Crissy ran and ran, down different ally ways and streets. As badly as she wanted to be with him, she couldn't stand the thought of her beloved Lakeshore Strangler seeing her like this, not as a doll. She knew that she could never see him again. "Try to think on the brightside..at least Darrel will never be able to find me.." she says through tears. Crissy passes by windows in the stores. "I look..like..a damn doll..no one could ever love me.." she mutters. People walk by and she falls to the ground. "Well, what do we have here?" says a young woman. "Hi, my name's Crissy." she said in a childish voice. "Aw, how cute." the woman says as she looks around and upon seeing no one, takes the doll with her. Crissy again takes mental notes of where their going. After a long walk, they finally reach a run down trailer park. The lady keeps walking until they reach a shiny metal one. "We're home." she sings. She sets Crissy down on a shelf next to dozens of other dolls. 'What the hell did I get myself into?' she thinks. "I bet Chucky would like my new collection." the lady says out loud. Crissy looks around and sees the newspaper clippings of Chucky's death. Her eyes fill with tears, she cant help but cry, its news to her, but not until she looks closely at one picture, its of the late Charles Lee Ray all bloodied, holding a smiling Good Guy in his hands. 'Thank god.' she thought, 'At least he didn't die..wait, wait! Yes! Now we're the same!' she was so thrilled. 'Now I just gotta get outa this joint and find him.' she thought to herself.
