It's the nightmare man, he's coming to get me, Rachel.

-Jamie Lloyd

"I don't understand why you think you have to get there so many days in advance. I doubt she's going to go anywhere."

"No, but someone is coming there. I need to find her before he does. And warn the citizens of Haddonfield. They are basically lined up for a blood bath."

"What do you do if they don't believe you?"

"They probably won't as a matter of fact. But I have to try. No one believed my father either."

"Yeah, Sam Loomis wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"Heard all about him growing up. My old man was a little obsessed with serial killers. Well, not really obsessed but interested in hearing about them. Probably almost as crazy as your old man."

"Perhaps but some would say no one could be as crazy as him."

"What was it like growing up with him as a dad?"

"We going back to the past? What's with all the personal questions?"

"You wouldn't let me turn on the radio. The silence is killing me. So what else do we have to do? I didn't have time to bring anything to read."

"I would rather not talk about my personal life."

"I haven't asked about relationships so I would say this isn't that personal. How about I tell you about me first."

"I don't know why I would be interested in that Donald."

"Just my childhood."

"You really want to know about mine don't you?"

"Yes, I'm very curious. You know your rudeness doesn't bother me."

"I enjoy being rude. Keeps people at bay. You seem to enjoy it yourself."

"Yeah, I do."

"Well then tell me about your childhood since your just dying too."

"Dying? Don't know if you would want to use that word or not considering your current situation. But since you insist. My mom was the breadwinner in our house so to speak. She worked at this little sewing factory not far from where he lived. Dad stayed home and drank and watched television all the time. I always thought the dynamic there was a little weird. It seemed to work for them though."

"Maybe his alcohol use made him fancy killers?"

"Maybe. He was pretty normal other than that."

"Your folks must never have thought you would become a psychiatrist."

"Nope sure didn't. Still, don't see why I did after all these years."

"They're both alive?"

"Barely. Very sickly like. Don't see them much."

"Oh, that's too bad. You should. I didn't get to see mine much until the very end. You might regret it."

"Miss Loomis I didn't think you had any regrets."

"Not many but everyone has some."

"I can agree to that."

"So why did you become a psychiatrist?"

"Made a decent amount of money."

"Come on it has to be more than that. It isn't the easiest of jobs."

"I always wondered how growing up affected children. My home dynamic was different from most in that time period. Then there were those serial killers like your friend Michael."

"Fair enough for an answer. I haven't met Michael so I can't call him a friend. My father's friend maybe."

"He's like a long lost Uncle."

"Wouldn't go that far with it. How he treats his niece is the reason were traveling to Haddonfield right now. "

"Not the best Uncle I suppose. I suppose Jamie could attest to that."

"I'm sure she would."

"So we were done talking about me so we can talk about your childhood? You've made it clear you don't want to hear any more about my personal life. A shame really because I really enjoy talking about it. I'm sure yours has been very interesting."

"You'd be surprised. Believe it or not, my childhood wasn't really that weird apart from my father. He was so focused on Michael and his work at Smith Grove he wasn't a big part of my childhood. I saw him a couple times a year at best. Sent me letters for my birthdays and holidays if he remembered. Which he usually didn't."

"Were you resentful?"

"At the time yes. Not anymore because I now understand why he was so focused on his work. Furthermore, he was focused on trying to stop Myers and protect the citizens of Haddonfield. Focused on finding out about the Cult of Thorn as well. "

"Did anyone know you were related to him?"

"No thank God. No one knew so I was allowed to live a fairly normal life. My mother remarried when I was ten and I had a normal family life."

"That must have been a relief to your dad."

"For sure. I think he protected me from a lot of what he went through. He didn't feel horrible about missing my childhood. He knew my stepfather filled the dad role quite well. He also realized my childhood would be much safer and innocent with him out of it."

"How did he feel about you becoming a psychiatrist? And taking on this?"

"I assume the "this" you're referring to is searching for Michael. He warned me a long time ago if I decided to be a psychiatrist I was looking at a life of solitude. If I was searching for Michael then I was looking at a very dangerous life. I couldn't fail. He didn't want me to do it. But when I did that's the advice he gave me."

"He told you about going to find Myers?"

"Yes. He was sure he would return for Jamie one day."

"What's the connection to her besides Michael?"

"Laurie Strode. After he saved her from Michael they kept in touch should he ever return. When Laurie had Jamie he promised her he would protect her. Kept his promise and now it's my turn to keep mine. "

"I can't wait for him to be here. If he doesn't come before Halloween I hope he comes after. Really though I'm just ready to meet him."

