Noah was staying the night at Christopher's house, having lied and told the Argents they were working on a project, when they were actually busy with their graphic novel. Christopher was drawing and Noah was writing.

"What should our next graphic novel be about?" Christopher asked.

Noah sighed and said, "Well, I don't really want it to be about what's currently happening, but we may have to do it on that."

"What about that last guy Drake? We could make the next one about what all he did."

"We'd have to omit a lot of events," Noah pointed out.

Christopher shrugged and told Noah it would be fine and not too hard.

Around the same time:

Brooke walked into the veterinary clinic, but saw that Bruce and Scott were busy.

"Sorry," Brooke apologized. "I should've called ahead."

"Its fine," Bruce replied. "You can go meet my wife, she can teach you."

Scott whipped his head to Bruce, shocked by what was just said. "Ignacia is an Emissary too?"

Bruce was confused by Scott's question. "Did we not tell you?"

Scott shook his head; and Brooke announced she was on her way to Bruce's home.

The next day, Noah was in the hallway at his locker and Hector jumped up behind him, scaring Noah.

"Geez, Mr. Young." Noah chuckled at the young teacher.

"Hey," Hector gently punched Noah's shoulder, "call me Hector; none of this 'Mr. Young' non-sense."

"Sorry, Hector." Noah smiled and continued to get his things for his first class.

"How far are you in Frankenstein?" Hector wondered.

"Halfway through, actually."

"Good!"

Noah closed his locker and questioned Hector why he wanted the class to read Frankenstein.

"Because it's an interesting book, it isn't used in high schools as much as it should be, and I want you to do a Morgue podcast on it one night." Hector smiled at Noah.

"You listen to The Morgue!?"

"Oh, I do more than just listen. I'm a fan." Hector then opened his buttoned shirt to reveal a 'The Morgue Podcast' t-shirt. "Custom made by yours truly."

"I didn't want to make any merch, because I thought it would have made me seem like a douche, but this is awesome." Noah admired the black t-shirt with bold white letters surrounded by a puddle of blood. "Is that?" Noah stared at something familiar faded behind and above the 'The'.

"Yep," Hector answered. "That's the Brandon James mask. I would have kept it white, but making it grey kept it properly faded and subtle. I didn't want it to distract from the rest of the shirt too much."

"Make it more of a surprise." Noah continued to be in awe of the design.

"Oh yeah," Hector smiled.

The bell rang.

Hector buttoned his shirt back, patted Noah's chest, telling him he would see Noah in class later.

Noah put his book bag over his shoulder and someone knocked him to the ground.

"Faggot," Noah heard from who he assumed to be the same person that knocked him over.

He got to his feet, looked ahead to see if he could pin point who pushed him, but there were too many students in the hallway to tell. "And just when I started to like high school." Noah pushed past his emotions and creeping thoughts and went to class.

At lunch, Emma had texted TJ that she would allow him to take pictures after school, so she and Brooke met him at Lakewood's bridge to take said photos.

"Ladies," TJ greeted as Brooke and Emma exited their vehicle.

"Hi, TJ," Emma smiled as her and Brooke walked up to the man. "This is my friend Brooke."

"Ms. Maddox," TJ shook Brooke's hand. "I've read a lot about you."

"I'm sure you have," Brooke said with sincerity.

The three shared a small laugh.

"Would you like to be included in the photos?" TJ asked.

Brooke shook her head. "No thank you. I've been through plenty of photo shoots and interviews after my father's…passing." Brooke cleared her throat and stood straight, with pride and assurance exuding from her.

"Strong girl - won't let her emotions and past bring her down during a fun time with a friend," TJ complimented Brooke. "You're sure I can't take photos or interview you?" He chuckled, causing the girls to smile as well. "Alright, Emma; I'm thinking I can take some photos of you standing in front of the bridge trying to get as much of it behind you, but making sure that you are the focus, of course - followed by a few with your back to me as you lean against the railing, some of you in the middle of the bridge with the forest clearly behind you, and a few candids."

"'Candids'?" Emma asked. "But I'll be ready for all of them."

"Oh my gosh." Brooke giggled at Emma.

TJ sighed out a 'ha'. "Candids can also be photos that seem accidental."

Emma lifted her head as her lips formed an 'o', sudden realization coming in.

"Yeah, come on, Em," Brooke teased.

Emma playfully bumped her shoulder on Brooke's.

"Come on." TJ motioned for Emma to get started.

