Woooo I am so bad at updating things consistently I'm so sorry :D

I'm gonna be honest I have no idea where this story's going. Let's find out together, shall we?

"So he's… He's definitely back, then? You know for sure, now?" Cammie worriedly asked over the phone, shooting a nervous glance at her roommate on the other end of the room as she spoke. Luckily, the other girl was too busy doing calculus homework on her bed to pay attention to Cammie's side of the conversation.

"Yes. Finn and Stacy even saw him for a moment. We figure we have a little less than a week until…" Sid hesitated, looking over at Becca, almost hoping for a suggestion. "Until bad things start happening."

"Why, what's in less than a week?" Cammie asked, gazing over at the calendar on her wall.

Her blood ran cold. "Oh, The thirteenth." She weakly confirmed.

"Yeah." Sid frowned.

"Why now?" she sighed. "It's been… It's been at least ten years, right?"

"Just about, yeah." Siddeley agreed solemnly.

"Sounds like a pretty crazy birthday party you're planning over there," Cammie's roommate, Carmella, spoke up from across the room, startling Cammie.

"Haha, yeah," She agreed with a faux smile. "Um, I'm gonna step out to get some air."

"Yeah, that's fine." Carmella agreed, not looking up from her math. "The quiet'll be nice."

"Alright." Cammie forced another smile, then left her dorm room. She didn't really know where she was going, she just wanted somewhere quiet to talk to Sid.

She walked for about a minute until she was convinced the hallway was deserted. Glancing a few doors down, she spotted a sock on the doorknob a few doors away, and tried her best to ignore noises coming from down there as she put her phone back to her ear.

"Sorry, Sid. I just… Didn't want my roommate to hear."

"It's alright, Cam. This… Is a lot to take in."

Cammie hesitated for a solid thirty seconds before speaking again. "I want to fly out there."

"What?" was Sid's immediate response. "Cammie, you cannot fly out here! You're on the other side of the country, you're busy with school—most importantly, you're safe! He's over here, remember?"

"He's everywhere for me!" Cammie reminded him in an exasperated whisper. "These dreams have been getting worse, and now he's made contact with you guys?! Do you expect me to just ignore this, Sid?!"

Siddeley was quiet for a moment. "I don't want you coming out here. I think it would be best for you to stay and focus on school."

"Would you be able to?" Cammie snapped. "If you were here, being haunted by him, would you be able to stay put and do your homework like a good little boy if you knew I was in danger across the country?"

Siddeley didn't say anything. He knew the answer, of course, but just because he wouldn't be taking his own lecture to heart didn't mean he wanted to give Cammie the satisfaction of knowing she was right.

He just wanted what was best for her. Surely she was safer in Virginia. Surely.

But as much as Siddeley hated to admit it, she made excellent points.

"Fine. Fine, you…" Sid sighed and ran a hand through his hair—which he swore was starting to go gray. "I don't want you coming right away, though." He warned. "The closer we get to the thirteenth… If something worse happens, I'll call you as soon as I can and you can hop on a plane. But not until then. Got it?"

Cammie rolled her eyes. "Yes, Dad." She said before realizing her mistake.

Siddeley froze. "Just…" he finally spoke. "Just try to focus on school for now, okay? This is already your second time going back."

Cammie hated when Sid brought up that this was her second time in college. It wasn't that she dropped out or flunked or anything, she just… Had no interest in what she initially went to school for. After some last minute decision-making not long before she was ready to graduate her first major, she managed to enroll into another school relatively close to home, to study her real passion—aviation.

"I will." Cammie promised, though unhappily.

"I love you, Cam." Sid sighed, sitting down for the first time in a few hours.

"I love you too, Sid. Please don't keep me in the dark." She pleaded.

"I won't. I promise." Sid reassured, then hung up.

Cammie sighed as she stared at her phone's home screen. She glanced at the time. Curfew wasn't for a few hours yet, so she had some time to wander around with her thoughts. After a moment of contemplating, she decided to take the twenty minute drive to the seashore.

She had made a habit of driving to the Virginia shoreline when she needed somewhere peaceful to think or study. From the dock she frequented, there was a great view of the ocean, and on a clear day, you could see the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel, which connected Virginia to the weird little foot hanging off the almost island that was half Maryland and half Delaware, but still technically fit into Virginia's borders, despite being separated by a small stretch of ocean.

