.

Her heart skipped a beat.

He murdered some kids and is currently still at large.

What was his name? What was it?

Then she heard it and she about fell onto the chair that was behind her. Michael Myers. He was back! Maybe she could talk to him? Oh yeah! Sure! Right, Clementine, he'll probably kill you if he sees your face! Shaking her head quickly she sighed to herself and rested her hand over her heart. It was unclear of where he was now, but that is what made this so exciting. A small smile appeared on her lips as she slowly stood up from her chair. This twisted piece of game called life was allowing her an opportunity here, right? Maybe it was! Was she insane to think that Michael Myers would even take into consideration of her apology she had been working on for the past fifteen years? No, she'd probably get her throat slashed for have not stopping his imprisonment when it happened all those years ago.

But the question now was why had he come back? Revenge? To finish something he started all those years ago? Nothing was for certain after all this time. He'd been locked up for this long and for some reason chose to break free now. But why? Why now? A sudden amount of rushing knocking on the door caused her to snap her head in the direction it came from. Walking slowly to the door she opened it slightly and peered out to see Mrs. Alves.

"I apologize, I got too absorbed in the television."

"It's all right, Clementine. Come on, we have some work to do."

Silently heading out of the break room and right behind her superior to their next emergency. She could always tell when there was an emergency by the way Mrs. Alves walked. Keeping up and trying not to get sidetracked by her thoughts, Clem looked to the young girl that had just been wheeled in.

"That's Laurie Strode!"

A/N: I feel like this was shorter than I expected it to be. Ah, well. I'll try to make the next chapter better and longer. Hope you've enjoyed it so far.