Shorter, but important chapter.

Dewey was being pulled out on a stretcher, and Gale was reporting, the first on the scene.

The nightmare was over.

Police, ambulance, and a few journalists were here, getting the official story. Knowing that Woodsboro would never be the same again, and the name would be something people whisper about glumly as time went on. This would be known as The Woodsboro Murders. It was just the story the media craved for.

Sidney was sitting on the empty back porch of Stu's house, alone, the early morning sun casting a glint in her eyes. She had a few bandages, but other than a few cuts and bruises, she was good. She sat there, lost in her thoughts. Thinking and absorbing everything that had just happened. It was something out of a movie.

She had lost her best friend. Tatum. She was one person she needed right now. But she was gone. A victim to Billy and Stu's massacre.

Then there was Dewey. She had almost lost him, but luckily, he survived his stabbing. And finally, there was Randy. If she had lost one of those two, she knows she would've gone insane. She had almost lost both. Those were the only two, besides her dad, that would keep her sane. But she still felt guilty. As if they got hurt because of her, and it was her fault.

These were thoughts that would haunt her, and she knew she needed someone to ease those thoughts.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming from behind her. It broke her train of thought and she turned around, seeing Randy. His shoulder had been wrapped up, but blood was still visible, soaking through. He held it, as it still pained him.

Sidney turned back around, putting her head down. Can't standing looking at him like that. It was her fault, she just knew it. He walked and sat down next to her on the porch.

"Hey", He said, looking at her, but she still had her head slightly down.

"Hey..." She replied quietly.

Seeing her like this was damaging Randy. "..Are..are you okay, Sid?" He asked gently, not trying to push her. Seeing her try to hold it together was frightening to him. He was almost intimidated.

"I'm fine, Randy..." Another quiet response.

"Sidney, I'm really sorry...I just...I wish there was something I could do, you know." He told her, looking ahead then down, getting frustrated with himself. She put her head up a little bit, and looked at him, and seeing how upset he really was to see her like that. Sidney couldn't help but be touched by that.

"Thanks Randy, but you shouldn't be the one apologizing..."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at you. You're hurt. Really bad. And it's my fault. I-"

"Sid-"

"It is Randy.." She said, voice raising a bit. "I just couldn't imagine if you actually died. If the bullet was just a little closer, or something... It would've been all my fault", She was slowly starting to break, but she wasn't sobbing. Tears did start flowing from her eyes.

"Sid, this isn't your fault. Please don't blame yourself cause two assholes took their love of scary movies too far. It was them, Sid. They did this, not you."

Sidney stared at him, soaking up his words, a smile slowly appearing. He looked back her, very sincere. "Thank you, Randy." She said softly, and laid her head on his shoulder. Randy wasn't expecting it. After a few seconds of dealing with the butterflies in his stomach, he cautiously put an arm around her. She wrapped both of her arms around his waist, and laid her head on his chest, closing her eyes. Randy looked down, and smiled at the girl of his dreams holding him.

The thought of asking her out on a date kept running through his thought. But he dismissed it. It was too soon, and not a good time for it. And she must be really vulnerable, and Randy wouldn't feel right taking advantage of that. She just really needed comfort right now. Keeping her happy was good enough for him, even though his crush on her was only growing by each second. But he'd find his moment.

He just knew it.

Sidney was very still. Randy didn't know if she had fell asleep or was just relaxing after a hell of a day, but he didn't care. Either way, he was comfortable, and he was comforting her.

And that made him happy.