It doesn't take long for the Haddonfield police department to show up, and what they find shocks them all. "It's just...gone! The entire house leveled...no survivors." mutters one incredulous officer to another as the fire department continues to fight the blazing inferno. The other cop responds with clear confusion, "Do you think this was done by...you know who?" The first officer snorts and shakes his head, "nah, their deaths were too quick and didn't allow for fear to rise...my guess is this is just an unfortunate accident caused by a few drunken teens." the other officer looks suspicious but doesn't say any more. Once the flames have died down, it is very clear that body parts and blood have been strewn all over, charred to the bones. "Never in all my life have I seen such a gruesome sight…" gags one of the younger officers, rushing off to puke. Everybody is silent, taking in the true devastation of the house. What could have happened to cut the lives of these unsuspecting teens so soon?
Unbeknownst to the naive and inexperienced officers, Freddy himself is watching with fire in his rageful eyes. " How dare he?... HOW DARE THAT SILENT RETARDED MOTHERFUCKER RUIN MY HARD WORK! HOW DARE HE HUMILIATE ME!" He roars, voice gravelly and hard. Pacing back and forth, Freddy curses Michael and himself for attempting the same strategy as last time when he suddenly stops, a manic grin lighting up his face. "It could work… and I would kill two birds with one stone! Perfect!" he mutters, more to himself than anyone else. Grinning from ear to ear, Freddy disappears into the dream world muttering "Let's see how hockey puck handles the Boogeyman at his front door…"
Back at the crime scene, what remains of the bodies are put into body bags and hauled away. Cops and firefighters surround the perimeter, scouring for clues to solve what might have occurred when a tan car pulls up and an older man with a cane hobbles out.
The old man peers around at the wreckage, a frown quickly growing on his face when an officer approaches him. "You must be Dr. Loomis, thank you for showing up… do you think he did this?" Loomis gives a hard look at the officer, before responding "undoubtedly, an explosion of this size could only be caused by 2 possibilities; long time gas leakage, or cut gas lines." The officer, who happens to be the same one who originally called says quietly, "despite my urging, the fire department has already deemed this an accident and my superiors won't even look at my evidence." Looking sympathetic Loomis nods, "As is often the case whenever Michael is involved...we'll just have to do this ourselves." Alarmed, the officer stutters before saying "He's your problem, not mine! I'm not going to risk my life hunting down an immortal." Turning around, Loomis scowls, his voice hard and raspy, "it'll be everyone's problem if we don't delay him now! Do you want more people to end up this way?" The officer glances back at the flattened and charred house and shivers. "alright… I'm coming. What weapon works best against him?" Loomis turns back to the car as he replies coolly, "Anything that'll knock him back for at least a few seconds...that's all we can hope for." Loomis driving, the pair begins their search for the wandering legend.
Driving down the back roads, the pair finally get acquainted. "I didn't have time to tell you my name earlier, I'm Officer Jackson." Loomis nods absentmindedly while trying to peer through the darkness of the night. "You already know who I am. If people listened in the first place, none of this would be happening." Jackson nods, carefully shining his spotlight in every nook and cranny. "people don't want to believe in something they don't understand." Loomis grunts in agreement before silence fills the air, and he ponders "What could Michael be up to now?"