The Woodsboro video store had been running long before Randy Meeks was an employee there and was still running after his untimely demise. Only changes having been a wider selection of movies and new employees. Like Brandon Gardener who was currently restacking shelves in the Horror, section. Many returns have come in early, mostly teen screams and serial killer movies.

Focusing on his work, trying not to put the movies out of order or else he'll have the manager all over his ass.

"H, I, J…"

"I think the letter you're looking for is K." Sean said, walking over to his friend. A smug look on his face.

"Yeah, I knew that." Brandon said, depositing another DVD on the shelf.

"Sure you did, man. You coming to the party tonight?" He asked, while also messing with the order of the shelved DVD's.

Looking up from where he was rearranging the movies Brandon smiled a weird-ish smile.

"Yeah man, I wasn't sure if, you know…you were going. After everything that's been going on…you know, maybe you should sit this one out." Brandon said trying not to make it seem like he didn't want his friend there but also trying to make his friend not go. He's seen these movies before. He knows how this works and guys like Sean either don't make it or they kill guys like Brandon.

"Well I am. Dani's going to be there and I'm gonna try to make it up to her. Pull a Billy Loomis without the murder and death." A bit of a grim look on his face as the words came out.

"And the sex? You really think Hay's just gonna loan you a room to do it in?" Brandon asked, focusing back on the movies.

"Maybe. Not one hundred percent on that part yet." Sean smiled, a laugh in his voice.

"Ahh, So, do you think this is gonna be it? You know, like what they said in Stab 6...the whole third act main cast bloodbath. Were the main cast man!" Brandon said, walking away from the horror section and back towards the checkout counter.

"You watch too many movies, Brand." Sean said, following his friend.

"Do I? Maybe that will keep me alive. Look at Randy; he was all movie aficionado-y. He at least lived to see a sequel."

"Yeah? That didn't save Bobbie in STAB 6. Plus, I think that's more his territory isn't it?" Sean said as his eyes moved towards the double doors, more specifically who just walked through them.

"Shit! What is he doing here?" Brandon exclaimed, Trevor hadn't ever showed up as long as Brandon had been working here. He began busying himself, trying not to look like he was talking about Trevor.

"Why? Scared of him. Think he's the killer?" Sean spoke the end in a faux whisper.

"I don't know who, the killer is man. I just know that that kid gives me a vibe that is not of the good!"

"Well, he's coming over. Better look alive." Sean chuckled at the end. Moving out of the way for the fast approaching reporter.

"Hey, guys." Trevor greeted the duo.

"Hey. What do you want?" Sean said, a grin on his face but a tone in his voice that wasn't exactly friendly.

"Just…checking in. How are you guys doing, after…everything?"

"Everything what? My girlfriend almost being killed and then blaming me for everything? Yeah, I'm doing perfect." Sean said, trying to keep his calm but failing.

"Man, calm down." Brandon said, giving his friend a look before turning his attention back to Trevor. "Were good man. What's up with you?" Brandon asked, a calm tone to his voice.

"I was wondering if you guys were going to the party tonight. If either of you had a feeling about it." Trevor asked, a bit nervous.

"Yeah man were going. What kind of a feeling are you talking about?" Brandon asked, trying to understand the strange boy.

"A…bad feeling. Like tonight is going to be the final act in this show." He answered, tightning his grip on the bag on his shoulder.

"Yeah, man. Kinda…but it's not like we have a choice." Brandon answered solemnly.

"Yeah…I know what you mean. I gotta go but I'll catch you guys tonight, later." Trevor turned with a wave before exiting the video store. The other two boys watching him through the glass until he was out of sight.

"So I get what you meant by "not good" vibes." Sean said, breaking the silence.

'Right! He's weird." Brandon said, moving from behind the counter.

"He's awkward. Hardly a serial killer. Plus where would he get the strength to murder someone?"

"Maybe he's the brains of the operation."

"You're paranoid. And I am out. I gotta go get ready. I'll see ya later." Sean said as he walked away from his friend and out the door.

"Yeah yeah, it'll save my ass too…hopefully." The last word muttered as he smiled fakely at a customer who had been trying to get his attention.