Billy and Jamie had rearranged his nursery for the fifth time in the past two weeks. Jamie determined everything would have to be as close to perfect as possible. Jamie was trying to keep her thoughts positive as she was about to welcome a baby into the world. The intrusive thoughts always began the closer Halloween crept up. Nightmares increased as well. They always involved Michael and the man in black that helped him escape. had told her this theory.

He believed someone from Smith Grove was somehow involved with the Cult of Thorn. Loomis had told her all about that as well. Coming from him she believed it no matter how crazy it sounded. She had learned when he said something it was the truth. She was a little more fearful Loomis wasn't here to protect her any longer. Even more frightening he wouldn't be there to protect her baby. They were both members of the bloodline for Michael to return to attempt to kill.

"Jamie if you ever have a child he will return for them. If he isn't stopped then he will continue to come back. Michael is the absolute expert at sitting and waiting. Looking at the wall, not seeing, looking forward to whenever he comes home again. He's come before and I think we both know he will come back."

Loomis would be proven right. She didn't want children but Billy wanted at least one so badly. Jamie felt she was cursing the child. She also felt so much love for him even though he wasn't even here yet. She was certain her mom had the exact same feelings for her before she was born.

"Did you have a nightmare again last night?" Billy asked carefully.

Jamie sighed as she pulled a stuffed animal from the crib.

"Yeah, I dreamed about Tina again."

"She was a funny person. In a good way."

"She was probably the person I adored most besides Rachel. She saved my life that night. Just like Rachel would have. I tried to get her to stay the night at the clinic but she wanted to be with her boyfriend and go to the tower farm. Well, you remember. I wish she would have listened to Dr. Loomis."

"Honey we didn't listen to Dr. Loomis either. "

"You think we would have been safer staying at the clinic?"

"Maybe but Michael went there anyway. You had several people guarding you both times."

So many people sacrificed themselves for me."

"Babe we don't need to talk about it. We're moving on and were about to have a baby. We have so much coming up."

"I wish you stuttered like you used too. It was cute."

They chuckled as they shared a kiss.

"So Sandra came to see me today. Her and Troy."

"Oh, that's nice of them. Little man is getting big right?"

"Yeah, he is. Sandra told me something I keep thinking about."

"Okay, what?"

Earlier today

"He is such a good kid," Jamie said smiling as Troy chuckled watching a cartoon on her television.

"He really is. Raising him is hard work but I wouldn't trade it for the world."

"I think I'm going to learn that very soon." She said patting her stomach.

Sandra smiled but it faltered.

"Jamie, can I ask you something?"

"Sure anything."

"Maybe I'm just overreacting and it isn't a big deal. I guess little boys do this all the time. I'm a little concerned about him. Just little things I've watched him do."

"What do you mean?"

"He has nightmares a lot. Which he's a child so maybe that's not that surprising. But I don't let him watch scary movies. There isn't anything I can think of that would make him afraid. Sometimes he just stares off into space. Again maybe that's typical of boys his age. It's just almost like he's not there. He's just off in another world all his own. Then I found this picture he drew today.

It was of these stick figures. I don't know who the people were. I don't assume they were us. But he drew one of them stabbing the others. Then the one doing the stabbing wasn't a stick figure. He looked more like an actual person. At first, I wasn't sure how to approach it. Children draw things sometimes. I know he isn't seeing anything like that on television. So I don't know if he is hearing things at school or what. I couldn't imagine what."

Jamie felt a chill run down her spine but she hoped she was wrong. She'd learned from Dr. Loomis all about her infamous uncle. She'd done her research on him too. He'd done things like that as a child. Wow her terrifying uncle she hadn't even thought of as a child prior to that. This didn't describe Troy and she was likely jumping to conclusions.

"Did you ask him about it?"

"I did and he told me it was just a drawing. Kind of strange though don't you think?"

"Hopefully it's no big deal."

Jamie didn't know why she lied like that. Sandra didn't know who Jamie was. So she had no idea she was talking to the actual relative of a serial killer. Interesting as she probably would have thought she would have been an expert on that. There was no indication Troy would be anything like Michael. Michael wasn't a man. He was a monster. Like a force of nature that couldn't be stopped.

Present

"That's a little strange perhaps but you know how little boys are. It's been a while since we were kids."

"We were never normal children though were we?"

"No, but we did okay for ourselves."

"Just okay." She grinned at him coyly

"Nah we are much better than okay. We're doing just fine from what I can tell.