When Sidney awoke, she was lying on her bed in a cold sweat.

It was okay. She'd been having a dream again. Exhaling deeply, she headed towards the kitchen to get some water, wiping her brow as she went. As she entered the room, her blood froze in her veins, and her heart stopped...

"Sid...please...don't faint again okay?"

"Oh my God..."

"Please! Sid!"

The voice trailed after her as she ran to her room and grabbed the gun.

"STAY BACK."

"Sid...I don't want to hurt you..."

"DON'T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME!" Sidney screamed, the gun still aimed.

Then everything went black.

She opened her eyes slowly... There was a throbbing in her head, and she could see white dots all over the place. Sidney went to reach up to her head, but realized her arms were restrained behind her back. Then she saw him, and knew this wasn't a dream...

"Please..." he whispered, in a pleading voice, "Let me explain."

Sidney laughed loudly. She couldn't deal with this... It was too... She just couldn't.

"Sid." he said, "I'm going to explain everything to you."

Sitting in a chair across from her, in a baggy pair of jeans and a black jumper, was Stu Marker. He looked tired and had lost weight, so his cheekbones jutted out of his face. He had scars across his forehead and cheeks. His brown hair was a little longer, and his eyes were still as they had been two years ago; dancing with life. But there was a vibe... a feeling that he had been through something terrible and had paid.

"You're dead..." was all Sidney could say. Anything else and her voice caught in her throat.

"No Sid." he said quietly, "I'm not..."

Sidney struggled at her restraints again, "Why am I tied up? What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to explain." said Stu in a calm voice, "I'm going to explain to you about...what happened."

"I was there Stu!" Sidney shouted, "I was right there when it happened, so I don't know what you've got to explain. And I don't know why you're here... Stu, I can't..."

"Just hear me out, okay? Please Sid..."

Sidney stared at him. She didn't understand, that was for sure. Maybe she did want to hear what Stu had to say... But part of her knew she couldn't take anymore...that she couldn't handle what Stu had to say, and it might just be too much for her. Then again...

"Okay." she said, trying to sound as steady as possible, "If you untie me, then I'll listen to whatever you have to say."

Stu looked at her, then shook his head, "No. You have to be tied up. That was part of the plan..."

"WHAT? STU GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE NOW."

"No, Sid... It's nothing like that, I swear. I swear on my parents' lives..."

"You probably killed them already." said Sidney coldly.

Stu began to cry. Sidney's eyes widened in shock.

"I haven't seen my parents in two years! They think I'm fucking dead! Do you know how that feels?"

Sidney looked at him, "I know what it's like not to be able to talk to your parents. I can never talk to my mom again because of what you and Billy did. So don't you fucking tell me about pain, Stu, because your mom didn't get murdered by two psychotic assholes."

The two sat in stunned silence.

"I'm sorry." said Stu finally, "I'm sorry for everything, Sid."

"Just start explaining..." said Sidney, "That is if you have anything to explain, and this isn't just another elaborate plot to kill me, and Billy's about to jump out of a closet and stab me to death."

Stu realized how much she'd changed. That night, she'd been a scared little girl, wanting to understand, not understanding, fighting for her life, terrified by everything... Now she sat here as a grown woman, making jokes about it all. The second set of killings must have hardened her or something... and from what Stu had heard, had been down to Billy's mom and a guy named Mickey. He wished he could have his old Sid back...the Sid that got upset when he talked about gutting people... the Sid that would smile up at him when he gave her a flower... the Sid that –

"Okay." Stu breathed in, "I'll start from the beginning."

"Good choice." said Sid sarcastically.

"Well...when Billy decided to...kill your mom and frame Cotton, I went along with it because Billy said he'd kill me if I didn't."

"Ohh, original Stu! Guess Billy really was the brain behind it all, and you were just his side-kick."

"Yeah...that's how it was..." he murmured, "I wanted to tell someone...but then I thought he was just kidding around with me. Then when he murdered your mom, I realized that he wasn't, and I was so scared. He told me about the next stage of his plan...to kill everyone in a year's time...to create his own horror movie. He said I could be The Second Killer or Stu...the g-guy that gets gutted and hung from the g-goalposts of the football f-field..."

Stu buried his head in his hands.

"So you left that for Himbry?" said Sidney.

"I didn't want to die." said Stu.

"Well nor did anyone that ended up being murdered by you or Billy!" said Sidney. It was hard to listen to this... Stu was being pathetic, trying to blame Billy for everything when he had killed people too, "So who did you actually kill?"

"I killed the camera man..."

"And Billy killed everyone else?" said Sidney disbelievingly.

"Casey, Steve, Himbry...and...and T-Tatum." whispered Stu.

"So then what?" asked Sidney, getting angry, her head clearing more, "I pushed a god damn TV on your head Stu!"

"Yeah, and I have the scars..." he said, pointing to his face, "And the scars Billy gave me..."

"What happened afterwards? Where did you go?" she asked, "Just tell me because I'm getting really bored, and if you haven't noticed, I'm still tied up."

"Okay, okay..." said Stu, "Well...after you, Randy and Gale went to call the cops, I pushed the TV off my face –" He shuddered slightly, "Then I ran. I ran away from Woodsboro... I didn't know where I was going... I didn't care. I just knew I had to get away. So I got to the next town, Capeside, and I checked into the hospital under a different name, Michael Strode –"

Sidney snorted.

"It was the first thing that came to my mind...anyway, when I got discharged, I got a job waiting tables, and was able to get a place there... I pieced my life back together slowly. I saved up money to come to see you, when you were at college."

"You did?"

Stu nodded. "I wanted to explain to you as soon as I could... It took a while to get the money together, but I did. I came to Windsor College and...I met Randy."

"YOU MET RANDY?!"

"Yeah. I told him what I'm telling you and that I had an idea someone would try to duplicate the Woodsboro murders. With all the hype about it...the book, the film and shit...I knew some psycho out there, just like Billy, would think it a good idea. Just never guessed they would team up with Billy's mom though. So after speaking to Randy, we decided it would be a good idea for him to get taken out of the picture. We knew you wouldn't be killed, because the main character is never killed, and we knew Dewey and Gale would be safe, because there has to be some sex in a horror film, and Randy knew it wouldn't be you and Derek...err..."

"Yeah, right...move on."

"So Randy would be a prime target, as he had no real position. He couldn't play the pining best friend again, so we faked his death."

Sidney sat gaping. The information was being squeezed into her brain so slowly. Tears began to pour from her eyes.

"Randy's alive?"