A/N: A recent guest review asked about the whole thing with Tracy and Jade. The idea is that the story takes place 18 years since the events of "Freddy's Dead" so Tracy is about 35 and Jade is 17.

Hopefully that clarifies things if I didn't make it clear enough.

Love the reviews and each day more followers...Really awesome.

BTW: SKRowling? Was that you in the comments? If so, great to have you back.

"Oh, my god Andre!"

He turned around and saw Cat running up to him.

"What happened to you?" she asked, pointing to the big bandage on his cheek.

"Uh, you noticed?" he grinned rubbing it.

"How did it happen?" Cat asked, concerned.

Andre swallowed and chuckled nervously. "Don't know how to explain it…but…I kind of did it in my sleep."

Cat gasped. "Did you try shaving in your sleep?"

"No," Andre responded, shaking his head.

"'Cuz my brother used to shave in his sleep and then the owners of the pet store got real mad."

"Oh look," Andre said relieved. "It's Rob."

"Hey you two," the curly-haired boy smiled. "What's doin'?"

"Hey Robbie," Cat squealed, taking his hand. He winced and almost pulled it away. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing."

Cat opened his hand and her eyes grew wide at the dark mark on his palm.

"You're hurt…" she mused.

"Is that a burn?" Andre asked.

"Yeah…yeah it is."

"How you managed that?" he queried.

Robbie looked at his feet and bit his lip.

"Robbie," Cat folded her arms, squinting her eyes. "Why won't you tell us?" If there was one thing Cat Valentine could never stand it was being lied to.

"You're gonna think I'm crazy," he said to Cat.

"Um, Rob" Andre interjected. "Do you forget who you're talking to?"

Cat whips around and glares at Andre. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," he quickly blurted out, raising his hands. "I'm sorry."

"Okay," Robbie touched Cat's shoulder and she gave him her full attention. "I was in this…strange place. I was looking for you, actually." Cat looked at him puzzled. "I swear I never had a dream like this before."

Andre's ears perked up at the mention of a dream.

"Anyways," Robbie continued. "This place…it was like a basement or boiler room…And I kept calling for you and calling for you and sometimes I could hear you calling for help. While I was looking for you, I burned my hand…"

"In the dream?" Cat gasped.

Robbie nodded. "Then there…there was this…guy, I guess." He looked into the middle distance; not trying to remember but in trying to find the courage to remember. "He was burned…" Robbie held up his palm. "Much worse than this, trust me…"

"Hey Rob," Andre flicked his head. "Did he have like…knives for fingers?"

Robbie's shoulders slinked, letting his backpack drop to the floor and he backed into the lockers. "What did you say?"

Andre nodded. "Was it a glove, like something he could have made…"

The boy in glasses covered his ears and sank to the floor, his knees close to his chest. Cat knelt beside Robbie and hugged him.

"Okay," Andre getting antsy. "Rob and I dreamed about the same creep and we both have battle scars."

Cat shook her head. "But that's impossible. It was probably a coincidence."

"It wasn't," Andre pressed. "This never happened before and why is it that the one time it did; we bring something out of our dream?"

"Look," the redhead more irritated in her tone. "You both dreamed of a man with a knife glove; wears a hat and striped sweater…"

"Cat," Robbie looked at the girl in the eye. "We didn't mention anything about a hat and sweater."

The redhead's face went coma white.

"Hey, guys" Andre said morbidly. "I just had a thought."

"What?" Robbie asked.

"Well, if I got cut and it was real and you got burned and it was real…what if he killed one of us?"

Cat held her head. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Tracy said in awe of Doc's scrapbook.

He had been keeping aware of strange cases. Doc has always fancied himself as a true crime buff but after supposedly "killing" Fred Krueger, a dead man, almost twenty years ago; he kept his ears out for anything that defied explanation.

"I have been cataloging these incidents for years," Doc remarked. "And each one is more fantastic than the last."

Tracy read the clippings of local newspapers and printouts of outlets from further away. Various teens and children were vanishing mysteriously or never leaving their home or school. But the result was almost always the same: the bodies were found in very bizarre circumstances. Most of the time, these kids didn't know one another. They weren't connected through class, race, age, geographic location, or anything. Investigators were going crazy trying to figure out these murders and suicides around the area.

"Have you noticed something with the timeline?" Doc asked.

Tracy nodded. "His reach is growing. But why now?"

Doc looked at her confused.

"Why kill Maggie now?" she asked.

"Maybe," he scrunched his face. "She was a threat."

Tracy looked at him. "Maybe. Or maybe he wanted to make a point."

"And what would that be?"

"That no one is safe." Tracy started walking out the office and down the hallway. "I need to start packing. I have to find her, Doc."

Trina was startled from her book by the slamming of the front door. She looked up and saw a blur resembling her little sister running up the steps, crying. She dogeared her page and left her novel on the coffee table.

"Tori?" she called out, starting up the steps after her.

She across a closed door. Trina knocked. "Tor? You okay?"

"No," she sobbed on the other side. Her voice was muffled. Trina opened the door and sure enough, Tori was lying face down on her bed crying her eyes out.

"What happened, Tori?" she asked.

"Go away," she responded.

"Nuh-uh," Trian sat beside her sister and stroked her hair. "You can tell me." Then something in her mind clicked. "It's about Jade, isn't it?"

Tori lifted up her head, the light reflecting off her face from being half covered in tears.

"It is," Trina sighed.

"What makes you say that?" Tori asked, wiping her eyes.

"I've seen that look before," she nodded.

Tori sniffed and sat up. "Really? You mean you too..."

"Whoa, hold on. I was never dumped. i just meant that I've seen that look...in other people."

Tori rolled her eyes and sat more erect. "I wasn't dumped. We didn't even break up. I guess we didn't break up..."

"Hey," Trina smiled, pulling Tori's arm. "You can tell me all about it on the way."

"On the way where?"

"The mall. Little consumer therapy will do you some good. Besides, I need a new outfit for this weekend anyway."

"Oh, I don't wanna go out," Tori whined.

Trina finally managed to yank her baby sister to her feet. "Come on, it'll be a blasty! We'll shop, get some lunch at this new Thai place. I hear its great!"

"Alright, alright, fine" Tori sighed. "Let's go."

"So," Trina squinted as she drove. "She still hasn't told her parents about the two of you?"

Tori nodded.

"That's harsh, girl."

"Yeah," Tori whispered.

Trina then chuckled. "Remember the night you came out to mom and dad?"

"Oh God," Tori covered her eyes. "It was so embarassing."

"I think it was while we were all watching that movie...oh, man what was it again?..."

"I forget," Tori shrugged.

"Well, I know what you do remember. Mom and I happened to look over to you and dad and the two of you would always be sitting higher in your seats whenever Scarlett Johansson appeared on screen."

Tori leaned forward, burying her head in her lap. She groaned at the idea of being caught drooling like that.

"Then mom and I pulled you aside..."

"Separately" Tori added.

"Right," Trina pointed. "And I was all like 'Hey, Tor, is there something you need to tell us?'"

"Mom said pretty much the same thing."

"Nice," Trina laughed.

"Thanks, Trina" Tori sat up looking out the window. "I needed a good laugh. Even if it was at my own expense."

"Anytime," Trina punched Tori in the shoulder.

Tori pouted and held her shoulder in mock pain.

"Oh, don't be a wuss" she teased.

"Well, that hurt."

"Shake it off cuz we're almost there."