Disclaimer: I do not own 'Scream'.

"I-I-I watched him for fifteen years, sitting in a room, staring at a wall, not seeing the wall, looking past the wall- looking at this night, inhumanly patient, waiting for some secret, silent alarm to trigger him off. Death has come to your little town, Sheriff. Now you can ignore it, or you can help me to stop it."

Dr. Sam Loomis, Halloween(1978)

"Hey, Cat. Have you seen Tatum?"

I looked up in surprise as Sid spoke to me, eyes glimmering in annoyance at Tatum's disappearance.

God, if only she knew.

Randy and I had just exited the kitchen, hand and hand. We were headed back to the living room to watch 'Halloween' and then we would leave.

Somehow, I doubted that.

"Uh…no. Not since earlier." I shrugged apologetically, feeling horrible for not coming clean right then and there.

And then I heard a little "Boo!" from the open front door where people had been rapidly exiting.

I yelped, whipping my hand from Randy's and turning to face the doorway, just as Billy appeared, making Stu, who was standing by the door, grin widely.

"Jesus Billy, you scared me." Sidney said from behind me.

I scowled , crossing my arms over my chest.

"Dude, whate are you doing here?" Stu asked with a not-so-subtle wink in Billy's direction.

"I was hoping Sid and I could talk." Billy said with a meaningful look towards Sid.

"If Tatum sees you she'll draw blood." Sidney said jokingly.

I frowned at that. Tatum….poor Tatum.

"You guys can go up to my parents to talk and…whatever." Stu said, clasping his hands together and still grinning widely.

"Subtlety Stu. Look it up."

I couldn't help but sneer at Billy at that. He had planned this. "That's okay. We need to talk." Sid said, reaching forward to take Billy's hand.

Before she could I stepped between them, with a meaningful look towards Sid.

"I don't think that's a good idea Sid."

She looked confused by my interjection, but before I could say anything I was pulled away by large hands on my shoulders.

Immediately my heart was sent into a panic, beating wildly in my chest my eyes widening.

"Don't be a cock block, Cat." A voice said close to my ear.

God, an all too familiar voice.

Suddenly, I was whipping around and pushing him away, a strangled sort of cry clawing from my throat.

"Don't touch me!" I ordered. "Don't fucking touch me!"

I was backing away slowly, my eyes trained on Stu, my breathing ragged.

He put on a confused face because this time we had an audience. Because this time he had to keep on a front and make me look crazy.

But then Randy was rushing forward, suddenly not concerned with the fact that Billy was clearly not supposed to be here, and he had me in his arms, holding me close and whispering in my ear.

"It's okay, baby. It's just me. Nobody is going to hurt you."

The words would've been soothing and Billy and Sidney weren't vanishing up the stairs and if Stu hadn't been giving me a huge, evil grin.

But there was something there in his eyes too. Some emotion that I couldn't place.

Not that I had much time to look, because suddenly Randy was guiding me into the living room and sitting me on the couch and putting a movie on.

And when someone put a beef in my hand I didn't object, because I was too caught up on that look.

I just couldn't place it, and it was infuriating. I know I had seen it before.

Randy sat back down beside me, a beer in his hand as well, and I watched the movie absently, some faraway part of my brain recognizing the opening credits to 'Halloween'.

How many time had we watched this movie? How many times had I pretended to be scared when Michael Myer's popped out from the back seat to attack Annie. How many times had I playfully leaped into Randy's lap when Laurie and the children were chased through the house.

It seemed so far away now…

Had it really only been yesterday when we were all sitting around the fountain laughing and joking.

Had it really only been a week ago when Randy and I had seen the midnight showing of 'Rocky Horror Picture Show'.

God, I could remember that so clearly. Randy had never gone, but I had, and I was adamant that this was one of those things that had to be on somebody's bucket list. And I had told him it would be best to get it over with, but it was one of those things that you had to do all out.

I had been tempted….so tempted to try to get him to dress like Frank-n-furter, but he was already so skeptical about going and I didn't want to downright scare him. Or scar him…which ever came first.

It had taken a mild Brad costume and the promise of seeing me in a maid outfit that finally convinced him, and then he told his mom that he was staying at Stu's, and I told mine that I was staying at Tatum's, and then we had taken my jeep and driven to the nearest town that had a theatre that did the midnight showing. We got a room and the cheapest nice hotel we could find with his paycheck that week and what was left over from my tip money from my summer job at the only steak house in Woodsboro.

