"California Women's Crisis Center, this is Sidney, how can I- - Mark?! I can't believe you. Stop calling me at work," she sniffled. This wasn't the first time he'd called today. And each time he came up with more and more hurtful things to say to her. She tried to take his words with a grain of salt, but he knew her too well. He knew just which wounds to dig up and pour salt over. She slammed down the receiver, "Fucker!"

He made her miserable, and she was quickly beginning to wish she never met him. He was her last link to the old Sidney, the victim. Everyone else was gone or had moved on. Her father remained in Woodsboro, remarried, with a little one on the way. Gale and Dewey were in Woodsboro too with twins already pulling at their arms and pushing aside their memories of the murders. Tatum, Hallie, and Derek were gone. And Randy, he was gone too. Randy, formerly her perpetual "what if", (What if she'd given him a chance? What if she dated him in high school instead of Billy?). Even his memory no longer haunted her. She quickly realized that dumping Kincaid was the best thing she could have done, and was willing to put up with his temporary harassment if it meant that in time, he too would be just a memory.

She wiped her tears, and took her lunch break, not noticing Alton following close behind her. He followed her into the lounge and sat across from her, "Are you alright Sidney?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered, a smile replacing her tears, "Really, I'm fine."

"Well"He ventured, "Who was that on the phone? Your ex-boyfriend?"

"Yeah," She laughed bitterly, "Keyword ex. Ex, ex, ex."

"I see."

Alton got quiet, and Sidney took a good look at him. He reminded her so much of someone, but she couldn't put her finger on who. He was 22 and still had quite the baby face, and one could look into his blue eyes and only imagine the number and the depth he held behind them. He was a dreamer. And what drew her most to him was his sarcastic sense of humor. He was very much like the non-murderous sibling she'd always wanted growing up.

And the it hit her. Randy. He reminded her of Randy. And as he nervously bit at his fingernails across from her, Sidney got the sinking feeling that he was about to prove just how Randy-like he could be.

"Sid, what do you think about me and you going out to dinner sometime?"

Just. Freaking. Like him. She didn't want to hurt her mini Randy or Randy-2, but at the same, she just didn't want to go to that place again either. So she just laid out the truth, "Alton, you're a really great guy and all, but you're just not my type."