They all think I'm dead. Only a few know I'm not. I was so close to death it took
me two years to recover and when I did recover Martha told me what happened. Ghost
face had come back for a final act; Martha took the tape I made for Sid, Dewy and
Gale before my 'death' to them. Sid now has this LAPD boy toy according to Martha.
Gale and Dewy got engaged, which is great, just wish I could tell them how happy I
am for them. Instead I'm hidden away in New Mexico writing horror movie scripts. I
can't even use my real name. Randall Prescott, what a name to use. I guess I'll
always be that unrequited love slave of Sidney Prescott. Maybe not unrequited, Ghost
face isn't coming back anytime soon, I wonder if Sidney would mind a visit from an
old friend.