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It was cold walking down the bleak hallway of the sanitarium. Most of the lights were out and Sammy shivered. Looking into a room she didn't see anyone and she went to the next. Where were all the patients? Then she saw the blood on the doors, splatters blooming like dark, frozen fireworks, long streaks where fingers had mauled at the surface to get in.

Looking down, Sammy saw the trail of red going all the way down the hall. She didn't follow it, she turned to run away but saw the bodies behind her, sprawled out on the floor and propped up against the wall. All mangled and dead. Who ever had done it was here and Sammy wanted to scream, but she couldn't. Nothing came out of her mouth. She reached to bring her hands to her face in panicked confusion and saw the knife in her hand, dressed in glistening scarlet. Her hands, her hands were covered also.

Shaking, she went to touch her face and felt the rough and tissuey surface. A mask, she was wearing a mask. She had done this she realized.

The knife clattered to the ground and she opened her jaw as wide as it would go but nothing came out but an absence of air.

Then she was laying down, the sound of her own desperate voice startling her. Hands. There were hands on her and other people talking to her, telling her to calm down.

"I'll get her something!" Said a woman.

"No! She's alright! Loomis! Easy! It's Oscar Klein. Listen to me, you need to settle down!" he had her by the wrists as she continued to struggle. "Open your eyes Loomis!"

Sammy didn't want to open her eyes, what if she was still there, in that room?

"Open your eyes Samantha!" Klein ordered her taking her chin roughly.

She cracked her eyes open to a dim hospital room. Klein was leaning over her, like Conner had, like Michael had and she began to shake again. A thin whine escaped her throat.

"Lay still now." Klein eased her back down into the pillow. "You're ok."

Hot tears spilled down both sides of her head, "M...Michael…, Conner…"

Seeing her now coming to herself, Klein took his hands away carefully, "Conner...they found him in the stairway, arm disjointed and dangling from the railing by a set of hobbles. He'd been beaten severely."

"It was him. Conner killed Rita!" Sobbed Sammy.

Klein looked over at the woman in brightly colored scrubs with cartoon characters on them.

"Give us a minute please nurse." He asked and the woman frowned, obviously curious and hoping to listen in more. But she left reluctantly.

Sammy felt drained as she cried, shivering in the thin hospital gown and under the loose-knit spread that did little to insulate from the cold.

"Yes, we're figured as much. There were three other guards found dead as well. Two more knocked silly. We are trying to figure out who is responsible for what." Klein tried to speak objectively but the content still bore it's awful message.

Swallowing at the horrid memories, Sammy put her hands to her tender face as if it could block them out.

"Conner's dead?" She finally asked.

There was a pause but the delayed reply surprised her.

"No. Billy and the other's found you first, called the authorities." sighed Klein, "Conner was chained to the railing by his wrist, passed out when the police came and searched the building. He had a disjointed elbow and shoulder and his other arm was broken. He had been terribly assaulted, like you."

Quickly, Sammy informed him, "It was Conner who...did this to me. Not Michael."

"The police searched Slone's vehicle, found drug paraphernalia for making and distributing. Much of the pills he had to have taken from Smith's Grove. There were masks of Michael's, pictures of women from outside their houses. Of you too…"

"And Michael?" She finally dared to ask for she was sure they must have gunned him down as he wandered the halls, bodies everywhere.

Klein also seemed to not want to respond and he couldn't hold eye contact with her.

"Dr. Klein...what happened to Michael Myers?" she pressed the soreness in her body beginning to surface as if her analgesics were wearing off.

Gravely, the older man shook his head, "We don't know. He's gone."

This quaked her.

"H-How…" She stammered, unable to fathom it.

"He had thrown a med cart through my office window. Those windows are reinforced with cheap security glass. But he had keys to get in." Klein rubbed his forehead, kneading the lined skin.

Remembering him hovering over her, reaching for the keys Conner must have taken, Sammy had to flinch from a compound emotion of fear, helplessness, and rapt curiosity.

"Um, he'll...he'll come here. To Haddonfield." She stated confidently, trying to fend off the confusing memory.

Klein continued to massage his forehead and temples, his headache obviously undaunted.

"That was our first assumption. Local law enforcement has been notified and they are watching for him. But there was, another body found. Ten miles north, the other side of the hospital. A truck driver was stabbed and before he died, he said the suspect was wearing an orange 'pumpkin mask'."