I barricaded myself in the bathroom with makeup and hair product and then proceeded to turn myself into Magenta.

Needless to say, Randy had been very pleased when I came back out.

We went to the theatre after that, and I told anybody that asked that I had stolen Brad from Janet for the night.

Could that have only been last week?

How could there have ever been a time when things weren't like this.

It didn't seem right or fair.

It didn't feel like only a day ago when they were going about their lives normally.

It seemed as if a longer void of time had passed, and suddenly I felt old. Older than I should have felt.

I didn't know if I would ever be the same girl from before. Somehow, I doubted it.

That girl….that other Cat….had worried about things like where she and Randy would eat after he got off and whether she would have her media project in on time and whether she should buy a certain brand of colored pencils.

All of those things seemed unbearably shallow now that I had to worry about staying alive and keeping Randy alive.

Randy….

Somehow it all came back to him.

I knew that I loved him. God, I loved him with every fiber of my being. And that's why couldn't let him be killed.

Not only that but….Randy was a genuinely good person. He was so very unlike me in that aspect.

He was so easy to get along with…so quick to try and make others laugh.

And me…what about me.

I was so easily angered. I was quick to lash out against others. I was selfish.

I was selfish for not calling the police, all because I needed this to end because of me.

I sighed, shaking my head, trying to shake these horrible thoughts away.

Randy glanced at me, a frown on his face before pulling me towards him and wrapping his arms around me.

"Look, here it comes. SPLAT!"

I looked up in surprise as one of classmate sitting down the couch from me spoke. If I remembered correctly his name was Phil.

Had I really been so absorbed in my thoughts that we'd gotten this far in the movie without me noticing.

"The blood's not the right color. Why do they do that? It's too red." Another classmate, Anthony, said.

"Here comes another…" Randy said, just as Michael went to stab the boy on screen again.

"Predictable. I knew he was going to bite it." Another kid, Donovan, said.

"Yeah, well, Michael has him held of the ground. I think we've seen already just how brutal the guy can be. I think it's obvious the kid was gonna die." I said dryly, and edge to my voice.

Honestly, I surprised myself with that comment. Has I really just snapped back at someone over a fucking movie when the events going on around us were so real?

"How can you watch this shit over and over?" Phil asked, the question directed at Randy and I.

"Shhhh…." Randy put a finger to his lips, totally absorbed in the movie.

"I wanna see Jamie Lee's breasts. When do we see Jamie Lee's breasts?" Stu asked, and I have to admit he was doing a damn good job at keeping his cover in front of everybody else.

"Not until 'Trading Places' in '83. Jamie Lee was always a virgin in horror movies, She didn't show her tits 'till she went legit." Randy said, still not taking his eyes off the screen.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that. Randy's fascination with Jamie Lee Curtis had always left me stumped. I mean sure she was a huge player in horror movies, but still….

"No way." Donovan said skeptically.

"That's why she always lived. Only virgins can outsmart the killer in the big chase scene in the end. Don't you know the rules?"

I sighed. These were rules that Randy and I had devised when we had first started dating. We had gone to my house when my mom was out getting drunk and had watched our favorite horror movies, starting with 'Halloween' and ending with 'A Nightmare on Elm Street'. As we watched we started to joke about why characters did certain things in every movie that most assuredly caused them to die. Then we questioned as to why the characters who didn't do these things always lived. Shortly thereafter the rules were born, and not just rules for horror movies but for horror sequels and then later for ending chapters in any trilogy movie, because Randy had so badly wanted to touch on that.

"What rules?" Stu asked, causing Randy to look at him with a mixture of surprise and mock-horror. If it were anybody else but Stu I might have felt sorry for them being on the receiving end of one of Randy's movie rants.

I reached forward toward the remote, hitting the pause button just as Randy stood in all of his geekish-glory, looking down at those assembled.

"Christ, this is standard horror movie knowledge. Even people who don't have the rules set in their minds should at least be subconsciously aware, right Cat?"

"Yeah…"I said absently, watching him now, waiting to see exactly how he would go about this.

"There are certain rules that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. For instance: You can never have sex."

