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Minutes later, Neil and the others found themselves sitting in the living room, trying to figure out their next move.

"What do we do now?" Emily wondered.

"Well, Dr. Gordon got lucky. Not many people escape from Krueger," Nancy stated, as she inched closer to Rod.

"Yeah. No kidding," Rod agreed, taking her hand. Though she didn't look it, the singer could tell she was frightened.

"Well, I feel great. That Hypnocil totally works," Alicia enthused.

"Yeah. I was pretty pleased to find it myself," Nancy agreed. Rod and Capt. Thompson chuckled softly.

"So, you three have faced this guy before?" Dr. Gordon questioned, changing the subject.

"Yes. Six years ago. Krueger's first murder was my friend, Tina Gray," Nancy replied.

"Stupid me, I thought Rod did it," Capt. Thompson said with a shake of his head.

"It's all right. It was a natural assumption," Rod dismissed. "I mean, I was covered in her blood," he continued.

"Well, this is a lovely conversation, but I'm hungry," Jack stated.

"What?" the kids chorused.

"Dude, you're always hungry," Luke jibed. Rod and Nancy glanced at each other.

"Gee, it's kinda like you and Glen," she joked. Then, "You guys are welcome to whatever's in the fridge." Everyone went into the kitchen and immediately began raiding the refrigerator. Nancy chuckled.

"Kids," she said fondly. Rod let out his own chuckle.

"I think I better get us somethin' before the kids get it all," he declared. He then walked over the appliance and began his own foraging. Nancy leaned against the doorframe, watching the scene with a soft smile. Over the years, she had often imagined a house with lots of kids. However, the husband she had originally envisioned was Glen, and now he was dead. Though she had to admit, she could see herself with Rod…if he'd ever propose. They had been going out for two years now. Noticing the stare, Neil walked over to her.

"Hey," he said.

"You okay? I know it's a lot to digest," Nancy stated.

"I'm fine," Neil assured. Then, "So, what's the deal between you and this Rod guy? I mean, how serious are you?"

"Well, not that it's any of your business, we've been going steady for the last two years," Nancy replied.

"How did you guys get together?" Neil wondered.

"Like I said, that's none of your business," Nancy responded. Rod came up to them and passed half of his food to Nancy.

"Thanks," she said.

"I figured you could use somethin' to eat," he stated.

"You figured right. I'm, uh---I'm a little nervous," she told him, before beginning to eat.

"And when you get nervous, you eat," Rod finished.

"Picked it up from Glen," Nancy confirmed. The two were silent for a moment.

"I miss them too," Rod told her. Nancy smiled and concentrated on the food in front of her as Rod did the same. Capt. Thompson stared at the two. I'm glad they were able to turn to each other after their battle with Krueger. Rod was such a rock for Nancy…but when on Earth is he going to propose? he wondered. As they ate, Rod kept sneaking glances at Nancy. Man, she's gorgeous, he thought.

"Hey, Rod," Nancy said suddenly.

"Yeah?" Rod queried, wiping his mouth.

"How come it took us so long to get together?" Nancy wondered.

"You were Glen's girl…and Tina---well…I was her guy," Rod answered.

"Yeah. I guess it was kinda weird at first, huh?" Nancy realized. Rod reached out to touch her face.

"You're beautiful," he said.

"And you're a flatterer," she responded. They leaned towards each other. Rod caressed Nancy's cheek and she clasped the hand. Rod's lips were almost upon Nancy's when they heard someone clearing their throat. With simultaneous groans, the two pulled apart.

"This isn't the time or the place," Neil scolded. Nancy muttered something intelligible, but Rod had sneaking suspicion it was a line he used very often and had to stifle a chuckle.

"My girl," he said fondly, reaching back to ruffle her hair. Nancy let out a small chuckle. Neil just stared at them with a frown. That should be him flirting and laughing with Nancy. Not this grunge-guy. She wasn't even in his type. Meanwhile, a bored Wade wandered back into the living room and turned on the t.v.

"Dumb, dumb, dumb, boring, dumb…" This went on for a few minutes, before he yawned. He blinked, trying to stay awake, but soon lost the fight. Suddenly, something hit the side of the house. Wade jerked awake. There was a chuckle from outside. Wade straightened up.

"Who's there?" he asked, rising to his feet.

"Wade," a voice whispered. There was the sound of something hitting the house.

"What in the world?" the musician complained irritably. The sound came for a third time and he walked out of the house.

"You're really starting to tick me off!" he warned. Something flew through the air and hit him on the arm.

"HEY!" he shouted. "Who do you think you are, you freak?" he grumbled to himself as he started down the steps.

"Wade," he heard a man whisper. Wade frowned. Who was this guy? He heard sharp rapping sound.

"Okay, annoying," Wade declared. Then there was a screeing sound. "Correction: annoying and freaky," he continued. However, he continued down the street.

"Wade. Over here," a man said. Wade sighed in annoyance and walked out into the street.

"Whoever you are, you better show yourself," he called. There was a knowing cackle. Then, he saw a man in the middle of the street.

"Who---who are you?" Wade questioned. The man cackled. Then, he let his right hand scrape against a garbage can lid. Wade gulped. That was just freaky. He took off. Without warning, he felt himself bump into something. To his surprise, the man was now in front him! He grabbed Wade's throat and let his blades cut the skin. Hearing garbled sounds from the living room, the others ran in to see what was going on.

"WADE!" Luke screamed, rushing towards his brother. Just as he reached the older man, Wade was lifted into the air.

"Wha---" Luke's question was cut off as he was knocked to the ground. Wade gagged as blood poured from four wounds on his neck. Capt. Thompson quickly drew his gun and fired. There was a loud roar of pain and Wade dropped to the floor.

"Wade! Wade! WADE!" Luke screamed, rushing to his brother. "Oh, no. Oh, no. No. No." He began crying.

"Luke, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Nancy said emotionally. Capt. Thompson walked over to where his bullet had landed, bent down, and picked it up.

"Dang. I don't believe it," he said.

"What is it, Daddy?" Nancy questioned.

"He can be hurt when someone's dreaming," Capt. Thompson revealed.