Pam listened to the hospital's cacophony of grating noises, trying to tune them out as she cradled an exhausted, half-asleep Reggie in her arms.

First, she heard the pretty dark-haired nurse filing her long red nails. Then typing at a computer. Then the hospital intercom buzzed.

She tuned it all out.

All she could hear was the overlay of the horrible night they had had in her mind. She was completely depleted of all emotion, just like Reggie.

The rollercoaster of a night was taking its toll on both of their bodies.

Her legs ached from all of the running. Her arm muscles were excruciatingly sore from having to pull frantically at Reggie as the killer was dragging him off the hayloft.

The night kept playing again in her head.

She heard her own panicked screaming and still felt its aftereffects when she swallowed.

She heard the way Reggie had screamed. What got to her was the way that "Reggie the Reckless" had been shaking like a leaf. Something had finally

scared him.

This night could have scared anyone, she thought. It felt like a bad dream, as if it hadn't actually happened. But it did.

All of the patients and her boss were now dead.

She couldn't even care that she was going to have to find a new job. She was just glad that it was finally over.

She couldn't believe it had been Roy Burns under that mask, and she couldn't imagine why either.

The guy hardly said a word and was always nice to the patients every time he drove them out to Pinehurst.

How could anyone have figured he would turn out to be a psychopath?

But maybe it was the quiet ones you have to watch out for.

Something had to have made him snap and she couldn't figure out what it was.

She saw Sheriff Tucker making his way towards her down the hospital corridor.

He walked up to her, a somber and sympathetic expression on his face.

Pam couldn't even move her head to look at him. She stared off into the void, too tired to move an inch. All she could do was gently stroke Reggie as he slept quietly.

Her hair was a frizzy, damp mess and tears stained her cheeks.

"How are you doin'?" Tucker asked.

Pam didn't grant that moronic question an answer.

How did he think we were doing? she thought.

She just stared ahead, softly rubbing Reggie's head.

"Quite a brave kid," Tucker said, gazing down at the sleeping Reggie.

Pam still didn't respond.

Too exhausted to speak.

Then, the Sheriff pulled a leather wallet out and showed it to her.

"We found this on Roy," he said.

As Pam scanned the wallet, she gasped.

A picture of Joey stared back at her.

"The kid that got axed at the woodpile, he must have been Roy's son. God only knows why Roy kept it hidden all these years," the Sheriff explained.

Pam was still too tired to even think too much about it. She looked at the wallet again, and then stared back off into the distance.

"Roy was a real loner from what I heard," Tucker went on. "He never even talked much to the other paramedics,"

Pam listened.

"I guess when Roy got to the scene and saw that it was his son who had been hacked to pieces, he…" his voice trailed off.

He saw the pained expression on her face and in her eyes and decided to stop while he was ahead.

"We also found these," Tucker said, and handed her an old, tattered newspaper clipping.

"Jason Voorhees slain" the headline read.

A picture of an artist's depiction of Jason was underneath it. A young, deformed boy stared back at Pam.

"He must have used the Jason story to cover up his killings," Tucker said.

When he finally realized Pam was in no mood to chat, he stood to his feet and sauntered off down the hallway.

Pam rested her head on the concrete wall.

She took a deep breath, breathing in the stale hospital air.

Anywhere was better than being back at Pinehurst.

Back in that barn fighting for her and Reggie's life.

As she tried to shut her thoughts and the memories of the horrible night away, she started to doze off.

The night of carnage came back to her as she drifted off into the early stages of sleep.

The image of Matt, pinned to the tree like a dead insect on a scientist's corkboard, dried blood caked around his face, his throat slashed, played as if it were playing on a big movie screen in her mind.

Robin, Jake, and Violet. Lying in a bloody pile on Tommy's bed.

George, thrown through a glass door, blood running down his face, his eyes gouged out by someone with inhuman strength.

And then, the hulking hockey-masked figure of Roy Burns lunged at her through a window as she fought for her life. Her hair nearly being ripped at the root from her hair being yanked by his fist in a talon-like grip.

She remembered fighting him with the ax handle, and seeing that gleaming machete headed straight for her head.

As the machete came down, Pam jolted out of her sleep.

Her panic dissuaded when she saw that she was in the hospital, with Reggie sleeping in her lap.

The hallway was strangely dim and empty.

The dark-haired nurse was gone. The security guard at the end of the hall watching the door to Tommy's room was also gone.

She stood to her feet, letting Reggie lay down on the row of uncomfortable plastic chairs.

Where was the hospital staff?

They were nowhere to be found.

She walked down the hallway towards Tommy's room, searching in every room and down every corridor that branched off.

The hospital was deserted.

What the hell? she thought.

She glanced at Tommy's room and swallowed hard. A knot twisted in her gut.

The door was standing wide open.

"Tommy?" she said.

There was only a deafening silence.

As she entered the room, she saw him there, lying in the hospital bed motionless.

His chest moved up and down slowly as he slept. There was the large outline of a bandage across his chest.

As she inched closer to the bed, she heard the sound of thunder outside. She turned back to the door.

Still, there was no sign of the nurse or the security guard.

She came closer.

There was a flash of lightning outside the window.

Tommy's eyes flew open.

"DIE!!" Tommy snarled viciously.

His hand suddenly revealed a long, shining machete.

It plunged into Pam's stomach.

"Nooo!" she let out a hair-raising shriek.

And then, Pam was jolted out of her sleep again and started to panic, but then relaxed when she saw everything was back to normal.

She was sitting in those awful plastic chairs, still cradling Reggie.

The security guard stood like a statue at the end of the hall outside Tommy's room.

The nurse was filing her nails again, and the obnoxious sound came to her, bringing her fully back into reality.

Her breathing relaxed and her muscles stopped contracting.

Everything was okay…she told herself. It was all over.

It had all been a dream.

Just a hellish dream.

She wished she could say that about being attacked by a mass murderer.

All of a sudden, there was the loud shattering of glass.

The security guard and Pam both jerked their heads towards the sound.

It came from Tommy's room.

Pam laid Reggie down on the chairs and ran to Tommy's room, scrambling in behind the security guard.

They both stopped dead in the tracks, flabbergasted.

The window was broken from the inside.

A pile of rumpled sheets lay on the floor.

The bed was empty.

Tommy was gone.