It had been a month since Doctor Mixter was killed, since Father Bryce had disappeared. Tiffany, Glen and Glenda were M.I.A. They, Jake and Devon didn't talk about it much, when they did, they would fight. Lexi wasn't talking to them. They both still blamed him for Nadine. It was going to take some time. But how much time? Chucky could still be out there. He must have said it out loud.

"He's dead, Jake."

"Dr. Mixter. Who killed her?"

"Who cares."

"What about Father Bryce? You suppose we just forget about him?" He asked rhetorically.

"I say good riddance. Maybe that crazy Sister Ruth did it, killed them both. They didn't find her either."

"They didn't find him either."

""Wait..." Devon paused for a moment. "You...don't actually care about him, do you? The guy was a douchebag. Whatever happened to him, he got it coming."

"Don't say that. He changed."

"Chucky doesn't."

"You know what I mean." He rested his forehead on Devon's. But Devon pulled away.

"It's going to take me some time. To get back to where we were."

Nica came into Andy's room. He was lying on the bed. She wheeled over to him.

"How's the leg?"

"It still hurts sometimes."

She nodded, understanding. He pulled back the blanket to reveal his amputated leg.

You should try it in all four limbs. She stopped herself from saying it. This wasn't some kind of contest. They all lost so much to Chucky. She placed her hand, (she had proper prosthetics now, with actual hands) He pulled his away.

"I can't." He held her gaze sternly.

"When are you going to stop looking over your shoulder all the time? He's dead."

"You don't really believe that do you?" Andy eyed her, raising his eyebrow.

Nica let out a huff. "I don't know. But I have this feeling. And I don't know, if it's because he possessed me, that we shared this some kind of connection, but I sense he could still be out there somewhere."

"Learn to trust that feeling. Take it from me. He always finds a way to come back."

One Month ago

The car swerved to avoid the figure as it stumbled down the road. Chucky recognized her immediately. Sister Ruth. He should have run her over, but he had other plans. She could prove to be useful. He opened the passenger door.

"Get in."

"Father Bryce?!"

"Guess again, Sister."

"My Lord." She took a moment and decerned it was the truth. "He is risen, indeed!" She crossed herself before getting in. She smiled, looking from him to the road ahead and whatever he had planned. I will serve thee.

"You know, I was serious about changing your hair. "

"My hair, my Lord? What about piousness? You always speak of vanity."

"Take that damn habit off and let the air cool off your tits. Man is always re-writing what I say. We're going to take care of that. By making them pay. Starting with those little shit head brats."

"But isn't killing..."

"From now on, I write the fuckin rules! As long as it's done in my name. We can't work in mysterious ways if we're recognized."

"What happened to Father Bryce?"

"Let's just say, I'm borrowing him for a while. Don't worry about it."

"Of course, my Lord. Forgive me for questioning thee..."

His neck was starting to itch. He scratched it. "And enough with this Lord, crap. Call me, Charles."