A reflexive doubt made Sammy want to argue. It was irrational of her to say the least. As Klein said, he was moving north, the opposite direction. Then the subsequent thought filled her with glacial alarm. Angel...Laurie.

"His sister." She said even as the thought continued to develop, "What if he comes back for Laurie? We've got to tell her. Where's my phone?"

Frowning, Klein shook his head, "Found it in the hallway, Conner...someone had crushed it."

Sammy cursed at herself for not writing the number down separately. Laurie had requested that her visit would be kept confidential with little explanation.

"Loomis, try to get some rest. They will find Myers. He won't get far." Klein stood, putting a light hand on her shoulder.

Delicately, Sammy tried to keep her face impassive, "And what will they do?"

"I believe they are authorized to use deadly force if they have to."

Part of Sammy wanted to protest that he was a mentally ill person and that such aggression was inhumane, but she knew Michael better. If he was indeed out and on a rampage, he would be very capable of causing damage. And he wouldn't give in. Another tucked away memory came to her. In the shower room, covered in desperate orderlies trying to subdue him, Michael did yield didn't he? Perhaps she was feeling a bit privileged in what her influence might be over him, if it was her influence. But after all, she had been in more than one compromising situation where he could have killed her and didn't.

"Let me come. If I'm there, maybe he'll come quietly." She began to sit up and Klein stepped towards her forbiddingly.

"No Loomis. You're injured. The doctor would like you to stay for a day or two. I will do what I can for Michael. I promise you that." he said it professionally, but there was sympathy with it.

Embarrassed that he might think her inappropriately attached, Sammy decided to forgo any further argument.

They were confident they could capture him and they might be due it. Michael Myers wasn't immortal after all.

The doctor came in and discussed her injuries and treatment plan and both he and Klein left after that.

Sammy lay there, still and calm on the outside, but inside her mind couldn't rest.

Someone had to tell Laurie and if Michael showed up, intervene for his sake. Local law enforcement may be alerted but Sammy was not 100% assured. She should go find Laurie but she hadn't gotten her address. It was Monday morning and she had told Sammy that she was a student at the local community college which was a few blocks away.

She was sitting up, dropping her legs off the side of the raised bed.

If Sammy could just find her and have her stay home where she was safe she would feel much better.

The gaps in the back of her gown let in the chilled air and Sammy looked around for her clothes. Then she remembered they had been torn, stained and probably weren't useable. She was on an IV and hooked up to the monitor by the finger clip. She knew the equipment and turned it off so it wouldn't sound an alert when she carefully took the needle from her arm. If she told the staff she was going to leave, she was worried they would contest it and keep her there. There was no time for that. As much as she wanted to believe Michael wouldn't hurt his sister, she wasn't sure and would feel better as soon as she warned her.

Writing a note promising she'd be back, Sammy left it on her pillow. Her wallet and personal keys had been brought and she grabbed those.

Obviously she couldn't go over to the college in a hospital gown so she went out in the hall. The sun was up and she saw a clock that said almost 9am. Only a janitor and two people who looked like visitors passed her and she hoped they wouldn't notice her. Walking wobbly, her hand catching the wall, she looked at the other doors along the way until she saw a supply room. Testing the knob, it was unlocked and she went in.

Sammy left the hospital in their emerald green surgical scrubs, even a worse color than the blue of Smith's Grove. Her car wasn't in the parking lot so Sammy had to walk. Turning her barefeet towards the college, she hurried along the lanes of fallen leaves.

Luckily, there was a thrift clothing store along the way. The attendant eyed her and Sammy laughed nervously telling her she was in her halloween costume. The girl commented on the exceptional makeup job that looked as though she'd been beaten up and Sammy winced as she tried to nod and smile. She bought a pair of jeans, t shirt, hoodie, and a pair of slip on shoes.

Nervously she continued to the campus, searching the streets she looked for Laurie or Michael. Her analytical self kept questioning if she was actually hoping to see Michael and she finally admitted that she was. But only in the sense that she wanted to try to bring him in without anyone getting hurt.

Even in the dark Michael could find his way home. Like a call through the thick fog he followed the sound of home in his mind. The twisted, balding branches veined the way before him and he could see it. It was dark, but he could see. His wide eyes absorbed what light there was and he could make out the definitions of the woodland around him. The sound of the highway wasn't far and he could hear the wail of sirens.

