All day Katherine's head was swimming in thoughts. If Freddy wasn't behind the message and the scrapping of metal in the boiler room and whatnot- Hell, he even told her that she wasn't supposed to be there- then, who was in her dreams? Her father even told her that he was just stayed there, but she didn't know the full story if there was one. Whatever was going on, she didn't trust him. It was suicide to trust a man like Krueger. There was nothing trusting about him, even though that he didn't truly try to kill her. That was something that never left her mind how he seemed like he didn't put in the effort in trying to kill her.

"Maggie," a deep voice said.

Her head shot up from its daydreams from her desk. "Hm? What?" When she noticed the Doc, she relaxed to a small smile. "Oh, hi."

"You alright? Did you find anything?" There was concern in his voice and dark eyes.

She heavily sighed as she looked down at her desk with her eyes. She might as well tell him, but not all of it. "It's not Krueger. At least… I don't think it is," she added quietly, looking away in doubt.

"It's not Krueger?" Doc repeated with puzzlement, crossing his arms. "Then who is it?"

The doctor shrugged. "I don't know." She looked up at him. "I really don't."

He then chuckled and waved it off. "Ah, I wouldn't worry about it. It was only one night, right?"

Katherine gave a short smirk as she slowly looked down with her eyes. "Yeah. One night…"

"Well, see you, Maggie." He then began to walk away back to his office.

"Bye," she muttered, still thinking about what her father said when he would check things out. Funny. It actually sounded like he was caring about her. She smirked and lightly shook her head. No, that was impossible. There was nothing caring in the damned heart of his. Even though that she did remember having good times with him as a kid, but that was before he killed her mother. That was before everything was destroyed. Now she was a traitor to him and she loathed him so it was a mutual feeling.

When Katherine got home at usual time, she found the camera sitting on the kitchen counter where she left it, picked it up, turned it on, and found the photo of the gory message to zoom in on it, trying to find any hint of a clue, but of course, there was nothing. The young woman turned off the camera and headed for the bathroom and looked into the mirror, placing the bloody words on the glass, but quickly was replaced by the reality of her own reflection. She hardly remember what her mother looked like and something told her that she looked more like her. "Things were going just fine before you showed up," she muttered, referring to the message.

With a heavy sigh, she turned off the light and walked out of the bathroom, to her room and just read, trying to get her mind off things. When ten came around, she got dressed for the night and climbed in bed, hoping that nothing will happen in her dreams or finding a little surprise for her in the morning. She had enough of this crap and was done with it. Hell, she was done with it a year ago! Hoping that she was going to get some sleep, she laid her head on the pillow and closed her eyes, waiting for sleep for take her.

The sound of a screeching enter her head, making her distort her face with discomfort, then opened her eyes to find herself in the factory. Then the screeching stopped, followed by an amused chuckle.

Her brown eyes narrowed with annoyance. "Must you do that?" She asked as she stood up to her feet.

"It's my job," a low voice answered, then became dry as he added, "or used to be."

"Funny," she said with a sarcastic smile as she turned to face her father. "Very funny." She then became serious. "So what did you find out?"

Freddy lightly shook his head with a small shrug. "Nothing. There is no sign of anyone. Besides you." He then slightly tilted his head at with concern. "Are you sure you-"

"Yes, I'm sure!" She shouted.

He looked at her, unamused. "You don't have to get all weird about it." He then muttered, "Kids these days."

"I'm sorry," she sighed, appologetically.

Wait.

Did she just apologize to a child murderer?

Even Freddy Krueger looked taken aback.

She shook her head and waved her hands, regretting her words. "Forget I said that. What I meant was," she looked at him with seriousness, "'I'm not going crazy'," she emphasized to get to her point. A thought then reentered her mind as she looked at the burnt man in wonder. "Was there a bloodcurdling scream about two nights ago?"

He arched an eye as he crossed his arms. "No…?" He then chuckled with dark humor. "Unless if you're thinking back to the kids a year-"

"Freddy!" She shouted, trying to get him back to the real problem. The last thing she wanted was to be reminded about her friends being killed, let alone the others before them.

"You're no fun," he muttered, looking away with his eyes like a disappointed child.

Her father wasn't always an easy man to get through to and always managed to find humor out of the oddest and darkest things. "I need you to think. I heard a-"

He looked back at her with his arms falling to his sides. "There was no scream. Nothing. At all. Dead silence. You could even hear a pin drop." A twisted grin grew on his face as if a memory returned to him. "That deaf friend of yours was real fun to mess with."

Katherine curled her lip in anger, knowing that he was talking about Carlos, one of the boys she was helping a year ago, but was ultimately killed by yours truly. "Back to the task at hand, Krueger," she growled, glaring daggers at him.

Freddy sighed, looking at her in a worn-out way. "Look, Kat." He approached her. "How about I get you if I find anything to help your… Search?"

She crossed her arms, looking at him with slyness. "And how you going to do that, ex-dream demon?"

He chuckled as he spread hims, walking backwards. "You came here twice, didn't you?"

The young woman's arms fell as she looked at her father with confusion.

"I'm sure we'll figure something out." He turned on his heels and began to walk away.

"Freddy!" She shouted after him, but he just raised his claw hand and she knew that he was smiling. She crossed her arms and gently shook her head. And that guy was her father. Yep. Lucky her.