Noah slammed pages down on the table he and everyone were occupying at The Grindhouse.

"What's this?" Scott asked.

Noah answered with another question, "Do you guys know how far facial reconstruction has gone? It's insane."

Emma left the table, stating she had to get back to work, clearly annoyed by Noah's presentation.

Everyone else rolled their eyes as they looked at the photos.

"Noah," Brooke said, putting her hand on Noah's shoulder, "Brandon James is dead."

"But," he put a finger up, "there's a possibility that he's not dead, and look at these results." He gestured to the photos showing the faces of people who have used facial reconstruction. "With facial reconstruction, he could be anyone."

The others all sighed.

"Think about it," Noah said. "Not only was his face not that bad, but none of us have seen him in person and there's no guarantee how much he would look like his original self."

Brooke flipped her hair back, straightened up, and said, "Well, there's only one person who could truly recognize Brandon if he were to do that."

The others looked at her waiting.

Brooke rolled her eyes. "His mom," she said like she was scolding a child.

"Right!" Noah jumped up, excited. "Let's go." He picked up his pictures, putting them back into his bag.

"I'm staying," Scott said.

Noah looked to Audrey.

With contempt oozing from her voice, Audrey simply stated, "I'm not exactly thrilled by the idea of meeting the woman who birthed Brandon James."

Noah ignored her and went to Emma. "Hey, Emma."

"What, Noah?" She leaned over the counter, in front of him.

"Brooke and I are going to ask Mrs. James if she's seen Brandon."

Emma looked to Brooke for an answer, but Brooke just shrugged.

"Okay, but remember," Emma pointed at Noah, "just because she gave birth to Brandon James doesn't mean she's a bad person."

Audrey asked Scott if Emma heard her and he said he had no idea.

"She's a sweet woman and I don't want you asking too many questions or making her feel uncomfortable."

"I promise, I won't." Noah replied.

"Good." Emma went back to work.

Noah knocked on Mrs. James' door and called out her name.

They stood and waited for a moment.

Noah knocked again and Brooke called out.

"Is she home?" Noah tried to look through the windows, but there were curtains inside blocking his view.

Brooke hesitantly opened the front door. "Why would she leave it unlocked?"

Noah rushed to her in a mild panic. "Why are you opening it?"

"What if something is wrong."

When they stepped inside, their senses of smell were viciously assaulted.

Brooke choked back her vomit.

Noah gagged as he asked, "What is that smell?"

They called out to Mrs. James again as they walked inside.

"There," Noah nodded to Mrs. James' legs on the ground, the rest of her hidden by her coach.

When they rushed to her, they saw her lying in a pool of blood.

Sometime later, after Brooke and Noah were questioned by the police about why they were at Mrs. James' home and when they arrived, they both went to Margaret.

Brooke hugged Margaret and Margaret squeezed Noah's shoulder as she hugged Brooke.

When Brooke separated from Margaret, she asked what Margaret could tell them.

"All I know, is Mrs. James was stabbed thirty times and the officers suspect Brandon," Margaret cleared her throat, holding back some emotions.

Brooke nodded as she looked to Margaret sympathetically.

"That's what we thought," Noah said. "But, why would he kill his own mom?"

Margaret shrugged. "Maybe, to make sure she didn't tell anyone about his arrival."

"Does she even talk to anyone?" Brooke asked.

Margaret admitted to visiting Mrs. James on occasion.

"Brandon loved you," Noah pointed out. "Why wouldn't he want you to know he was back?"

"Would you want your ex-lover to know you were back home murdering people again?" Margaret questioned Noah.

"Guess not."

The two went home after Margaret told them to do so.

At school, Hector pats Noah on the shoulder as he comes behind Noah.

"Good morning," Hector greets.

Noah shuts his locker and replies, "Good morning." Noah lowers his tone and asks, "Did you hear the news?"

Hector lowers his tone too, saying he hasn't heard any news.

"They suspect Brandon James is back."

Hector grinned. "They always suspect that when someone dies."

"Yeah, but this time it was his mom."

"Oh," Hector looked somewhat surprised.

A locker slammed, the two turned to see who's locker it was, and saw that it was Emma who had caused the loud commotion.

"Clearly, Emma isn't taking it too well," Noah said.

"I don't blame her."

Later that night, Scott walked out to the Jeep to get dinner, but something sharp hit his neck.

Scott winced in pain and pulled the object out of his neck, seeing that it was a tranquilizer.

"What the hell?" A Hunter questioned, watching Scott from a safe distance.

"I'll check it out," the other Hunter said.

"Wait," the first grabbed his partners shoulder. "Look," he gestured to Ghost Face stalking towards Scott.

Ghost Face lifted Scott, threw him into the back of a pickup, and drove away.

"We need to tell Araya," the second Hunter said and pulled out his cell phone.

Emma walked out of her room and yelled to her mom, "Mom, I'm going to be-", she stopped when she saw Father Death at her stairs.

Emma slammed her door and ran to her phone to dial 911, but Father Death was faster and tackled her before she could hit the call button.

Emma dropped her phone when tackled and retaliated by kicking her assailant's genitals.

Father Death groaned in pain, but hastily grabbed Emma by her hair and slammed the side of her head against the wall three times, knocking her out.

Emma wakes up, blinks away her daze, and realizes she is tied to a chair in the abandoned home of Brandon James. As she struggles against her restraints, she notices Scott sitting across from her.

The two are in the empty living room, at different ends, and Scott is handcuffed to a lock secured into the floor and a line of mountain ash with purple flakes around him.

Emma starts yelling at Scott to wake up, which he does, slowly.

"What was in that tranquilizer?" Scott asked himself.

"Bull tranquilizer," Father Death answered, standing at the front door of the building they were inside.

"Who are you?" Emma asked. "What do you want?"

Father Death stalked towards Emma, crouched down to her level, and pulled off his mask.

"TJ!?" Emma shouted.

"That's right, Emma." TJ replied. "I am Troy James, the long forgotten older brother of Brandon James."