So he ran. How long had it been since he'd ran? It was euphoric. The sweet, damp air flavored in molting leaves and the tang of wet earth filled his lungs like unstretched balloons. His heart flushed burning blood through his muscles and white vapor came from around the edges of his mask. He pushed and pushed himself, not wanting to stop even when his chest and legs had reached their limit, feeling as though they would explode.

How long he traveled meant nothing for it never had. He had sacrificed time as well as other commodities of the mind such as distance, freedom, trust and dignity long ago. Everything that made a person civilized, human. What was left? The barest of instinct? Survival? Rage? Revenge?

Something. Something was left and he ran towards it.

Soon, signs of society began to show. Fences, houses, the gas station on the fringe of town that he and his dad would go to to get slurpees when he had done well in school. The sign at the side of the road read: "Haddonfield".

His home wasn't far from there. Along the railroad tracks and behind the warehouse district. Through a little ravine and the woods to the older neighborhood that might have been prime real estate back in the '30's when the houses were first built. His father had wanted to live in a newer subdivision, but his mother liked the older homes with their tall ceilings, for their 'character'.

Michael hadn't minded. He loved the yard and that he was promised his own room although Judith had protested having to share with Angel until the baby was put in with him. Michael hadn't minded that either.

But the same street looked different now. Tired and faded from the one he had ridden his bike up and down. And his house, it was black and hollow. The windows were all covered on the main floor with hashed plywood, denying entry but he went to the back yard.

With an agile jump, he caught the lip of the back porch overhang and pulled himself up, climbing until he got to a glassless window and he went inside. It was his mother's room although no furniture remained. A mephitic smell hung in the air but he still breathed it like it was any other. It was decay and neglect. It was hopelessness.

The carpet had been soaked through with rain and whatever else temporary visitors had graced it with. The walls had holes in the plaster and graffiti that he passed by. The door to the hallway was missing. He remembered seeing pictures of it in court, something about the way the blood was portrayed on it. Judith's blood underlying his mother's that told of who had been killed last.

First it was Ronnie then Steven. Then he fell over the bannister….how had that happened? He had never quite remembered. After, Angel had been put in the bags. Then Judith was stabbed and finally his mother stabbed herself. He squinted to see if the blood was still there on the floor, running slowly over to the railing down the the foyer. Dripping.

No. It had dried up into dust a long time ago or soaked into the thirsty wood floor. He went to his room which was also empty and colorless. The old maple tree tapped against the house politely with a rising wind. His curtains were in tatters and the print of cartoon superheros were sun bleached and invisible, but Michael could see them still.

Squatting down on his heels in his room he hung his head, unable to bar his mind from the memories any longer.

Playing on the carpet with Angel. His X-men building towers for Angel's favorite stuffed bunny she called Fufu. Angel liked to chew on it's nose. She'd chewed a hole in it and he would hide skittles in it. The stitching was ripped in it's stomach and no matter how many times his mother mended it it always reopened.

This led to another memory, when he had seen Angel running into the busy street. Her bunny Fufu lay in the traffic. He went after her wondering how the toy had gotten there. With the cars rushing about them, horns honking he reached her and lifted her the best he could. She struggled, saying she wanted her rabbit so he went for it. The traffic began to halt and he heard his mother yelling at him, screaming. She thought it was his fault. Maybe it was. He remembered being dragged back to the sidewalk and Judith shaking her head at him disgustedly. Would his mother have heard him or believed it if he told her what had happened? He had taken the blame for so much, maybe that was why he had decided to take the blame for...Halloween. As long as someone did, as long as Boo was ok.

Popcorn and watching movies with dad and mom and even Judith sometimes. Mom singing in the kitchen while she chopped vegetables.

'Don't touch the knife Michael...it's sharp.' he remembered her saying. But dad had given him a pocket knife and he went outside to use it.

There were less movie nights after his father died. Mom was gone and it was just him and Angel downstairs. Judith told them they couldn't come upstairs when she had her 'friends' over. He hated that, what she was doing. He could hear…

Judith and Mom would fight or Mom and Ronnie. The contention pressed on his chest like something heavy was crushing it. He took Boo outside to play in the sandbox. He told her not to bring her bunny, he'd get all dirty but she would look back at the house and told him she was scared to leave it in there. So he made the bunny a blanket of leaves and grass to sit on.