That bridge kind of terrified Cammie, and she made a mental note upon her first time seeing it to never drive across it unless it was absolutely necessary. Which, she supposed, was a bit strange since she didn't have a problem flying over open ocean, and when she thought about it, she couldn't really decide which was more trustworthy: a bridge or a plane.

Then she remembered the whole reason this had popped into her head in the first place was probably because she was an exhausted college student that was mostly caffeine and ramen at this point, and decided not to think about it too much about it, realizing she probably wouldn't have had the sorry excuse for a philosophical dilemma had she been running on a full eight hours of sleep.

No matter how hard Cammie tried, the ocean waves underneath the rapidly approaching night sky chasing after the sunset behind her wouldn't clear her mind of her troubling thoughts.

She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, and she pulled it out and glanced down at the screen. It was a text from Siddeley.

"Calling him Sigma Sid now, huh…?" She murmured to herself. "I guess it is a better fit…"

After more unsuccessful attempts at trying to better organize her thoughts, she stood and went to find her car to return to campus.

"Oh, shit," she breathed upon seeing her car clock. It was less than half an hour until curfew. "Am I gonna have enough time to get back to my room?" she murmured as she changed gears and sped away.

After finding a parking spot and rushing towards the dorm buildings, Cammie decided it would probably be best to make her way back to her room stealthily, as to not run into anyone on the way back and make herself late. Why did I spend so much time at the dock…? She mentally groaned.

Almost there! She thought to herself. Just another corner and a flight of stairs and I'm home fr—

"Cammie?"

Cammie froze and slowly turned her head to see her boyfriend.

"Miles!" she exclaimed, surprised. "I—uh—you—I've gotta—I'm running—I've gotta get back to my dorm. Soon. Now. Kinda now."

"Cam, calm down." Miles calmly stepped towards her and put his hands on her shoulders. "What's wrong?"

"Wrong?" Cammie echoed, forcing a grin. "Wrong? Nothing's wrong! I'm just late to get back to my dorm before curfew is all, so I'm super flustered about—"

"No, it's something else. I can tell."

Cammie's stomach sank. There was no way she could bring herself to explain the whole Stalker Sidde—I mean, Sigma Siddeley situation to him. If by some insane circumstance he believed her, he'd most likely leave her for fear for his well-being, get hurt somehow, or accuse her of being completely crazy and leave. Either way, she's sans a boyfriend.

"I…" was all she managed to croak out. Her frame visibly slouched as she accepted defeat. "I… Can't tell you…" she whispered.

"Cammie, you can tell me anything." He gently urged.

"I can't!"

Miles looked taken aback, and Cammie looked around startled, realizing she was a bit too loud. "I can't…" she repeated, quieter.

"Why not?" Miles asked in a hushed voice. "Do you… Do you not trust me?" He cocked his head to the side like a hurt puppy.

"It's not that." Cammie shook her head. "It's… A family thing. Problem. Uh." She was running out of excuses fast. "It's…"

Cammie didn't know what else to say. Realizing how trapped she was until Sid called her with an update and how incredibly tired she was, she couldn't help it when tears started overflowing and spilling down her face.

"Cammie?" Miles asked, startled. "Hey, what's—? Cammie!"

Miles pulled Cammie into a hug as she tried not to sob. "I can't do anything, Miles." She whimpered. "I'm so damn powerless, I—I—I can't… I can't do anything to he—he—help… I ca—n't do… Anything…"

"Shh…" Miles whispered, stroking her hair. "That's not true. It's okay. It's okay…"

The couple stood there, Miles holding Cammie close and stroking her hair while Cammie cried into his chest, curfew be damned.

This entire chapter wasn't originally going to be focused on Cammie, but oh well. It sorta got away from me but I'm glad how it ended up turning out.

Yo, over on my deviantart, (Stacky422) I tried to create a fake anime screenshot of the scene from chapter 4 where Finn and Stacy spot Stalker Sid chillin during the storm. Yeah you remember the one. If not you should go check it out I'm pretty proud of it