"So why'd she do it?" That was everyone's question. Why did Nica Pierce kill her family. It was just that no one had decided to speak about it.

"Claire!" Glen scolded. "Why are you making judgements so quickly?"

"What, don't you want to know too?" Claire accused. "I mean, I would! Especially if I'm living next to a psycho that murdered her whole family!"

"Why'd you burn down your house then?" Glen fired back.

"You always bring that up, Shitface." Claire sneered. "Only when it's most convenient. And I never killed anyone."

"Neither did Nica, baita." Glen insulted in what Nica thought was Japanese. "It was Chucky." Nica and Glen smiled at each other, before she turned around.

"I don't blame you for being afraid." Nica addressed everyone. "I was very ill."

"Are you feeling better?" The woman sitting next to Claire, named Madelaine, asked.

"I understand your concerns, but Nica is no longer a danger to anyone." Foley said to everyone. "And let's not forget, she isn't the only one to benefit from an insanity plea."

"But she's the only one who slaughtered five people." Claire pointed out.

"Fine. You want the truth?" Nica turned to face Claire. "I was pathologically jealous of my sister, and I was too possessive of my niece, Alice. She's twelve now, and I'll never see her again. I can only hope that she's alright."

"She's not alright." Everyone turned to look at Karen, who decided to sit up. "Chucky told me he's going to kill you, and you'll be dead like me. He said he's coming for you. Now that you can have visitors." At first, Nica looked confused, but then began giggling. The giggle turned into a laugh, and continued for a few minutes.

"You think this is funny?" Claire snapped.

"Oh no, not at all." Nica replied, with a hint of sarcasm. Foley sighed, standing up and walking over to his desk.

"It was inevitable that this would happen, and I believe it's important for the entire group to explore this." Foley turned around, revealing a Good Guy doll. "I think this will help."

"Hi, I'm Chucky, and I'm your friend till the end!" The doll said, in a cheery voice.

"Whoa, fuck!" Glen yelled, jumping out of his chair, while Karen's eyes narrowed in a glare.

"Relax, Glen, it's just a doll." Foley told him. "One of thousands made in the 80s."

"No, he said Chucky." Glen pressed, backing up.

"And there were forty nine other names for the dolls." Foley continued. "Chucky only made up two percent."

"So what, this is a coincidence?" Glen asked.

"No, because I ordered a Chucky." Foley grinned.

"Where'd you get it?" Glen asked.

"Hot Topic." Foley answered, and satisfied, Glen cooled down and sat back in his chair. "Nica, this doesn't bother you, does it?"

"Nope." Nica casually replied.

"Oh my God." Foley looked up, seeing Madelaine approach him.

"What is it?" The doctor asked.

"He's my baby." Madelaine simply stated, taking the doll and hugging it with joy.

Minutes later, Nica found herself sitting with Glen and Madelaine in the recreational room, having what looked like tomato soup.

"Open up, sweetheart." Madelaine said happily, attempting to feed the doll. "Oh, it must be too hot."

"Jesus, enough with this shit!" Claire stormed over to their table. "Your baby is dead, you know that!"

"Claire, what is wrong with you?" Glen asked. "Just let her be happy."

"Coming from you, are you serious?" Claire scoffed. "I saw you earlier. You jumped a mile when you saw that thing!"

"Foley said he got it from Hot Topic, so I think it's okay." Glen protested. Claire glared at the three of them, before ripping the doll away from Madelaine.

"Hey, give him back!" Nica demanded.

"Him? Interesting choice of pronoun." Claire taunted. "Are you still seeing shit in your head?"

"No, I'm seeing things more clearer than ever." Nica replied swiftly. "Now, give the doll back."

"Or what? You gonna stab me, Nica?" Claire asked. "Or cut my throat? Carve my heart out? Chop off my head?"

"Don't be stupid." Nica told her. "We don't even have access to real cutlery. What I do have are the barbiturates they give me every morning, which I have been stockpiling for months, waiting for the right bitch to come and along and overdose." Clearly furious, Claire threw the doll at Nica, who caught it and gave it back to Madelaine. Just then, Doctor Foley approached the table.

"Excuse me, Nica?" Foley smiled at her. "You have another visitor." Foley wheeled Nica into the visiting room, where she met a woman in a red dress and blonde hair, sharpening her nails with a file.

"Nica, this is Alice's legal guardian, Miss Valentine." Foley introduced the woman.

"You're her guardian?" Nica asked, seemingly in disbelief.

"Yep." Valentine smiled. Nica frowned, looking closer at the other woman.

"You look familiar." Nica added. "Anyone ever say you look exactly like Jennifer Tilly-"

"Don't worry, I get that alot." Valentine brushed it off. "You're not what I was expecting either. I thought you'd be taller."

"So, how is she?" Nica asked, ignoring the comment.

"Alice? She's dead, Miss Pierce." Tiffany revealed.

"What?" Nica said out loud, not believing what she heard. "How'd she die?"

"My mother always said that children die of broken hearts." Tiffany said sadly.

"Miss Valentine, you never told me." Foley frowned.

"Oh, I didn't?" Valentine pretended to cry, taking a tissue out her her breast pocket. "I'm sorry, this has just been a great ordeal. But here, Alice wanted you to have this." Miss Valentine reached into her bag and pulled out a Good Guy doll, revealing it to the other two people.

"Hi, I'm Chucky, wanna play?" The doll said cheerfully.

"That's not the same one, is it?" Foley asked.

"No, this is what Alice used in therapy." Miss Valentine explained. "She hoped it'd help you too." She handed the doll to Nica and left, but not before whispering a final "good luck", more to the doll than anyone. Devastated over the loss of her last living relative, Nica threw the doll at Foley and wheeled off back to her room. Confused over what had happened in the last few minutes, the doctor went to his office, passing Madelaine and her own doll down the hallway, and left the doll there, before going to his own bedroom. Unbeknownst to him, the doll's eyes followed him out, making sure he was alone. Chucky was back, and this time, nothing would stand in his way. Not even Andy Barclay…