Dr. Noah Wyle came out of the room, closing the door slowly behind him. He had a weird expression on his face, and the others guessed that things weren't looking good. "So.. how is he?" Samara croaked, breaking the billowing silence.

"Well Miss Morgan, please allow me to be Frank -"

"Ookay, we didn't ask for your life story doctor," Freddy snapped, "Just tell us how he is!"

Dr. Noah Wyle felt like slapping Freddy but kept calm. "Well, he's under sedation right now. If we hadn't have given him the drugs I'm sure he would have made mincemeat out of us all by now." He sighed, "So, how did this happen again?" He added hastily.

"Umm.."

Everyone suddenly looked really uncomfortable. They all glanced at Nancy and shrugged. "Um, he was flying towards me when he.. had his accident. Freddy and I were.. having an arguement and he just swooped in on me and then -" She smiled at Tiffany, "- Tiffany saved me."

Tiffany shrugged and rolled her eyes, frowning.

Dr.Noah Wyle turned to Tiffany. "So, I understand that this is hard for you at the moment, Mrs Ray. But uh -" He drew breath, "- Could I possibly come to the funeral?"

Tiffany sighed at him. "Of course, Mister Wyle. You may come to the funeral." She replied.

Dr. Noah nodded, "Of course. Well, you should all get some rest now. I'm sure it's been a very long day for you," He started to turn away but stopped, "Oh! And the Creeper is currently suffering from very bad amnesia 'sp?' but we should have that sorted out soon."

Samara burst into tears. Nobody could really make out what she was saying, but Freddy thought he heard her sobbing something about: "So young, so valiant.." before they all got up to leave the ER. He looked round at Tiffany, who seemed to be handling Chucky's unfortunate death really well. Glen had been in touch and was on his way over.

"Well, let's go home," Samara sniffed as Michael put his arm around her, "Tiff, I'm sorry about Chucky." She paused, "I know how much you loved him," And there was a severe look in her eyes. Tiffany suddenly remembered that she'd told Samara that she was in love with Freddy. Omg..

So the whole gang trooped out of the hospital and went home. Everyone was really down about what had happened. Samara tried to heighten their spirits by baking french cookies, but nobody was really that hungry. Jason and Candyman played chess for awhile but found that they didn't really have the energy. Michael sat alone in the corner facing the wall, while Freddy sat in his favourite armchair not saying a word. Nancy had tried to console with him but found that it was no use, so she was talking to Samara instead. Tiffany sat alone also, but her eyes were fixed on Freddy.

"Listen guys, we have to do something," Samara said after a long while, "There's funeral preperations to be made here!"

"Yeah, but Tiff's in charge of that, right?" Candyman mumbled, then yelled, "Checkmate!" In Jason's face.

"Samara's right, guys, we have to be strong," Nancy agreed, clasping her hands together, "Especially for Tiffany's sake."

"Forget my sake," Tiffany mumbled, then she had an idea. "Oh, Chucky's gone, whatever will I do?" She began to sob, hoping that Freddy would look over and feel sorry for her, but he didn't. Well, who could blame him? His best friend had just been murdered by some Ghostyman. Wouldn't YOU be upset? Hm?

Well anyway, Tiffany gave up but soon found Samara and Nancy hugging her. "If there's anything you need, we'll be here for you," Nancy was saying, almost in tears herself.

"Yeah, it's okay Tiff, we're gonna be right by your side," Samara said, her voice breaking.

Tiffany sat up, deep in thought. "But who was that Ghostface?" She wondered aloud.

Nancy and Samara sat up, exchanging worried glances with eachother. "Well.. did Chucky have any enemies? You know, people who hated and despised him?" Samara enquired.

"Yeah, loads of them," Tiffany mumbled, rolling her eyes.

"Well, let's look at the suspects! There's Glen, the obvious son," Candyman piped up suddenly, "And what about those teens you almost killed in Bride of Chucky? You know, they might have wanted revenge! Oh wait, I've got it!" He paused and nodded, "Jennifer Tilly."

"Oh, please!" Nancy exclaimed, folding her arms, "Why would GLEN murder Chucky? And I'm not even going to dignify the Jennifer Tilly theory with an answer!"

"Oh come on, Glen's always had a.. strange relationship with his father," Candyman said, "Maybe he just got sick of never being the centre of attention in Seed of Chucky?"

"Oh, yeah, right," Nancy snorted.

"Well, what about you? You're not exactly a heroess or whatever! Your performance in A Nightmare On Elm Street 1 was so bad that I almost threw up!" Candyman retorted back at her.

"Oh yeah? Well Candyman 3 wasn't exactly a picnic for me either!" Nancy yelled at him, "And that hook? Can you say Peter Pan rip-off?"

Nancy and Candyman began to quarrel but Samara broke it up, "All right already!" She glared in both of their directions, "Okay. I'm tired of this. Let's just go to bed and figure this out in the morning. And CM?" She looked at Candyman and sighed, "It was kind of a Peter Pan rip off you had going there."

By the time everyone had retired to their rooms it was way past midnight. Little did they all know, though, was that Ghostyface was awake and right outside one of their bedroom windows! Which one, though?