At these words, those around me let out groans, and I couldn't help but grin slightly. By those standards, Randy and I were both dead in a horror movie.

"The minute you get a little nookie- you're as good a gone. Sex always equal death. 2. Never drink or do drugs. The sin factor. It's an extension of number one. And 3. Never ever under any circumstances say, "I'll be right back", because you won't be back."

"Wanna another beer?"

We all turned as Stu spoke from the archway leading into the hallway.

"Yeah." Randy waved a hand dismissively.

"I'll be right back."

Everybody let out groans as Stu grinned widely and moved back down the hallway as if he were being dragged.

I scowled, his act annoying me.

"There he goes folks- a dead man. Wave bye-bye." Randy said.

I sighed leaning back in my seat and running a hand through my ponytail again.

As the night wore on, I was growing more and more antsy.

I tried to focus on the movie, hoping it would distract me from what was going on.

"Look, here comes the obligatory tit shot." Randy said, pointing to the screen.

I stood abruptly shaking my head.

"I'll leave you guys to it." I said, because it wasn't working in distracting me, and had grown to be more of an annoyance.

Randy looked up at me, confused, and I tried to smile reassuringly at him.

"It's fine. I'm gonna go to the kitchen and get some food. Enjoy you're movie."

With that I stepped around the couch and hurried down the hallway to the kitchen.

Apparently this room was going to end up being my base of operations or something because I kept on ending up back here.

I opened the refrigerator, eyes scanning over its contents, because honestly I think food was going to be more distracting than the movie.

Only, I had forgotten how Stu's parents never kept any good junk food, because his mom was always preaching about healthy food. I closed the fridge and moved to one of the bags on the counter, rifling through it to find a bag of Cheetos, which I quickly opened.

I hopped up on the counter and began to eat.

The crunching of the chips helped to drown out the noise of the movie from the living room, and it kinda drowned out my thoughts too, because honestly if I stopped to think about everything, I would begin to think the worst. My pessimism would get the better of me.

I had eaten a good chunk of the bag when I heard the outcrys from the living room.

I had my hand out of the bag in an instant and was rushing to it just as my classmate were running out, hollering loudly, leaving Randy alone on the couch.

"Randy…what happened?" I asked looking at him.

"Oh…Principal Himbry is dead and gutted and hanging on the football field. Could you get me another beer? Stu never came back."

He looked at me, bleary-eyed and very nearly drunk.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I think you've had enough." I tried to ignore the comment about Stu not coming back.

He frowned, before shrugging and turning back to the movie, laying back on the couch.

I sighed, sitting next to him and pulling his head into my lap. It was probably best if I stayed with him for now.

I watched him in silence as he shouted advice at the screen, still working on what was left of his beer, and then switching to the one I had left behind, ignoring the protests I gave.

I scowled.

"Randy, I really don't think that's a good idea."

"No, Jamie," He slurred. "Look behind you. Watch out. Behind you!"

I groaned as I watched him. He was drunker than I thought.

I turned my eyes back to the screen, stiffening as I did.

Shit….

In the reflection of the screen I saw the killer, moving through the room behind us.

I whipped around, just in time to see him dart out the front door.

My heart caught in my chest, and I looked down at Randy who was looking up at me in confusion.

"What?" He asked.

"Come on." I said firmly. "The killer is here." I took his hand and pulled him up, despite his protests.

"What do you mean?" He asked, slightly sobered up from what I had just said.

"What I mean is we're leaving." With that I pulled him towards the garage, not at all willing to go out the fron door, following the path of thee killer.

Fuck what I had said earlier. The only thing that mattered now was leaving and getting Randy out of here.

I pulled open the door of the garage, and immediately recoiled in shock, hand flying to cover my mouth as bile rose in my throat.

My stomach churned unsteadily, and I had to turn away because dangling dead from the cat door in the garage was Tatum, dead, her head smashed in from the garage.

Randy stiffened, suddenly completely sober as he put his hand on my back.

"Cat…" he said carefully. "We need to go. Now."

He was right of course, but seeing one of my best friends dead like that suddenly made this seem much more real.

And I suddenly realized just how scared I was. The realization was like ice water, working its way down my spine and chilling me to the very core.

I groaned, before nodding and moving out into the garage, ducking under the door, and trying the keep my distance from Tatum's body.

