It was another normal rainy day in the midst of summer and Peg found herself and an unwilling Kevin driving home from a glamorous (at least in her opinion) shopping trip; bags filling the back seat.

Smiling to her self the woman thought about how glad she was that she had gotten wind of the clearances from Marge the day before.

But as the day grew short and the rain darkened the sky the mother found her mood dampening, the darkness of the rain stealing the clarity of the view.

She found herself beginning to worry, remembering tales of the accidents that happened in this particular. Not to mention Bill was waiting at home for dinner and Kevin was becoming restless.

In her worry she couldn't see what moved in between the shadows, watching intently.

But nonetheless unease filled the woman enough that she turned on the radio to a random station so she might forget the interfering thoughts.

Hmmm, interesting.

The song that came on was one like she had never heard.

Completely instrumental the lightness of it danced about her as if it were snow, angelic voices calming her, lifting her into oblivion and happiness.

Falling snowflakes, dancing, Edward.

She had the overwhelming urge to mention it to her son.

"Doesn't this song remind you of Edward?" she asked lightly, still floating.

"Who cares? We haven't even seen the freak in what, three years."

"Kevin!" scolded Peg, finding herself speeding up involuntarily, trying to fight the urge to injure her son.

"I mean, come on, he had scissors for hands and all he did was cut the bushes into freaky shapes and do stupid haircuts."

The mother's concentration was breaking, her speed continuing to increase, her patience beginning to break.

"Be quiet right this minute, Kevin Boggs! Don't you dare disrespect Edward. He was one of the kindest-"

"mom?" said Kevin, his tone changed entirely. He spoke now as if he were trying to point something out.

"Quiet. I've had enough of your back-"

"MOM!"

It was too late.

In a sudden flash of headlights and a mind-jerking stop, the two occupants of the car seemed to be in shock.

"We hit someone," said the boy quietly in disbelief.

"We fucking hit someone!" he yelled out shaking.

"Watch your mouth young man. I'll go see who it is. Stay here," spoke the mother still slightly in shock as she took a flashlight out of the glove compartment and left the car to investigate.

How fast had she been going?

Pretty fast…

God, I hope whoever they are, their okay.

...

Once out of the car and into the torrents of rain Peg could see the hazy vision of a young woman, whether it be from the rain or her own dizziness, she couldn't be sure.

All she knew, besides the pain she felt from the crash, that the girl was looking at her for moments, before passing out.

Could it of been from pain?

Peg bit her lip, feeling an immense wave of fear for this stranger. If she dies, Peg would be at fault, and she wasn't she if she would be able to bear that guilt.

She moved closer, the wind whipping the rain against her.

She could see the girl breathing.

She breathed a breath of relief before noticing that she wore a large black trench coat and a hood. All black.

Could she be from a gang?

And why was she walking around a highway this time of night in a torrential downpour?

No matter, this wasn't the time to be making rash decisions.

Once again the woman moved closer, noticing that with the thick layers she wore and all the black it would be hard to tell how wounded the girl was.

Her thoughts turned to curiosity to see her face which was shrouded by the hood.
Carefully she removed to see nostalgic features; a pale face tinted with blue, especially around her eyes and purple lips.

Could this have been from the cold?

The woman brushed her finger across her cheek.

Warm.

She also noticed the silvery lines of scars about her face and the strange lack of eyebrows.

Was this something, someone in a gang would do?

No…it reminded her more of Edward, especially her hair which was as black as a raven's and as messy as it's nest.

Quickly, the woman dismissed her thoughts of the man she once thought of as her son and moved to search for an ID of some sort.

Finding the pockets of the trench coat which the girl had her hands in still, Peg started to pull a hand out to look for a wallet or something of the sort but instead saw a metal handle of a knife.

Maybe this girl really was from a gang?

Nonetheless Peg continued to pull out the metal object to discover it wasn't a knife at all.

To her shock it was a….

Scissorhand.

She really was like Edward, perhaps a relative, or even a sister…she had to know
him.
The woman felt her heart melting. She had to take this girl in, with more precaution of course, but hopefully this scissorhanded girl might know more about Edward.
If he was okay.

All peg knew was that he was alive for Kim had told her-only her.

She thought about this as she started attempting to pick the girl up.

Heavy… like trying to pick up steel.

The mother found herself half-dragging the unconscious girl towards the car while shouting to Kevin who looked a bit more then freaked out.

"Kevin honey, can you please make some space in the back seat and get a blanket out of the trunk?"

Kevin shouted back a sure and rushed to the tasks.

He obviously hadn't gotten a good look at her yet.

In less than a minute the back seat was clear and while Kevin searched for the blanket in the trunk Peg managed to get the stranger into the back seat.

Soon her son came rushing around with the blanket as he handed it to her he saw.

"WHAT! No Way," he yelled backing away.

"We can't take that with us….That has to be breaking a law or something."

The mother ignored her idiotic son's behavior for a moment as she placed the blanket over the girl.

She couldn't stop thinking though. Others would react the same way and she didn't want another incident like what happened with Edward. Rumors and Cameras followed her family around for almost a year, making it impossible to get any peace after his "death."

She would just be more cautious this time.

No one would know.

Peg covered the girl a bit more with the blanket before getting back into the car.
Kevin was already sitting down, arms crossed, mumbling about how stupid all this was.

It was an awkward drive home, even though the radio was turned up to some funky upbeat jazz station.

And once there, Kevin rushed to get out of the car grabbing a few of the bags under his mother's orders.
The woman grabbed some too following after her son taking in a deep breath.

Thankfully Bill was inside watching the game.

Maybe she could sneak the girl in later.

No.

He had cared for Edward too, even if he didn't show it. He deserved to know.
"Bill," she called with a false cheerfulness.

"Can you help me with some stuff from the car, please."

"Sure" called the man back in his lazy tone.

When they both got into the garage and he saw her Peg started her rushed explanation before he could say a word.

"I…well…hit her by accident-I mean she dashed in the front of the car or something and I was rushing-mad at Kevin…" she paused for a moment while Bill calmly raised an eyebrow.

He hadn't seen her hands yet and was probably thinking Peg should have taken her to a hospital.

"I couldn't just leave her there…so I took her here."

"No problem as all," said the man with a sigh as he went to help bring the girl in.

Then the blanket fell.

"Scissorhands?"