Maggie hung up the phone after talking briefly to Sean.

Although she wasn't the fondest of Jason, he still didn't deserve to be put in a coma. It would mean he had no means of escape from her father, whom, to her understanding, was becoming more ruthless as time went by.

The thought sent a shudder down her spine. She wasn't aware he could be more twisted than when they had last met.

She once more felt the doubt begin to take over her mind. She'd come to Springwood against her better judgment. Of course she'd wanted to help the the teenagers, it was her job afterall, however, the thought of her father still sent her reeling from her last encounter with him. It had effected her a lot more than she let on to others. She'd always found it easy to brush people off with the 'I'm fine's and fake smiles. It must be a tendancy she'd picked up off of him. To be able to mask her true emotions and blend into the crowd. She scowled at the thought of having any resemblence to that abomination. She was happy being Maggie Burroughs. As far as she was concerned, Katherine Krueger did not and would not exist, although she couldn't fool herself. She was beginning to remember more of her childhood, before she was put into the orphanage. Ever since she'd witnessed her mothers murder in the dream scape, it was as though her repressed memories had sprung and leak, and were slowly leaking into her present thoughts. Even though her memories were of her father, before he died, showering her with love and affection, it still made her skin crawl. To think she knew the scum who had murdered innocent children was bad enough, but knowing she was related to him was sickening. It made her more determind to help every child that walked into the shelter, no matter their predicament. She'd walked around Springwood during the morning, while Doc and Tracy were still finishing breakfast. She'd found herself recognising places, such as the park and had been drawn to her old home. She'd stood outside on the pathway for a good ten minutes. It was now obviously occupied, as it was in better condition than the last time she had paid a visit. She walked around the back garden, not really thinking, nor caring if she was caught, catching glimpses of the water tower, which had haunted her dreams when it had all started, not long before John Doe had arrived. She sighed as she gazed at the page infront of her. She was supposed to be helping Doc and Tracy research again, although it was fruitless. She couldn't focus with all the thoughts chasing each other through her mind. She knew there were in the kill zone now and they wouldn't be able to leave until someone was dead, whether it be themselves or Freddy. She gritted her teeth and she recalled their last meeting, it had ended with an impressive bang, figurativly and literally. She recalled the taunting and the moment she'd put on his glove. He'd spoken to her as though he was teaching her the simplest of things, and for a fleeting moment, her mind had wanted to take him up on his offer. To teach her how to use the glove. His weapon of mass destruction. The thought had scared her. The darkness of it had come up from no where. It had shown her, that his blood did run through her veins. That was the most frightening part. She'd been able to override the dark thought with common sense and her desire to keep her friends safe. But she'd knew it was still lurking somewhere with-in her brain. She'd sat through enough therapy sessions with kids to know that desires and thoughts such as that didn't just appear and disappear. It frightened her even more to think that she would be meeting the instigator of those thoughts once more. She'd tried talking to Doc about it, more than once. But it was still on her mind, now more than ever. What if she wasn't able to repress it this time around? She shook her head violently, trying to clear her thoughts.

Doc looked up from his book and the sudden movment.

"Maggie, are you alright?"

She looked up at him, terror filled her eyes. Terror she was unwilling to show. "Yeah, I'm just going to get some fresh air." She stood and put the book to the side, before exiting the room and onto the balcony that over-looked Springwood. Doc waited a few minutes, before joining her, closing the door behind him.

"Are you sure you're okay, Maggie?"

"Of course." She replied, looking at the view they had. Doc raised a misbelieving eyebrow.

"What's really up?"

She heaved a heavy sigh. "It's just. Being here. Knowing he's not dead. What if-" She cut off, unsure on how to finish the sentence without sounding as helpless and scared as she felt. It wasn't in her character to shy away from things. She faced them head on, no matter what she felt. It was what made her so good at her job.

"You're worried about those thoughts again, aren't you?"

She turned to face Doc, a small smile upon her face. "How the hell do you always know these things?"

He shrugged. "It's my job to know these things. But, Maggie, everyone has a dark side to them, there's no right side and wrong side. Everyone has a part of each in them, it's which instincts we act upon that determines what kind of person we are. And you don't get much better than Maggie Burroughs!"

She chuckled at the last part of his statment. "I know that. I just don't like that fact that a part of him is in me, because I'm nothing like him."

Doc nodded, waiting for her to continue.

"How's Tracy taking things?" She asked.