Randy was barely a step behind me the old time, and like him I was watching our surroundings carefully…so carefully.

Once outside, he moved closer to me, still looking around, and he took my hand.

"It's best that nothing separates us." He said finally, and without waiting for a response we were walking again. We hugged the house was we moved around it, heading to the front drive way so we could get in my jeep and drive. God, was I going to drive us out of here so fast.

We got to the front of the house in time to see a figure climb into the news van that was parked about a hundred yards away from my jeep.

"Hey…its Gale Weathers. She might know something. Let's go see."

I opened my mouth to protest, but Randy was suddenly dragging me across the yard to the van, despite me pulling against him.

"Randy, I don't think that's a good idea." I said, trying desperately to get him to listen to me.

Why wasn't he listening? Why weren't we in my jeep driving away?

He pulled me around to driver's side of the van, just as Gale started the wind-shield wipers. There was an obvious red sheen of something on the wind-shield.

"What's going on?" Randy asked going straight to the window.

Gale let out a scream of terror, before slamming her phone against Randy's face, making him collapse, holding his face and groaning.

Before I could do anything, Gale pulled away, reversing.

'She's a real bitch,' I thought as I got to my knees next to Randy, trying to pry his hands away from his face.

We didn't have time for this, I knew. But Randy didn't have a high-tolerance for pain, and there would be no moving him in this state.

"Randy?" I said, pulling him up as best I could. "We have to go. No-"

"DEWEY!"

I looked up with a start in time to see Sidney standing in the front walk-way into the house. Dewey lay collapsed on the ground with the killer standing over him.

"Shit!" I cursed, before pushing Randy down in the tall grass and laying on my stomach next to him, my blood roaring in my ears as my heart thundered in my chest.

Had he seen us. Did he know we were there crouching in the grass and weeds.

I watched through the grass as best a could as Sidney dashed to the police cruiser opening the door and getting in hurriedly.

I couldn't see very well from where we were, but the odds didn't seem to be in Sidney's favor. She was cornered, so to speak. Trapped in the car with no way out. If she climbed out, she would be killed. If she stayed inside he would find a way in.

As we watched, the killer dropped low to the ground, and my breath caught in my throat. There was a flash of silver in his hands.

"We should d-" Randy started, but I cut him off, clapping my hand over his mouth, my eyes widening.

I shook my head no, indicating he should speak.

I knew the likelihood that they would hear us from where they were was unlikely, especially with us whispering. I just didn't want there to be any chance at all that they heard.

We watched in silence, breaths caught in our throats as we saw Sid doing everything in her power to stay alive, diving across the car to keep doors locked.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, the flesh there still ragged from where I had chewed it the past few days. It wasn't very long until the metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth.

I wanted to scream when the killer began to raise the back of the jeep rise.

I couldn't very well tell from where we were what Sidney was doing in the car but she didn't seem to notice.

And then, quite suddenly the killer was leaping in and wrapping his hands around Sid's throat and she was fighting back and in a flurry of movement she had pushed herself from the car and was running back towards the house.

And the killer was running around the side, swiftly, disappearing into the darkness, and before I could stop him, Randy was up, striding across the yard and yelling out Sidney's name

"Sidney!" He yelled, and she looked back, fear written all across her face. "We gotta get the fuck outta here."

She reaches down, grabbing Dewey's gun from it's holster on his belt. He pointed at Randy who froze, and then I was up, running after him.

"Sid-" I began, but she cut me off pointing the gun at my chest.

"Stop right there." She said through clenched teeth.

"No….Sid….we didn't-"

I took a step forward arms outstretched showing her there was nothing in my hands.

Betrayal churned in the depths of my stomach.

Sidney….one of my best friends…who I knew felt a lot closer to me after I had been attacked too…..thought I was a killer. She thought I was capable of killing those close to us.

It hurt. It stung in a way that I knew I wouldn't forget any time soon.

But I did understand. I knew where she was coming from. I knew she was terrified and felt alone…so horribly, wretchedly alone.

"Don't come any closer." She said, moving the gun from me to Randy and then back to me.

"Sid…it's us…your friends." Randy said. "We…found Tatum. She's dead."

"Stu did it." I said firmly. "Stu and B-"

"Don't listen to her Sid. "

I spun around as a voice spoke out from behind me.

