Previously:

Jason shook his head, clearing the memories away as he prepared to move in for the kill, when his mother's voice interrupted him.

"Let's wait, sweetheart. I want to see what she's doing."

Jason understood his mother's curiosity as it matched his own and he retreated when the girl had climbed into the truck. As he silently walked through the woods, he couldn't shake the feeling that the girl was familiar to him but most of his memories were long forgotten.

All the while, Emma slept, completely unaware of the fate she had avoided.

Now:

The soft light of dawn woke Emma, she stretched her aching body wearily as she slid from the truck. Despite being small, sleeping in the cramped space left her knees aching. She spent most of the morning building a rigging system from the roof beams but the nearby oaks were tall and old. She'd just finished nailing the last of the felt into place before she prepared the waterproof stain for the roof boards and cut the new guttering down to size. Despite being nearly 28, Emma was still as energetic as she was as a teenager and she could swing herself up and down from the roof with ease. By the time she broke for lunch, the cabin had been repaired and her order of furniture had arrived from town. The driver refuses to drive past the entrance sign, leaving Emma to load the furniture a few pieces of time into her own truck and drive them to the cabin.

Pulling up Emma realised she wouldn't be able to get the heavy wooden furniture into the cabin alone, the driver had helped her load them into the bed of her truck each time she returned for a new load before speeding away when the last piece slid into her truck bed. Emma had enough trouble getting the furniture off the truck alone, a dresser almost crushed her foot when she lost her grip momentarily on it. Emma rested her head against the steering wheel as she contemplated what to do. She'd hoped to sleep in the cabin tonight as rain was forecast but she knew no one in town would approach the camp even in the day. She ran a hand through her hair as unexpected tears filled her eyes. Stepping out of the truck, she slammed the door behind her as she stomped down towards the crumbling jetty overlooking the lake.

Stepping quickly through the trees, Emma gazed at the setting sun burning golden over the lake. She quietly slipped off her shoes and dangled her feet into the lukewarm water of the lake as she contemplated what to do. The weather report had forecast rain for the night so she could sleep in the truck but she didn't have enough sheeting to cover all the furniture and the rain might last for days. Feeling more tired than she had in days, Emma sighed and watched as the sun burnt gold across the lake.

Jason watched the strange girl from the cover of the trees, close enough the see the little ripples her feet made in the water, but well hidden and still among the old oak trees. Jason heard the girl sigh and her shoulders slumped and began shaking. At first Jason thought she was cold but there wasn't much of a breeze around the lake at this time of year and the day had been pleasantly warm. He tilted his head confused.

"Jason, sweety, she's crying."

Hearing mother's voice in his head made the girl's action make sense to Jason. She was sad, but Jason wondered why. She'd seemed happy the day before rebuilding the cabin. Jason's thoughts spun in circles when the feeling that the girl was familiar returned.

"I know… baby. I think I know where she's from… but I can't be sure yet."

That confused Jason, Mother was keeping something from him.

"I'm not keeping it from you… I'm just not quite sure if I'm right."

But mother had never been wrong before.

She wasn't doing anything bad like the other boys and girls, so Jason stood and watched her watching the sunset.

"Jason… I need you to get closer…" mother whispered.

Jason jolted, all they did was run and scream when he was close.

"I know… I know… but I need to see her eyes."

Jason didn't question mother, but he did kick his boot against a fallen log to warn the girl of his approach so he didn't scare her too much, mother didn't want that he thought.

Emma had been lost in her thoughts when the memories of Jason crept up on her. He'd been her first friend and she'd tried desperately to save him. She remember lying against that still, silent chest, willing her friend back to life, pressing desperate kisses to his cheeks, eyes, mouth as she wept. She remembers Pam pressing her wet face into Emma's wetter hair and the wept for the boy they both loved so fiercely. When she heard of Pam's rampage across the camp years later, Emma would smile. She knew Pam had died at the lake, but dead didn't mean gone to Emma, spirits could linger for centuries after their death and she felt Pam here so strongly. Jason too.

In her mind's eye, Emma saw Pam balancing a stack of pancakes in one hand and a pitcher of OJ in the other as she called Jason and her down to the jetty for breakfast as they watched the sun rise above the trees, showering the lake in gold.

In another memories, she watched herself chasing Jason down the little stretch of beach at sunrise, tackling him to ground, pressing her fingers into his ribs as he laughed so quietly.

In another, she felt Jason's little arms slipping around her waist, his face pressed into her back as the sun set.

Each one filled Emma with warmth but brought fresh tears to her eyes.

"Jason…"

The girl didn't hear the noise Jason made and he inched his way toward her at his mother's urging but froze when he heard the girl say his name.

"Jason…"

This close, Jason could hear the girl sniffing and knew before mother told him, that the girl was crying again. He was about to retreat when she began to speak, she was speaking out towards the lake and he was sure she didn't know he was here.

"Jason…" she laughed a little. "…I thought being here would let me be closer to you but I feel you and Pam so strongly here it's like you never left… never left me…"

Jason turned to face the girl once more, even his mother was silent listening to her words.

"You know… the day you died haunts me still… every time I close my eyes at night, I can see you… cold, wet and so utterly still…"

The sense of familiarity grew in Jason and mother hushed him.

"… I remember so much… diving into the lake when I realised, they'd pushed you in… swimming as hard as I could to get to you… you were already under by then… you were so heavy Jason, so heavy…I got you out but… I'm sorry…"

The girl burst into fresh sobs and realisation burst into Jason's mind.

"Emma…" he and mother thought at the same time.

Emma, his friend, his first love.

Lovely, beautiful Emma was here.

Here.

Crying for him.

Him.

Jason swallowed his fear and anxiety as he approached Emma.

Emma had never run for him, even before.

The jetty creaked loudly the second he stepped on it and Jason froze again as Emma swung round, locking her violet eyes on him.

The same eyes he and his mother both remembered looking at them both with such love and tenderness.

"Jason…" she whispered.