He took some photos of her standing in front of the bridge, then some of her turning her head, looking away from him as if she was in thought.

"Now, lean against the railing, with your back to me, and make sure you're looking out at the scenery in front of you." He started focusing his camera, making sure to get both Emma and the scenery to focus in the shot.

"Don't linger," Brooke warned the man, referencing to Emma's behind.

"I know, Ms. Maddox, but I would like to remind you that I am also a professional."

"Brooke-" Emma turned to scold her friend, but TJ hastily requested for her to stay still.

After a few snaps, TJ stood, in formed Emma he was done and added that some pictures will end at the small of Emma's back.

"It's fine." Emma waved her hand down, to show she didn't mind. "It's your vision and journal after all." She swung her hips into Brooke's.

"Geez," Brooke whispered in pain.

TJ chuckled and directed her to stand in the middle of the bridge for the last few shots. "Okay. I want you to face the ground, but look up at me."

Emma did as directed.

"Great," TJ complimented and started to focus his shot. "Now hopefully, the wind will blow in three, two, and one."

The wind blew Emma's hair to the side, still behind her, and TJ began taking shots.

"How did you know?" Brooke asked, astonished.

"Like I said, 'I'm a professional'. I know my craft." He went to his car, putting up his camera.

Emma and Brooke walked to him and Emma asked if she could get some copies.

"Of course." TJ sat in his car, ready to leave. "I'm going to bring color to some parts of the pictures so they will pop, but ultimately they'll be black and white. I'm glad you didn't make a surprised face when I called the wind blowing, it was very professional." He smiled at Emma.

"Thank you." Emma smiled back.

TJ asked if Emma would be willing to o an interview soon, but Emma told him that she would have to think about it; TJ understood and wished her a good day.

TJ and the girls then left the bridge and went their separate ways.

Emma met Scott in the evening outside his dorm building, Scott not wanting her to see Gabriel again.

Scott jogged down the stairs to her and they immediately hugged.

"You're leaving tomorrow," Emma pointed out the obvious.

"Yep," Scott replied.

Emma hugged tighter and Scott returned.

They separated, but still held each other.

"I've applied to go here next year," Emma informed Scott.

"Really?" Scott smiled.

"Yeah; though it'll be your last year, I thought it would still be nice."

"It will be." Scott beamed.

Emma wanted to kiss Scott, but knew she couldn't, so she rubbed her thumbs on his cheeks with a bright smile and slipped out of his grasp. "I did something interesting today."

"What was that?"

"I let a new guy here in Lakewood take some photos of me for his journal."

Scott's heart raced at 'I let a new guy', but it slowed after she finished. "Cool, how was that?"

"It was nice. Brooke went with me and she gave him a little trouble."

Scott chuckled, saying, "Of course." He then asked what the journal was about.

Emma said the journal was about Lakewood and the pictures were for TJ's column or story, she wasn't sure which, and he also wanted an interview with her. "But not about the murders. He said that he wouldn't ask me about that."

"That's nice. I guess he'll just ask you about your personal life."

"My personal life as the 'poster child' of Lakewood as he put it," Emma giggled, causing Scott to laugh. "What time are you leaving tomorrow?"

"As soon as I get up, which will probably be at five."

Emma nodded and the two hugged once more.

"Stay safe," was all Emma requested from Scott.

Scott held her closer to him, "I will."

The two separated again, said bye, and went back home.

Minutes later, a young girl left her home and got into her car.

"Girls night," she said joyfully. She started the car and drove off.

After a while, Ghost Face gently pushed her backseat down, coming out from the trunk. He quietly made his way behind her seat and unlatched her headrest; this was too much though and the girl noticed him.

"What the f-?"

She was interrupted by a metal end from the head rest going through her eye, her head touching the bottom of the headrest.

The girl's dead body began to accelerate the car and veered off the road, crashing into a tree!

Ghost Face used her seat to keep themselves from flying forward. They exited the car, unbuckled the girl, and dragged her away by her hair.

Audrey, Brooke, and Emma all gasped, coming back to reality, seeing that they were in front of Emma's neighbor's house.

"This seriously needs to stop," Brooke complained.

"Son of a bitch," Audrey said.

The other two looked to her to see her looking at her hands.

She was holding a yellow string.

"Where did you get that?" Emma asked.

"Off of one of my sleep shirts," Audrey replied and dropped the string.

Brooke gulped. "I guess the next time we do this…I'll have a pair of scissors."

"I want to know," Emma got their attention. "Who just died?"