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"These are pretty deep. I think we better take you to the nurse's station," Joey said.

"I'm okay. We both know he's done worse," Casey replied, keeping the jacket in place.

"Case, I can't treat these," Joey stated.

"Come on, it's just like my arm," Casey told him.

"Those weren't as deep. Back then he was just trying to kill you for the heck of it. This time he knows you're dangerous," Joey shot back. The girl paused. He had a point.

"Okay, fine," Casey agreed with a sigh. They stood up and went to the nurse's station, with Derek, Sam, and Max close behind.

"What do you guys think you're doing?" Casey wondered.

"What happened?" Max asked.

"How'd you get those scratches?" Sam added.

"And who was that guy?" Derek questioned.

"It's okay. I'm fine," Casey told them as they all entered the nurse's station.

"What's going on?" the woman asked in confusion.

"She hurt herself," Joey answered, taking away the jacket to reveal the wounds.

"Oh, my word. How did you do that?" the nurse gasped.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Casey responded.

"I'll see what I can do, but you should really go to a hospital," the nurse told her.

"Just do what you can," Casey stated. The nurse did as requested and the girl winced.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say someone tried to cut you with four razors," she commented. Casey and Joey tensed. Noting this, the woman looked to them.

"Does someone want to fill me in?" she questioned.

"It's---hard to explain," Casey said.

"Well, I'm kind of curious myself," Max declared.

"Yeah, Casey. Come on. How the heck did you just suddenly appear in my dream?" Derek added.

"What are you talking about?" Casey questioned.

"You know---you were there. So was he," Derek answered, gesturing to Joey.

"Derek, I think you've been hit in the head too many times," Casey said, giving him a look warning him to keep his mouth shut. For once, Derek did as directed. After the nurse was done, she sent them on their way.

"Casey, I want to know what's going on---now," Derek demanded. She sighed.

"With what we're about to tell you---you all have to put aside whatever you may believe, and just trust us," she told them.

"O…kay," Max agreed slowly. Casey looked around furtively, and then she and Joey led them to a secluded hallway.

"So, what's going on?" Derek demanded again.

"Two years ago, kids on our street started dying. No one could explain it---they were all just dying in their sleep," Casey began.

"Wait. These were kids?" Sam queried.

"Yeah. But, uh---the deaths---they were horrible," Casey replied, her voice catching.

"What do you mean?" Max asked.

"I saw my best friend slashed to ribbons. She was thrown all over the room," Casey said. She choked back a sob.

"It really shook her up," Joey said, rubbing her arm sympathetically.

"Joey and Rod were the first ones to believe me," Casey added. She smiled ruefully. "Wouldn't you know it? The super-keener witnesses a gruesome murder and the first people to believe me are the town hoods," she joked.

"Hey," Joey protested good-naturedly.

"Nancy got on board soon after, and she forced her mom to talk," Casey continued.

"So, what's the deal with this guy, uh---Krueger, I think you called him," Derek commented.

"When he was alive, he was a child murderer. He got freed on a technicality and the parents hunted him down and roasted him," Casey answered.

"And now he haunts people's dreams, killing them, spreading around even more terror," Joey added.

"Wait, wait. I'm not sure I'm buying this," Sam stated.

"Look at my face! You think I did that to myself?" Casey responded. Sam stopped. She had a point there, and he had no explanation.

"Okay, I buy the idea of some guy killing people in their dreams since I saw him myself, but what I don't get is how you all appeared in my dream," Derek commented.

"Casey pulled us in. She can manipulate dreams," Joey said.

"Huh?" Derek, Max, and Sam asked.

"Yeah, we're Dream Masters," Casey added. The three boys became even more confused.

"What?" they chorused.