Sitting at the police station, Sidney's eyes were fixed upon the beige wall. The only sign of any movement was her foot incessantly tapping against the leg of Dewey's desk. Kirby had also been reduced to silence. Sometimes, when Sidney glanced over at her, she would watch Kirby's mouth slacken as if ready to speak, yet no words came out.

Judy was dead.

Sidney hadn't been close to Judy. In fact, she had been faintly embarrassed when the woman had confronted her on the landing of Kate and Jill's house. When Judy had asked Sidney if she remembered her and she'd not been able to confirm that she did, Sidney recalled feeling uncomfortable. Part of her actually questioned as to whether Judy knew more than she'd let on – or even if she'd been directly involved with the murders herself. Of course, when it was revealed that Jill and Charlie had been behind the mask, Sidney had felt a sense of guilt. Now Judy was dead, Sidney felt ashamed that she could have ever doubted her.

Months… no, years' worth of therapy told her that this wasn't her fault. And even though Sidney didn't see herself as a victim, she could admit that she was more than entitled to have trust issues after what she had been through. Boyfriends, friends…relatives all had their turn in trying to quite literally stab her in the back.

Dewey walked into the office at some point; Sidney hadn't noticed when he first entered. Now, he sat at his chair looking like a defeated man. Amongst all the chaos, it was quite easy for Sidney to forget that she wasn't the only person to have lost someone in all the murders. Dewey had lost his sister, his mother and Jennifer. He had watched his wife get stabbed and had undertaken life-changing injuries. And now he was sitting there having lost his first deputy- and it was all inadvertently because of her.

"Do you know anything?" Sidney asked him eventually, her voice dry and cracked from nearly an hour-long silence, a glass of water stood neglected and untouched on the desk.

Dewey slowly shook his head and rubbed his face. It was like he had aged thirty years in the space of a few hours.

"We…checked her call history. Her phone was still in the car. She received a call from me, but my name was listed under two different numbers."

"But why would somebody use your name?" Kirby asked, seeming to finally find her voice.

"I don't know, a weak attempt to frame me maybe? It's been done before."

"Or maybe because whoever did this knew that if she saw it was you calling, she'd make sure to answer." Sidney offered up. It wasn't difficult to see just how much Judy had looked up to him. She remembered Gale muttering about Judy's school-girl crush on him, but from what Sidney had seen, there was nothing there but the deepest level of respect and admiration for her superior. But Dewey connected her to Sidney- albeit loosely- which meant that her life was threatened in the crossfire.

"But surely it would have to be someone who was able to get hold of her phone. It's not exactly something people just leave around anymore."

"Not necessarily." Kirby interjected swiftly, appearing grateful to be of some use instead of just clinging on to whatever experience the others had. "People hack into phones all the time. Once a bug gets into the system, a hacker can get a hold of any information- even contacts under different names."

"How much do you know about that? It could be really useful." Sidney told her.

Kirby shrugged her shoulders. "Charlie mentioned it around the time the murders started happening. Go figure." She rolled her eyes. "He spoke about how the killer could easily manipulate people's phones so that they were forced to watch whatever was being streamed." She shrugged again despairingly. "I just figured if you could do all that, inputting a phone number would be easy in comparison."

Dewey sighed. "So actually, this doesn't bring us any closer to a range of suspects." That was really the only thing they had to go off right now. Prints didn't show anything obvious and there was no DNA left at the scene. Whoever had done this clearly knew what they were doing and had made sure not to leave a trace.

"How is officer Burke?" Kirby asked. "Will he be okay?"

"Off-duty for a few days. He went off after a noise was heard. Says he heard the cracking of twigs behind him. Doesn't remember much else. Looks like he was hit in the head with something pretty hard."

"But he's going to be okay, right?"

"A mild concussion, luckily."

"Luckily." Sidney repeated in a quiet murmur, glancing at Dewey. Kirby wasn't stupid though; she knew what Sidney was getting at.

"You think he's involved?" she asked curiously.

Rubbing the back of her neck, like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders, it was Sidney's turn to shrug this time. "One thing you learn about survival, Kirby, is that you think everybody did it until you actually find out."

"We'll be talking to Adam tomorrow to see if anything has changed. Obviously with a blow to the head he's a little confused." Dewey told them. "Couldn't get much out of the poor kid anyway. After I'd told him about Hicks, he was crying so much that I could barely understand a word he said. Blames himself."

"Why?" Sidney glanced up again sharply.

"Well from what I gather, Hicks had offered to go and check out the noise after Adam had heard it. He said he'd go because she was better keeping an eye on you two. Guess he thinks that if he'd let her go, she'd be the one with the concussion and he'd be the one bled out."

"But that's not how this works… it's not just a free for all, right? The killer would have inputted your name into her phone deliberately…wouldn't he?" Kirby asked.

"Yeah, we took Adam's phone as a precaution but it's clean. No double numbers, no suspicious calls. Nothing." Dewey answered

Sidney nodded. It was a habit she had quickly developed, thinking the worst of people. However, that sort of habit had also ensured her survival.