Michael could still hear the words that floated out from the open windows from one of the fights.

'I love you Judith, I would do anything for you! Why won't you believe that?'

'You would? Kill them. Kill Michael and Angel.'

There was a sharp slapping sound and Judith cursed viciously.

Then his mother exploded shrilly, 'How about everyone Judith? Just for you? Why not you too? I'll just put everyone out of their misery!'

Now Michael felt a violent shiver go through his shoulders and prickled down his back. No, this wasn't his mother's fault, it was Judith's. She had driven her to it. Ended everything. Like she had his pet rat. He had found him in a bucket behind the house by the water faucet and vomited at the state of him. When he had spit out all of what had caught in his mouth and nose he looked behind him to see Judith staring at him. Blood covered her hands. She tilted her head to the side in such a way it made him want to run away.

But what about his mother and Angel? He had to stay.

Judith had always been tall and posed like a monster in his young mind. But now he had grown. He could face her now.

Shelving the memories and standing up he went to Judith's room. An old mattress lay on the ground and some magazines, empty beer bottles. With one hand he grabbed at a corner that hemorrhaged foam and canvas and flung it across the room. Then he knelt to the floorboards feeling with his fingers until one of the slats of wood shifted. They had warped and wedged and it took a good yank to free the first one, but he pulled up the two more boards and plunged his hand into the hole.

First he brought up a soft, pink ear, somewhat ruined with the years. Fufu still gave it's half-smile with glazed eyes. Then he reached in again, feeling the gummy surface of the fake skin. Out came the face. A face that he had remembered for 15 years. It was Steve's mask from Halloween night and now Michael remembered standing over him. Steve's hand had been pointing towards something, no reaching. The bunny lay next to the open floor and that was what Michael thought had been the boy's last thought. That's when Michael had seen the mask in the secret hiding place. Angel had been holding his hand and asked if she could put Fufu in there, to keep him safe so he wouldn't bleed too.

Droopy, paralyzed features of pale latex looked back at him, daring him. Those eyes were blacker than his, deeper and unable to feel pain. They dared him. With his other hand he reached up to the back of his head and fumbled with the straps that held his mask on. When it fell free, he hesitated and put his fingers to his own face, feeling the trueness of it.

Standing, he went to the bathroom, only a sliver of the reflective mirror remained in a top corner. He could have never seen it when he was 10. But now he had to bend slightly and he looked. Michael looked at his real face, section by section. In the hospital, he had never bothered to look.

He was not the same. It was someone familiar but not him. Stringy hair and full beard. Broad boned brow and cheeks and low eyebrows heavy with years of numbing stagnancy.

Lights passed through the little window and the ease of brakes pulled Michael from his thoughts. He went to look down from the window to see a van had parked in the driveway and instant fury made him clench the frizzy hair of the mask he still held.

Michael moved back into the shadows, putting the mask on as he did.

Weaving her way through the parking lot of the college, Laurie buttoned her 'old lady sweater' as Annie called it. Bulk, blue yarn knit with beige and red designs on it. She hadn't put in her contacts so she wore her black frame glasses. She had done the minimum of getting ready today. It was Halloween and the one day a year you could look like the walking dead and get away with it. Other students had totally dressed up like zombies, star wars and batman characters. It made Laurie feel a little old as she had given up costumes a long time ago.

She had been up most of the night studying for a test she had just taken and was done with her morning classes. Usually she would go to the library or the quad and study but she had finally gotten up the nerve to go to the police station. She was going to see her sister Judith.

Seeing him, Michael, her brother had been a shock. Just the sudden reality that she even had a brother and that he was a piece of her horrible past was already overwhelming to her.

Caved over, shaggy hair dangling from his bowed head, she couldn't even describe the eerie feeling the mask tied to his face gave her. For a second she wondered if he had indeed killed them because he looked deranged. Large shoulders, long legs but his hands were not burly. They were narrow and he had long deft fingers stained in old color.

Laurie couldn't say why the letter had affected her so, but somehow she just couldn't believe he had done it and she wanted him to deny it or admit it. When he did neither but stare at her like she was a ghost or like she was a piece of the wall that had suddenly sat in the chair, it had made her angry...or sad. Did she have some of this derangement inside of her? Her insides squirmed at the thought and she wanted to absolve him, in doing so, maybe she would her own doubts and fears.

