Meeting Andy Barclay

Samantha parked in front of the house where Andy lived which was 869 Summer Walk Lane. "Stay here, okay?"

Alice nodded and continued watching the small screen.

Samantha went up to the door and knocked. "H-Hi! Is Andy Barclay here?"

Soon a gunshot was heard from upstairs. "Fuck you, Chucky!"

Samantha looked up. "Andy!" She yelled at the window. She looked at the green door and slammed against the door. "I'm coming!" She kept slamming her body against the door until the door busted down. She ran upstairs to see a man on his knees, slamming his fist on the floor.

Andy looked at her. "Who are you?" He pointed the gun at her.

Samantha put her hands at the level of her eyes. "Oh god, don't shoot!" She shut her eyes tightly and tensed up.

Andy lowered the gun. "Why are you here? What did you hear?"

Samantha put her hands down. "I'm Samantha Idell and I'm here to talk to you."

"If you're the press, I don't want to hear it." He walked toward the TV.

Samantha followed him. "I'm not the press! I was once a victim of Chucky. He killed everyone close to me except my little sister, Alice. I need your help..please."

Andy stopped and turned around. "Everyone?"

"Yea! He even got my Aunt in a insane asylum! My Aunt Nica was framed!" Sami looked at the opened box. "Was Chucky here? Is that why you shot the gun?"

Andy nodded. "Well, yea. By the way, that's a rifle. Here's the difference." He picked up the rifle. "This is my rifle." He thrusted slightly. "This is my gun. This is or shooting and THIS is for fun."

Samantha winced. "What? What the hell was that about?"

"It's a inside...joke...uh...anyway, I'm not going to help you." He walked into the kitchen.

Samantha followed him. "Hey! You have to! He just escaped trying to kill you! Don't you want revenge?! He's fucked up your whole life! I know where his wife is! I wanted to talk to her! I could use your help! Please!"

Andy rummaged through the fridge. "You want a drink?"

Samantha shook her head. "No! Are you serious right now?"

Andy opened up a can of Dr. Pepper and took a drink. "Look, I'm sorry what happened to you. But I can't just drop everything and go."

Samantha shrugged. "Why not?"

"Tomorrow is my birthday and I plan to spend it with my mother, Karen and my sister, Kyle."

"So, you're just going to pretend he didn't show up?" Samantha crossed her arms.

Andy nodded. "I guess." Samantha sighed. "What can I do to make you go?"

"Nothing. I think you're making a horrible mistake. Chucky isn't just interested in anyone. This woman you're talking about must be just as psycho as Charles is. She's not going to want to talk to you. Chances are, she'll kill you." He gave her a 'in your face!' smile and sat on the couch.

Samantha turned the TV off. "Andy, come on! You have to-"

Alice walked in. "Sami?"

Andy and Sami looked over to the door. "That's my sister, Alice." Samantha explained.

Andy waved slightly. "Hey kiddo."

Alice walked to Samantha and stood by her. "Is this the man who's going to help us?"

Samantha stood down to her level. "I thought I told you to stay in the car."

Alice frowned. "I saw Chucky run passed the car. I was scared so I ran in to find you." She whined.

Samantha looked at Andy then back to Alice. "Did he say anything to you?"

Alice shook her head. "I ducked down low. I didn't want him to find me. I believe you when you said he killed Mom and Dad instead of Auntie Nica."

Samantha stood up and grabbed Alice's hand, facing Andy. "Well, if you're off your man period, I'll be in the car. In the meantime, Woody the Woodpecker is still on." She walked passed him and walked downstairs to the car.

Alice put her seat belt on. "Do you think he'll give in?"

Samantha turned on the radio and began to smoke. "Maybe. We just have to wait, don't we?"

Alice took her crayons and coloring book from her bag and began to color and watch a movie.

Samantha sighed, looking around to see if Chucky was still with them.

Andy knocked on the passenger window. "Let me in."

Samantha unlocked the door and flicked her cigarette out the window. "I'd knew you'd give in."

Andy got into the car. "Don't push it, Samantha. So, where does this woman live?"

Samantha showed him the picture on her phone. "This address." She drove away from his house.

Andy snickered. "That's where we're going? That's a trailer park."

Samantha shrugged. "So?"

Andy gave her back the phone. "Nothing, I guess. Just a little odd that a crazy woman lives there."

Samantha sighed. "I hope I'm going in the right direction. Who knows where this will take us."

Andy looked back at Alice. "So, how come she has a accent but you don't?"

Alice looked up from her coloring. "She's from England!"

Samantha looked at Andy. "Duh."She drove.

Andy nodded. "That's really cool." He looked back at Samantha. "Say something cool!"

Samantha rolled her eyes. "How 'bout a spot of tea by Big Ben?"

Andy laughed. "That is awesome!"

Samantha chuckled slightly. "You watch WAY too much cartoons." Samantha began to think. Even if she did find Tiffany, she wouldn't talk willingly. Maybe she'd kill us for knowing too much.

Andy sighed loudly, disturbing her thinking. "What now?"

Samantha turned onto the highway. "Just thinking, that's all. Do you think Tiffany would even know where he went?"

He shrugged. "Maybe. Alice, which direction did Chucky go after you saw him?"

Alice put her coloring things aside. "He went onto a delivery truck."

Samantha looked at Andy. "Maybe he went back to Tiffany's?"

"We have to see..." Andy huffed.