A voice that was so familiar. God, why did he have to do it. Why did he have to go down this path?

"He did it Sidney." I said, turning back to face her, willing her to believe me. She had to believe me. She had to know that neither Randy nor I would ever do this.

"She's lying. They killed Tatum. And Billy."

My eyes widened at that.

Billy was dead?

But I had been so sure that it had been him, and Stu's reactions earlier had confirmed it. There had been

no doubt in my mind that it had been Billy and Stu. But had it been Stu and someone else, and if it had

been someone else then who?

Who was capable of doing such a thing and then framing Billy?

But…I knew Stu so well…I had seen the truth in his eyes with his reactions.

I wasn't wrong.

I looked at Stu, meeting his eyes steadily, and even then I could see the lies brimming there.

"He's lying Sidney." I said firmly.

Stu took a step towards Sidney, arm outstretched as if asking for help.

The gun was pointed at him in an instant.

"Stay away." She said.

She aimed it at him, then me, then Randy, not knowing who to trust.

"Sidney, give me the gun." I said softly, stepping forward carefully.

It was on my again, and a froze, taking a step back.

"Sid…."

She didn't know what to do…She didn't know who to trust. Indecision was in her eyes. She needed to do

Something, she knew that. And then….

"Fuck all three of you."

And then she was stepping into the house and slamming the door shut behind her.

"Sidney!"

I was up the steps in an instant, pounding on the door with the palms of my hands, desperately willing

Sidney to open the door.

I heard Randy cry out behind me, and turned just in time to see Stu running away, disappearing around the edge of the house.

"Sidney…he's gone! He's gone crazy." Randy yelled, running up on the porch next to me and banging on the door.

"Sid…please. Please let us in!"

A cheerful ringing makes me scream, and it takes me a moment to realize it is my cell phone ringing.

I pull it from my pocket, praying its is someone who will help.

I open it, looking at the number, infinitely releived that it's not 'Unknown.'

It was Sidney's dad. God….how long had I had his number. I had gotten it just after Sid's mom died. He told me to call in case something happened to Sidney.

"God…Mister Prescott I-"

"Having fun, Cat?" The voice that was so familiar to me now, said.

I let out a scream that was a mix between fear, frustration, and anger.

I tossed my cell phone to the ground, before bringing the heel of my combat boot down harshly on the offending piece of technology.

It took a few harsh stomps but finally it broke .

I didn't stop stomping until it was in thousands of timy pieces, and then I kicked the pile, watching as it scattered all over the porch and down into the flower bed.

"Fuck you." I spat in the general direction of where most of the pieces had flew.

"Cat?"

I turned to see Randy looking at me, eyes round as if I had just gone crazy.

And maybe my little outburst did entail lunacy. I didn't know.

All I knew was that I was tired- so tired- of all of this.

I needed a break. I needed this to be over.

I jumped at the sound of the front door opening, and Randy was rushing inside suddenly.

I was a step behind him.

I froze when I saw Billy looking at me, covered in blood, and very nearly turned to rush back outside, but Randy closed the door behind me, and I was left standing there staring at Billy with wide eyes.

He was covered with blood, and had Dewey's knife in his hand.

"Stu's flipped out." Randy was telling them. "He's gone mad."

Billy turned to look at Randy, a manic sort of smile on his face.

"We all go a little mad sometimes." He said, his voice an almost husky whisper. And then he raised the gun, pointing it at Randy who's eyes widened.

"Oh shit."

And then the shot rang out, and I was screaming and Randy was flying back, hitting a small table that held a vase of flowers. Both the vase and the table broke under Randy's weight as he fell to the ground.

"Randy!"

I dashed forward and hit my knees beside him, shaking him because he had to wake up. He just had to…

"Anthony Perkins- Psycho."

I glared up at Billy, who was looking at me, a strange sort of smile playing at the corners of his lips.

He turned to Sidney who was watching him, unmoving eyes wide.

I could practically see the thought process in her head.

This couldn't be happening. It couldn't be.

He raised his hand, licking some of the blood of his finger.

"Mmm." He sighed appreciatively. "Corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pig's blood in 'Carrie'. But then," he turned to look at me. "You already knew that, didn't you Cat?"

"Bite me." I spat, narrowing my eyes at him. I hoped every bit of my hate for him showed on my face.

