AN: Just to clear up some confusion I noticed in the reviews, In this version, Jamie's son Stephen is also the son of Dr. Wynn, the man in shadows or dark man who freed Michael from jail. Michael Myers is not Stephen's father. In this version, Jamie was not artificially inseminated with Michael's sperm. She was raped by Dr. Wynn, not Michael. The whole "child of incest" thing was too much to work with and also kind of nasty. So, Stephen is Dr. Wynn's son.

Thanks to Spooky Fox, Orange Rain, Megumiskura, Neko, Nathan, and Envious Fidelity for your reviews and support. Please check out my other story, The Lost Girls, as well as these authors' works.

Also, please remember that my familiarity with the Halloween movies is not very concise. Many of the details I use, I have had to find online. If a discrepancy is NOT explained as significant to the storyline, please let me know and I am glad to correct it. Remember, some aspects of the story are based on deleted scenes or alternate cuts of the movie.

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Jamie stayed close to Michael as he explored his childhood home. She wasn't taking any chances with his being here. Michael seemed interested in every corner of the house. There wasn't an inch he didn't examine. The home was still furnished, but everything was covered with dirt and grime. There appeared to have been a struggle in some rooms. Michael explored the master bedroom with great interest, but it was his older sister's bedroom where he stood in the doorway and stared. It took a full five minutes before Michael entered and started investigating. The last room he went into was his own bedroom.

The room was still decorated for a boy. Jamie had no idea if that was how it looked when Michael was a boy. He spent the most time in this room, seemingly fascinated by the most mundane things... the closet, a spot on the carpet. It was in that closet that Michael reached into the back. Jamie heard the scraping of wood, and then Michael reappered, holding a clown mask. Apparently, it had been in some hiding space of his. Jamie was shocked as Michael reached up and pulled off the white mask. He didn't keep it off for very long, but Jamie was able to see his face clearly.

Despite the many attempts to kill him, Michael didn't bear a single mark. She didn't know why she was surprised; she herself bore no scars. Michael's face showed some signs of aging, although not nearly as much as most people his age. Physically, he appeared in his thirties, with only crow's feet and lines in his forehead. Jamie was most struck by his resemblance to her mother. Michael's hair was the same light brown, the eyes the same blue. The resemblance was uncanny.

As Michael pulled the clown mask over his face, Jamie knelt down to him. "Michael, you don't need to wear a mask," she said, trying to pull it off. Michael's hands grasped hers over his mask. An odd keening sound came from his throat. Shocked, Jamie realized he was trying to talk. "Ugg.. ugg..." Michael tried unsuccessfully. "Michael, do you think you're ugly?" Jamie asked. Michael didn't try to speak anymore; he only nodded. Jamie didn't know what to say. Removing her hands from his mask, she said, "Michael, you can wear the mask if you want to. But you don't need it. You're not ugly. You're not ugly at all."

Michael looked up at her through the undersized eyeholes of the mask. Jamie could see they were teary. He rocked himself back and forth, until Jamie reached her arms around him and hugged him. Michael froze. Jamie did the same, concerned she'd set him off. Instead, Michael reached up, pulled off the mask, and handed it to her. His eyes wouldn't meet hers. Jamie smiled, and taking the mask, said, "Thank you, Michael." Michael smiled softly.

It wasn't much later when they returned to the front entryway, where John had refused to move from. John was shocked to see someone looking so much like his mother walking towards him. It took a moment to realize it was Micheal. He didn't say a word. He couldn't have if he'd tried.

The three of them made camp in the living room floor, taking anything they needed from the rooms. When they were done, Jamie began telling them her plan.

"The Thorn is going to have Danny in the same place that they had me. There's no way they wouldn't. I don't know how, but I have the feeling that they're going to do something, and soon. As soon as Danny kills, the curse will take him. There's no other way about it. Michael will no longer be directly influenced by the curse at that point, he'll be like me. Unfortunately, that means we'll have a new Halloween killer on our hands with a much larger family to choose from.

We're going in tomorrow night. I'm too worried not to. A part of me wants to go in now. We're going to wait, and rest, because I don't know what it'll be like there now. Either way, we have to get Danny away from his family. The curse can only be triggered by killing a family member. They'll do anything to make sure he does."

John was confused. "Why now? Isn't he a grown man? Why not earlier?" he asked.

"Think about it. The Thorn doesn't know about you. Our mother made sure of that. They believe I'm dead. Your mother only died recently," Jamie replied. "They think Michael's done, and he's resting. Once the entire family is killed, the cursed one sleeps. Not alive, not dead. Just sleeping. The Thorn thinks that it's time to call another, while really it'll be an extra."

John's eyes widened. This was bad. It would essentially be like having two Michael Myers. Especially when the spell wore off. John couldn't imagine another family going through this. His thoughts were interupted by the front door pushing open.

John and Jamie jumped; Michael turned his head slowly to look at the door. Jamie whispered, "Tommy."

The man standing there nodded. "Yeah. You want to tell me what you're doing in town? Why you ran when I called to you? Or better yet, why don't you tell me how the hell you were impaled and then shot in the head, and you lived?"