"As she always does." He replied, "On the chin. She's a fighter, kind of like yourself. Her run in with the bastard has probably motivated her more to try and find a way to beat him once and for all."

Maggie nodded once more and made her way back into the room, picking up a book and scanning the pages while making light chat with Tracy. Doc watched from the balcony, before sighing himself. He knew the probability of stopping Krueger for good were very low, almost non-existant, it was a complex and powerful situation they were dealing with and the solutions to these kind of predicaments were never simple, but his friends were determind to try, which kept his mind on the right path. He was considering trying to teach them all how to take more control over their dreams, although he wasn't so sure if it would make much if any difference. He feared for both theirs and the teenagers who had brought them here's safety. Krueger, from what he had caught, sounded more powerfull than last time, which was never a good sign. He was bad enough during their previous encounter, although he had only truly faced him once. He feared for that boy in the coma as well. He knew better than any of them that his chances of survival were slim. Coma's were a constant sleep and many cases of coma patients had reported dreaming, which was bad news for them. Mostly, he feared for Maggie. He knew she was constantly batteling with her thoughts, now she had found out her true identity. It had effected her in a bad way, and this had cropped up, just when he thought she was making progress. Both himself and Tracy had noticed a change in her personality. She doubted herself more, even if she tried not to let it show on the surface. Springwood, definatley wasn't the best option for her, although it would be pointless to tell her that, she would deny their thoughts, because she wanted to help the kids who had asked for her help, no matter the price. Which was what made her so different from Krueger. If only he could get her to believe that.

Sean sat in the hospital waiting room, his head in his hands, along with Chey and Hannah. He looked up as a thought struck him.

"Chey?"

She looked up. "Mm?"

"..How the fuck are you here? I thought you were in Westin Hills?"

She let out a small laugh. "Dr. Gordon discharged me. He reported that I had no reason to be kept in the hospital. You just realised this now?"

Sean nodded, a frown upon his brow. "When was this?"

"Last night. Jesus, Sean. Keep up!" She sniggered.

Sean shook his head, rolled his eyes and looked back at the floor.

"Is there a point in us being here?" Hannah asked, "I mean, I know that sounds bad, and I want to be here for Jason also, but us being here isn't going to do any good, is it? He's not waking up any time soon according to the doctors."

Sean was about to interject, when Chey stopped him. "She's right. We should go. See if there's any more that we can find out about stopping Krueger. It's not fair if we leave it all to Maggie, who by the way, I still haven't met!"

Sean sighed and nodded, getting up from his seat and followed the girls out of the hospital.

Jason wandered around the house. He knew it was Krueger's house from Hannah's and Chey's description. It looked nothing like how it did now.

"It's a lot bloody cleaner." Jason muttered, kicking the old sofa. He'd figured out a while ago he couldn't wake himself up, which had sent him into a small fit of anger. He could sense Krueger's presence, although so far, hadn't come into contact with him. Walking into the hallway, he bumped into a small light-brown haired girl. She looked up at him with big eyes and giggled, before running into the basement. He raised an eyebrow, before following her. As he descended the stairs, they merged into one an other, becoming a slide, which he slid down on his stomach. He picked himself up off of the floor and brushed himself down, growling under his breath, before scanning his surroundings. He was in the boiler room once more. Jason rolled his eyes. "Can't you be more original, Freddy?" He trudged down the corridor, ducking under the hanging chains and torrents of steam, looking around for the child that had led him here. After a couple of minutes of searching, Jason began to grow impatient of the search and gave up. He turned to head back up the stairs, to be cut off by Freddy blocking his way, his blades fanned out at his side.

"Oh, actually decided to show your face, have you?" Jason asked sarcastically, glaring at the dream stalker.

Freddy gave a feral grin, grabbing Jason by the throat. "Looks like I have a new piggie to play with, we can have a lot of fun, Jason, because you're not waking up any time soon. I can garuntee you that." Freddy squeezed the boys throat tighter, making him grip at his burnt hand. "Also, you've brought back my little princess. You're a regual knight in shining armor." Freddy laughed at his own joke.

Jason dug his fingers into Freddys hand that was clasping his throat.

"W-What?" He managed to choke out.

"You didn't know? You've brought back my daughter." Jason brought up his knee into Freddy's groin, springing to his feet when he was dropped and sprinted down the corridor, before coming to a stop as realisation hit him.

Freddy had a daughter?