Judith was older, she would remember. It had taken a few days to decide how she would approach her, confront her. Had her sister thought of her over the years? Michael had been locked away, he couldn't come find her. Judith could have and didn't. Her mom, Cynthia told her she would be having a lot of confusing feelings and to be patient with herself.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she took it out, thinking it was Annie or Lynda. They hadn't planned anything much for Halloween because Annie had to babysit. But Lynda wanted to go to the Spook Festival they had yearly down in city park. Then they would meet up with Annie after and watch scary movies.

It was Annie.

"Hey Sugar." chirped Annie and Laurie knew her friend well enough to know when she was shmoozing.

"Hey Annie, what's up?"

Hurriedly her friend said, "Oh nothing nothing. Just hanging out, bored at work."

Annie worked at a clothing store not far and there wasn't much business usually this time of day.

"Had some weird girl in scrubs and a sad make up job come in and buy a whole outfit she changed into and she just left. She got those cute destroyed skinny jeans I've been wanting to get. I wanted to slap her."

Laurie let out an 'mmmm', not fully paying attention.

But Annie filled in, "Have you heard from Lynda?"

Having found her mom's car she had borrowed, Laurie pinched the phone to her ear with her shoulder to dig for the keys in her pocket, "Nope, not since last night."

"Yeah me neither. So ever since you had asked about that Myers guy, she looked into it and saw that the house where all that happened in is abandoned over on the westside. So she was going to take Bob there last night for a 'romantic' getaway. Sometimes that girl creeps me out!" Annie spilled.

There was a chill go through Laurie. That was her house, her horrible tragedy that others looked on for entertainment.

"Wow, that's pretty skanky." She said lamely as she got settled in her car. "She'll call. She never gets up until after noon anyway. That's what happens when your parents are rich and you don't have any particular ambition to be productive."

There was a giggle on the other end of the line, "Hey that's a little mean Laur! You're never mean! It must be Halloween! By midnight you'll change into a monster under the full moon! Sexy beast."

Rolling her eyes, Laurie was in no mood to joke around and she began to drive to the exit.

"Sorry, I'm just really stressed. I'll give Lynda guilt candy tonight to ease my conscience."

"Don't. What are friends for if you can't talk trash about them? I mean, you should have heard what she said about your grandma sweater...you're not wearing that are you?"

"Annie, I gotta go, not driving hands free. I'll talk to you later ok?" Laurie was done.

"Oh wait! I called you to ask you a huge favor!" Annie sped and toned up her voice.

Laurie groaned, she knew it.

"What?"

"Well, Paul, he wanted to come over tonight and I told him my girls always come first so he'd have to figure something else out. So we thought maybe, if you watched Lindsay Wallace for me earlier I could get Paul out of the way and we could still have our sista fiesta!" Gushed Annie.

Sister.

"I really don't think so, I was going to go with Lynda to the festival." Laurie said, thinking of Judith.

"Come on Laurie! I'll even give you an extra $10! Plus you can keep what they were going to pay me!" begged Annie.

Sighing Laurie knew her friend would blow up her phone with texts nagging her all day. It was almost just easier to say yes. She hated the festival anyhow. Halloween had never been a big deal for her and now that she knew what had happened to her family on that day she was even more disenchanted.

"Alright." She said only to receive a squeaky squeal of delight splitting her ear and she pulled the phone away.

"Thank you thank you thank you!"

"No problem ok? But I've gotta hang up now Annie! Text me the times and whatever. Bye." Laurie ended the call before receiving the reciprocal farewell.

Haddonfield wasn't a large town and getting to the police station was a matter of small minutes.

When she pulled into the lot she turned her engine off and took a deep breath before getting out.

There were paper images of ghosts and pumpkins on the windows, even a porcelain pumpkin sitting on the reception desk full of candy where one of the deputies sat swiping at his phone inattentively.

"Hi." Laurie said as she came to stand in front of him.

Strange, this felt like when she was trying to see Michael but he was in a prison, Judith worked for the police!

"What can I do for ya?" Asked the deputy who uncrossed his leg and looked up at her.

