It took them at least one night to arrive in New Jersey. Given that sleeping in the van wasn't particulary comfortable, none of them had actually been able to sleep at all. Or at the very least never long enough to be bothered with dreams of any kind. This thing seemed to please Lori alone though. For some reason she's the only one in the group that's really bothered with the her dreams.

The next morning, the group arrived somewhere in the woods. It stopped in front af a cabin, the one in which they were all to spend the entire break in. Lori was the first one to get out of the van. She took a deep breath, stretched her arms as she said: "We're here at last."

The van's back doors opened. Bill got out, still smoking dope: "Dude! This place's awesome"

"Are ya gonna stand there smokin' all day, Freeburg?" Kia complained, "Or are ya gonna help us takin' out the bags ?"

This remark of Kia's made Gibb relise something she hadn't questionned to Kane before: "Say, how come could you stand him smoking in the van?"

"I didn't." he replied as he took out his bag, "But he gets pissed if I ask him not to smoke."

Gibb said "Oh." with which she indicated she understood.

Everybody carried their own bags into the cabin. The last one to enter the cabin however, was Lori. She couldn't help but feel that they were being watched. Must be the recurring nightmares, she thought to herself, and entered anyway.

The rest of the day was considerably active, given that most of them were to tired to even take one step forward. Most of them took their time to put all of their stuff in their rooms, their clothes in the closets, and so on. Kia, unlike anyone else, didn't even wait until it was her turn to take a shower, and went skinny dipping into the lake instead.

Around twilight, everyone was sitting at the lake. Damian was smoking some more, making Kane, who was drinking some beer (as was Gibb), a little distant. Will is throwing rocks in the lake. Charles, nor Kia were particulary doing anything. Lori was the one to interrupt the silence: "So Gibb, feeling any better?"

"Well…" she had no idea what to reply, and looked away. This way she caught a glimpse of Kane and replied: "I'm all right."

Will didn't think that was convincing: "Well Gibb, there's no better place but out here in the country to relax, and get over all of the excitement!"

"I don't think so!" Kane disagreed.

Everyone looked at him in surprise. Especially Kia wasn't pleased with him saying such a thing.

"Whadoyamean 'I don't think so'? Why wouldn't da country be any good?"

"There's nothin' wrong with the country," Kane explained, "but there IS about this place. Hard to believe one would get over one other's death by goin' to Camp Blood."

Everyone looked shocked. Gibb however wasn't entirely sure she heard him right, so she asked: "Camp… Blood?"

Kane answered, seemingly pleased: "Yep!"

"Where's that?" Gibb asked, for some reason convinced that her friends wouldn't want to bring her to a place like this.

"Right where we're sittin'." Kane replied, with a tone as if this was a stupid question.

"Al right! That's it!" Kia was having another tantrum.

But Lori tried to maintain the peace: "Why didn't you tell us earlier ?"

"Well I'm very sorry!" Kane said, rather cynically, "But nobody told me we were goin' here! And by the time I found out, it was to late to pull back!"

"Dude, why do they call it Camp Blood here?" Bill asked, trying to get back on subject.

Wether Kane was about to start, none of them will ever know, because before anyone could say a word, Kia had her say: "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Lemme give you a tip. We're here so she would forget the body so we don't need ya to talk about some murder or something that has been commited here!

"Lemme give YOU one now!" Kane said with a mock tone, "If I don't talk about it, yeh'd start thinking bad things, and that would make things worse. Besides, YOU already made it worse by mentioning murder. I didn't say anything about a murder! Did I?"

"Ya… Why ya…" it took a while before Kia knew what she felt she had to say, "Ya're an even bigger fucking asshole then Linderman is!"

Charles felt she just crossed a line here: "You know Kia! I used to think you hated me because I wasn't good enough to belong to your group, but that's not it. You see, after seeing you acting like that on Kane, I relised you just tear us down to make you feel better because you really hate yourself. Which is kinda pathetic if you actually stop by and think about it, assuming of course you can think with all that make-up weighting down your face!"

Charles was out of breath. Clearly he wanted to say this for a long time, and looked relieved to have finally done so. Kia on the other hand almost bursted out into tears, but kept herself strong, she didn't want to give someone like Charles the pleasure of watching her cry.

There was an awkward silence, which Gibb interrupted: "So Kane, are you still gonna tell us?"

Kane was taking a few sips of his beer as she asked, but stopped abrubtly to question her question: "Sure you wanna hear this?"

"Didn't I ask you to tell me, earlier in the van?" Gibb returned the favour.

Still not determined to answer her questions, Kane asked: "How do you know it's the same thing?"

Smiling, she answered: "Just a hunge!"

Kane wanted to take another sip of his beer, but noticed soon enough that there is no more beer left in his bottle. He set it down, and got up as he said: "Very well then."