SHOUT OUTS/ANSWERS

Yeah. I sensed that. We'll see. Thanks, you too.

StoryTagger: Yep. Unfortunately, that's true. Don't know yet. Okey-dokey. Yikes. Hmm. I see. Yeah, that's a good thing. I would be too. Sorry this isn't soon enough.

XxBiTTeRxxSWeeT: Wow. Good person to kill. Don't blame you. I blew hot and cold on him. Thanks. Thanks. Sure. Sorry this isn't soon enough.

DISCLAIMER

Okay, okay, I know everyone wants to burn me at the stake, but just bear with me: the school year's been crazy. NOES belongs to Wes Craven and New Line Cinema and LWD belongs to Canadian Television and Disney.

Several minutes later, Casey was all cried out.

"There. That feel better?" Joey questioned.

"A little," Casey replied, wiping away the tears. "I just don't see how Max could--"

"He's an idiot," Joey interrupted.

"Come on, let's take you home," Rod said.

"Yeah. There's nothing we can do here and you're in no shape for school," Nancy added.

"No. I'm okay. Just give me a minute," Casey told them.

"You sure?" Joey checked. Casey nodded.

"Thanks, for uh--letting me ruin your shirt," she said.

"No worries. That's what we got laundry for," he said. She laughed. He slipped an arm around her shoulder.

"Come on, keener. I'll take you to your next class," he told her.

"Thug," she said fondly. Nancy and Rod looked at each other.

"I think that's our cue to leave," Nancy stated.

"Yeah, we don't exactly go to school here," Rod agreed. With that, they left. As they walked into the class together, Casey could feel everybody's eyes on them. Joey squeezed her shoulders and sat her down in a chair.

"Casey, are you okay?" Emily questioned.

"I'm fine…thanks to Rod, Nancy, and Joey," Casey responded, taking her things out and arranging them on her desk.

"Max will come around. He was probably just upset," Emily comforted. Casey scoffed.

"And that's an excuse?" she asked.

"Well--" her friend's voice trailed off. The girl really didn't know what to say to that.

"I was so stupid. I mean, he's just some dumb jock," she said.

"Casey," Emily said in surprise. Then, the teacher began lecturing and both girls were busy scribbling notes. However, twenty minutes into the class, the teacher's voice became droning and Casey had to fight to stay awake. She shook her head and tried to focus on her notes. However, it soon turned out to be a losing battle. SCREE! Casey jumped up out of her seat. No one seemed to notice, but this didn't surprise the girl. No one ever noticed what happened in a dream unless it was their own or she brought them. The girl quickly ran down the hall. Okay, Krueger. What are you playing at? she wondered. Suddenly, she became aware of soft rose petals beneath her feet.

"What?" she asked. Too weird, she thought to herself. Nevertheless, she followed the trail. Her surprise mounted when the trail ended and she saw Max.

"Hi. Do you like it?" he asked timidly. No, no, no, no, no. This all wrong, she thought to herself. Max wasn't like this. She wished he was, but he wasn't.

"It's…great," she answered, trying to figure out what Krueger was up to. Almost as if he had read her mind, the Max look-alike continued. "I just wanted to apologize for being such a jerk. I should've known you'd never willingly let anything happen," he said. "Do you forgive me?" he questioned.

"You know, I would…except you're not Max," Casey answered, as she willed herself into her punk attire, complete with the two switchblades. Krueger roared and charged at her. Casey did a back flip, just barely escaping the attack. Their blades clashed and clanged. Krueger grunted and slashed her in the side. Casey grunted in pain and doubled over. Krueger took advantage of the momentary distraction to flick her back with a flick of his wrist. Casey suddenly found herself pinned to a bed that hadn't been there before. With another waved of his hand, a cuff came down over her wrist. A third movement of Krueger's hand brought the second cuff clamping over her other wrist. The ankle cuffs soon came down over her ankles. Krueger laughed sinisterly as Casey struggled. She tried to scream, but a final wave of his hand made her inaudible.

"Casey?" Emily questioned. She and her classmates stood up and gathered around the girl who had suddenly fallen out of her seat and had then had spread out eagle-style.

"Casey?" she questioned, kneeling down, and checking her neck pulse. She sighed in relief when she felt the throbbing beneath her fingers.

"Get a nurse!" she ordered. A boy ran to do so.

"Casey? Casey?" Emily questioned. However, there was no answer.