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Twilight had settled on the horizon in Springwood, (and Elm Street in particular!)

The little Street was bathed in eerie half light, and children everywhere were winding down for the evening.

Evening gave way to night, as has happened for millions of years...

Lance Greyber, Springwood High School's lead quarterback, was thinking about Katherine's Dad... right before heading off to bed.

Lance rushed to the bathroom to take a shower.

He'd just come from a game, and was sweaty...Badly.

Lance grabbed a towel and wash cloth, placed them on the rack in front of the shower door, and then turned the hot water on.

After a brief pause, he began undressing.

Lance shivered as a breeze whistled past his bare body.

Looking around, he jumped in the shower.

It was scalding hot...just the way Lance liked it.

Lance felt himself slipping in and out of consciousness, as the water massaged his tight muscles.

He felt relaxed, and closed his eyes.

Freddy took the opportunity to raise 'a little hell'.

"I'm calling for back up!"

After pulling a gold bound box from his pocket and tinkering with it, the puzzle box solved itself.

A man in all black garb, and pins deeply implanted into his skull emerged from a dazzling light radiating from the box.

"Come, we have...ufffff!"

Freddy had grabbed the man by the sleeve.

"Elliot, I don't have time for this bull shit! Now, come on!"

"What?! To where?!"

"In that kid's dream, dumb ass!" Freddy explained.

"Oh,...okay then."

Elliot pulled away regaining some dignity in the act.

Freddy turned around and stared at him eyes wide in surprised.

"I thought you were gonna help me?"

Elliot took on a monotone.

"Fredrick, I'll help you, yes, but it will be on my own terms and pace. So keep your hands to yourself."

Freddy looked Pinhead in the eyes.

"We'll talk of those terms later."

Freddy began to dissipate.

Elliot glanced at Freddy, who appeared instantly.

"What?!"

"Fredrick, look down when your speaking to me."

"Why?!"

"I'm better than you!"

Freddy got an idea.

"Are not!" Freddy looked amused.

"Are too!" Elliot looked outraged.

"Are NOT!"

"Are TOO!"

As they argued, they began disappearing.

Into Lance's dream.