"Well I was looking for...um, is Sheriff Brackett here?" She asked. He was Annie's father and she'd feel more comfortable talking to him about it.

"Nope, he's due back any minute though if you want to wait." the man said.

Pausing for a moment, Laurie bit her lip. She was just trying to come up with an excuse to back out.

"Well how about Judith...Officer...Deputy Rathmore?" She shifted from one foot to the other nervously.

He looked at her more curiously now, "She's off duty until this afternoon. Can I give them a message for ya?"

"No." Laurie shook her head quickly, "I think I'll come back…"

Then the door to the back offices opened and Lee Brackett came in in his tan and brown uniform. His dark hair was giving up ground to the grey of his age that also lightened his walrus mustache.

"Laurie?" he said surprised when he saw her. "Everything ok?"

With a forced smile, Laurie nodded, "Yes! I was just on my way home from school I…"

The station was definitely not on the way to her house and Brackett of course knew that because they lived in the same neighborhood within three blocks. Still he smiled at her and turned to the other deputy.

"Mitch, go give the cells a once over. We'll probably have a few guests tonight. Halloween always makes some people act like weirdos." he threw his thumb over his shoulder.

"Ok," Doyle grunted as he got up, "Oh by the way the soda company finally restocked our machine."

"Great." Brackett said then added back to the man, "Did the city works park their wood chipper in the garage?"

The deputy nodded, "They're going to start taking down those trees across the street tomorrow or the next day."

Then he left and Sheriff Brackett went over to the desk, taking his coat to put it on an old-school coat stand.

"Are you going to the Festival tonight? I know Annie wanted to go but she's got to babysit." Bracket said as he sat down, looking casually through some papers on the desk in front of him.

"Huh? Oh no...actually yes I think so...I haven't really decided. My parents are going to stay home…" She rambled then jumped when the phone rang, interrupting her.

"Sorry hun, one minute." He picked up the phone, "Haddonfield Sheriff's office. This is Sheriff Brackett."

Laurie stood anxiously, fussing at a snag in her sweater. Why was she suddenly so nervous? It was almost as bad as waiting at Smith's Grove.

"No. Everything's been quiet here. No sign of him. We'll keep a look out. Let us know when you get him. Thanks Ross. Bye." Brackett hung up the phone and looked back up at her.

"Sorry about that. Anyway, look Laurie. Is there something bothering you? In all my years I've known you, you've only come down here twice. Once to report your pet rabbit stolen when you were nine, what was his name? Fifi? And once to bring me those horrible cupcakes you and Annie made for my birthday with ice cream in the middle six years ago."

Blushing, Laurie remembered both times and couldn't help an honest grin, "Her name was Fufu. And those cupcakes were so soggy I'm sorry! Yes actually I was wondering if Deputy Rathmore was here? I really need to talk to her."

Friendly smile fading a bit, Brackett shook his head. "She's not scheduled until this afternoon. Did she write ya a ticket or something? She's pretty liberal on citations."

"No. No it was just something else. I'll try to catch her another day I guess." Laurie waved at him in reassurance and started towards the door. Then she stopped and turned around to see the Sheriff watching her carefully.

"Do you think you could give her a message for me?" She asked.

Shrugging he said, "Sure. What is it?"

"Tell her...tell her Angel was looking for her. Thanks Sheriff." Laurie smiled like it was a joke, waved and left before he could ask anything further.

The sun felt hotter now as she hurried back towards her car, feeling in her sweater pocket for the car keys. It was ridiculous to put them there because they always got caught in the weave and she had to work them out carefully. So now she would run back home to work on homework and forget all about this for the day. Forget about them, her brother and sister.

She happened to glance across the street where an old commercial plaza sat vacant. But in front of it was a bus stop. It had an enclosure of plexiglass that was fogged from years in the sun and scratched messages in it. She thought she saw someone inside and squinted against the glare.

There was, a tall man and at first she thought he had a distorted face of some sort but then realized it was a mask. White and lumpy, she decided it was someone making a lame attempt to dress as 'the joker' or something. It was hard to see what he was looking at, but he faced in her direction. When she had finally gotten the keys free and opened the door she looked again, seeing the man still there and now she was certain he was watching her. A rare batch of cars passed in front of her, obstructing her visual connection and when the last had cleared he was gone.

Laurie was really beginning to hate halloween.