"You're both welcome to stay at our house tonight." Dewey offered. "In fact, Gale and I both insist on it whilst they're investigating at your house, Sid."

"I don't know if I can go back there." Kirby said quietly, blinking back tears. She'd never watched anyone physically killed right in front of her. It was worse than any horror movie could have ever prepared her for.

"To be quite honest, with this psycho still on the loose, I'd rather you both weren't staying there. It's too secluded and there's too many places for someone to hide." Dewey admitted.

"Well, what about my house?" Kirby asked. "It's familiar and the only people I've every invited in are dead. It means there's some leverage, right? Plus, it's closer to the town and way more accessible."

Sidney was silently thankful that Kirby had come up with that suggestion. It made sense that they'd be safer and that's what really mattered.

"If that works for you both, then it's something I'm agreeable to. But I need more police protection on you, so for tonight I'd feel a lot better if you stayed with us."

Reluctantly, Sidney agreed. She was just about to thank Dewey when a faint buzzing echoed around the room. Reaching into her jacket pocket, she pulled out her phone. Her brow furrowed as she glanced at the caller ID.

"Is it the killer?" Kirby asked, automatically on edge as she noted Sidney's half-confused, half-fearful expression.

"It's saying it's you, Kirby." Sidney said quietly.

"But that's impossible. My phone is right here." Kirby reached into her own pocket and pulled the phone out to prove it. "That's not my number."

Jerking into action, Dewey flew to the door and called out "I need a recorder and a tracker in here now!"

Pressing the green button to accept the call, Sidney pressed the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" It was probably foolish of her to hope she would hear another voice that wasn't the one she was expecting.

"Hello, Sidney."

No matter how many times she'd heard that voice, it turned her blood to ice. That same voice made her feel alone, no matter how many people there were in the room with her.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

"You sick fuck." Sidney snarled, anger boiling over.

"Now now, where are your manners? I take the time to come and find you after so many years…" The voice trailed off menacingly.

Sidney glanced at Dewey who motioned for her to continue, a frustrated look on his face as he waited for the correct equipment.

"You think you're doing something original? Something special?" Sidney asked, feeling the familiar hold of white-hot rage seep through her. "I've been through this shit four fucking times now!" She was trying to keep a level head and not let anger rule her mouth. She didn't want to make a stupid mistake, but it was difficult to contain her rage.

"Ah, but there's something that makes this extra special."

"And what's that?"

"You don't get to find that out until much much later. I don't want to spoil the big reveal."

"I don't want to play your games!" Sidney interjected quickly, her grip tight around the phone.

"Well you have no fucking choice, do you?!" Whoever was behind that manipulator had briefly lost their temper with her in return. The heavy breathing was just as sinister as hearing whoever was calling speak. Then, a small chuckle erupted from the speaker.

"But seeing as you asked so nicely, I suppose I can give you a hint." The voice was mocking now, toying with her fear and anxiety. "To find me you're going to have to look back at your past and present."

Sidney scoffed, the anger sweeping through her once more. "Who are you, Charles fucking Dickens? You're no different to any of the others. But don't forget I killed them. I'm still here."

The voice laughed again, harshly now.

"For now. But when I'm through with you, you'll have no future."

The small vibration from her phone told her that whoever had called had hung up.

"Shit." Sidney cursed, slamming her phone onto her lap as two officers came practically sprinting through with a recorder and tracker system.

"Sorry boss…we had to find a tape and then unplug everything an-" Dewey cut them off.

"It's done now. Take it back."

The two men looked exceptionally sheepish and headed back out with the equipment again.

"What did he say?" Kirby asked her.

"The usual." Sidney glanced across at her and Dewey. "Are we alright to leave now?"

"Sure. Officer Bradshaw and Thornton will drive you back and stay on patrol. I still have some stuff to clear up here, but Gale will be waiting up for you both."

Sidney nodded. She supposed that she must have looked quite cold and stoic. Inside though? Inside her thoughts were running at a million miles an hour and she could barely concentrate on one before the next one passed.

"Whoever this is… they're involved in my past." Sidney told Dewey. "That's what he said."

Dewey paused for a moment, deep in thought. He looked stuck, like he didn't know exactly what to do next.

"We need some help with this. I'm going to call around and see what I can find. Who I can find." It was a mammoth task, and he didn't know where to begin.

Dewey had never exactly been the hero who swept in and saved the day, but he had always been an almost constant reassurance to Sidney that everything would be okay. Seeing Dewey so lost and vulnerable really struck fear into her.

As she and Kirby prepared to leave, Dewey reached out and grabbed Sidney by the hand. "We'll fix this, Sid. Just like we did before, we'll find whoever it is… or they are." He told her, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

"At what cost this time Dewey?" Sidney asked quietly, her head hung for a moment before she gave him a small smile, a squeeze back and left him to work in his office.