"Ah…no. I'll leave that job for-"

"Stu…please…help us…."

My head snapped to the doorway where Stu was sanding, looking straight at me.

"Stu…" Sidney pleaded, tugging on his sweater.

He finally looked at her before raising his hand to his mouth. I caught sight of some weird sort of device in his hand before he pressed a button on it and spoke.

"Surprise Sidney." He said, and my heart skipped a beat.

Of course….I had been sure that it had been Billy and Stu, but now that I had proof of that voice, it seemed a lot more real.

I don't know what to do myself, because their attention is focused on Sidney, and I'm thinking that maybe I'd be able to get away if I bolted right then. But that's the coward's way out, and yet suddenly I'm not feeling very brave.

But I can't leave. Not if there is even the slightest chance that Randy could still be alive.

And even If I were going to, I know my chance to do it is gone when Billy looks at me, still with that look on his face, and my breath catches in my throat.

It's too real. I want it to stop.

I just want to wake up from whatever nightmare this is.

But deep down, I know I can't.

"You wanted her Stu. There she is. Do whatever with her. Sidney is mine."

I look up at Stu as he pushes Sidney towards Billy and strides over to me, yanking me up by my forearm.

I yelp and try to pull away, but he holds on tightly, pulling me down the hallway and out into the garage, pushing me into it despite my fierce struggling.

"No!" I yell turning to look at him. "No! No! No!"

I'm screaming now, and tears of fury are running down my cheeks.

I didn't want to be away from Randy. I needed to be there in case he woke up.

I rush forward, trying to make some rutile attempt to get past Billy, because there is that part of my brain that demands that I get back to Randy, because then I will be safe.

But then the rational part that is fearing for my safety is telling me that if I comply and wait for the right time then maybe I'll be able to get away.

Stu steps in my way before I can get past him, putting his arms on my shoulders and holding me in place.

"Cat! Stop!"

I freeze, suddenly realizing there are tears rolling down my cheeks.

When did I start crying.

And as he is looking at me, something in Stu seems to break.

"Don't cry. Don't cry." His voice….it's pleading and I'm taken aback.

"W-what?"

"You can't go in there. If you do, Billy will kill you."

"As opposed to you killing me?" I asked, my voice quivering slightly.

"I'm not going to kill you." He said softly, looking down at me and raising a hand to stroke my cheek tenderly.

"I've never intended to. It's you, Cat. I wouldn't be able to do it."

His words….they struck a cord deep inside me, and I have to take a step back. He doesn't let me get far until he wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me toward him, crushing me in a hug.

"This….it was all for you. I did it for you." He says.

For me? He did it…for me?

What was it meant to be, a homicidal maniac's way of declaring his love?

Somehow I wasn't buying it.

"I had to get you back. Cat….I want you. You're mine. And he had you."

I look up at him to see that he is totally serious. And it scares me.

"Stu…."

"No….see….we'll kill Billy. You and me. And we'll end up being the world's luckiest survivors. We'll stumble around school for a few months mourning over the losses of Tatum and Randy. And then we'll get back together. A tragic love story."

There is a glint in his eyes, and I know he is serious. I know he fully expected me to be on board with this.

"Cat….you still love me. I know you do. I don't want to kill you. So…will you do it? Will you help me kill Billy?"

How could I agree. How could he expect me to agree.

'But you would live.' The nast, dark part of my brain whispered, making me shiver.

No. It was wrong. I couldn't. I couldn't spend the rest of my life with a lunatic, because that seemed to be exactly what he wanted.

'You would be alive. You loved him once. You could love him again.'

No….I loved Randy. And because of Stu and Billy he was hurt. He could be dead because of them.

'Better him than you.'

No….that wasn't right. This….wasn't okay.

"Cat?" Stu prompted, and I stared up at him, wide-eyed.

"Okay." I whispered.

Author's Note: This…took forever. But thankfully the next chapter will wrap things up and then it's the epilogue. And then the sequel. I feel no shame in disclosing the name of a future character who will serve for plot devices in the sequel. Her name is Vicky, and that is all you will get out of me.

This chapter, I feel, gets better towards the end. I hope you all like this plot twist, as I goes away from the original movie, and leaves you all with your imaginations as to what is going on with Billy and Sidney without Stu there. Expect the next chapter out before too long.