A/N: I've had a tough time writing this story. Sometimes I wanted to delete it all I was so stressed and there were points that I couldn't stop writing but after... what, 10 months? I have officially finished it & I would like to thank all the people who bothered to read it and if you reviewed, just know you are what made me keep going.

"Hey, Nance."

Nancy blinked to see she was in a brightly lit white room, machines next to her and a sterile smell flowing through her nose. She turned her head to see a cleaned up Quentin sitting beside her. He smiled and grabbed her hand.

"They stitched and bandaged up your leg and believed our story. They said you lost a lot of blood so they kept you for observation but you're fine."

She noticed somebody was missing, and looked back at him. Without speaking, he knew what she was thinking.

"Allison's back at Westin Hills."

Nancy nodded and relaxed back in the hospital bed. They had sedated her, but she couldn't remember her dreams. Quentin also looked well rested. She closed her eyes and when unconsciousness captured her again, she didn't see the boiler room or the burned man with the knives on his fingers.

-X-

2 Years Later…

Nancy lifted her head from her work when she heard the soft knocking on her door. She peered at the wood barrier from her spot at the kitchen table. She decided she was too lazy to go answer it and called, "It's unlocked!"

Opening it slowly, she saw the familiar puppy dog face of her boyfriend peaking in. She smiled at him as he shut it behind him and ran up to meet her. He kissed her and pushed her over gently, sitting next to her on the bench in her kitchen.

"Nancy? Who was at the- Oh hey, Quentin!"

Allison appeared from the hallway of the two bedroom apartment, her blonde hair in a messy ponytail and dressed in sweat pants. She waved at him and picked up her purse from the couch.

"I'm going to the store, wanna come?"

Nancy raised her eyebrows and pointed to the boy seated beside her. Allison just snorted and rolled her eyes when the other girl replied, "Not… really." The blonde nodded, smiled, and made her way out the door.

Nancy picked up her pencil and returned to the paper in front of her. Quentin cleared his throat and looked down at the table. "So, what are you working on?" Nancy just shrugged as she wrote down another sentence, "Just something for one of my classes."

Quentin nodded and wrapped his arm around her. After graduation, Nancy and Quentin both decided to attend Western Michigan University. Kalamazoo was a nice switch from the small town of Springwood, Ohio. Quentin was majoring in journalism and Nancy in psychology.

Allison wasn't attending college, but after being released from Westin Hills, she wanted to get away from Springwood. She followed Nancy and Quentin up to "Kzoo," as they called it, and she shared the apartment with Nancy. Quentin had his own place with one of his guy friends, barely 10 minutes from their own building.

They all had part time jobs, and spending time with each other was pretty difficult with Nancy and Quentin's academic filled schedule, but they tried hard to make it work. Quentin usually stopped by the girls' apartment when he had free time.

Nancy sighed and set her pencil down, her eyes finding Quentin's. She pushed her books and papers away, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You're distracting," she muttered, before her lips found his. He smiled against her mouth and moved his hands down to rest upon her waist.

The best part about it all? They were completely free of their nightmares.