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"Randy, I can't get a hold of my dad," Sidney frowned as she looked over at Randy who was flipping through a magazine while he sat on her couch, "I didn't think he'd just leave the house without at least writing me a note, but then I thought, hey, I'm an adult now. Maybe he doesn't feel so protective now that I've moved out. Maybe he got used to not letting me know when he was going somewhere... But he's still not back and it's getting dark. He doesn't work on the weekends," she sounded very worried.

"I'm sure he's fine, Sid," Randy frowned as he put the magazine down on the coffee table and stood up. He walked over to Sidney and put his hands on her shoulders, "does he have a cell phone?" Randy wondered.

"Yeah, for work, but he left it here," she gestured toward the end table where a black cell phone was perched on top of a stack of books, "he only uses it for work, and today's Sunday. I've called all of his friends - anyone I thought he might be with. No one knows where he is. Randy, what if he was killed? We left him alone all morning. I didn't even consider that the killer might strike in the morning... or even that my father might be a target. But he was here two years ago just like you and I were. Just like Gale and Dewey. Billy and Stu almost killed him. Of course he's a part of this just as much as we are, but I left him alone. I didn't even think about the possibility of him being in danger... Randy, I'm so stupid..." she shook her head as through entirely disappointed in herself. Randy could tell by her quick, nearly breathless words, that she was becoming frantic.

"You're not stupid," Randy pulled her into a hug. He had to admit to himself that he was a bit worried for Sidney's father's sake too, but he couldn't tell her that. He had to stay optimistic for her sake, "let's just see if we can find him before you start getting worried, alright? Nothing was messed up in the house when we got here, so he had to have left on his own. You want me to drive you around town? We can check and see if anyone's seen him, or see if he's at a restaurant or bar or something? It's a small town. Someone's got to have seen him."

"I don't know where he would have gone," Sidney's voice shook, "Especially for this long. It's been hours... I don't think he would have just left without telling me. I really don't. We've got to find him."

"We will," Randy put his hand on the back of her head and hugged her closer. He wasn't entirely confident that what he said was true, but he didn't want Sidney to be worried any more than she already was. It was definitely odd that her father wasn't here, and had been gone for so long, but he was going to remain hopeful, or at least appear to, for Sidney's sake.

He couldn't help but jump when he heard the chiming of what sounded like a cell phone. He felt Sidney jump as well. They made eye contact for a brief moment. Sidney's eyes were large as she stared into his. But before either of them thought to say something, Sidney was making her way over to the table where her father's work phone was.

She glanced at Randy one more time before answering it.

"Hello?" she asked as she pressed the speaker button, so that they could both hear, and offered Randy a grimace.

Randy held his breath as a few seconds of painful silence filled the air before the person on the other line spoke.

"Sidney Prescott," the voice sounded amused, and it sounded like the same voice disguise that Stu and Billy had used two years ago, "And here I thought I was dialing your father's number..." Randy's heart sank. He hoped one of Neil's friends or co-workers just so happened to sound similar to the disguised killer's voice.

"Who is this?" she spoke in a calm voice, or at least a voice she tried to make sound calm. There was a bit of an edge to it.

"I left something in your mailbox, Sidney," the voice taunted.

"Oh yeah?" she was clearly trying very hard to sound un-phased, "and why would you do that?" Sidney glanced over to Randy and mouthed 'call Dewey' without actually saying any of the words out loud. She gestured toward the kitchen, where her land line phone was.

"You'll just have to check your mail box and see," the voice laughed.

Randy nodded and tip-toed into the other room. He heard Sidney still speaking on the other line, but wasn't listening to what she or the other voice were saying anymore. At this point, he had just one task on his mind, and it was to get a hold of Dewey before he and Sidney were butchered.

Just as he was reaching toward the phone, he heard pounding on the house's back door. Randy drew his hand back and looked over at the door. He walked cautiously back toward Sidney, "was that him knocking on the door?" he whispered, wanting to know if she had heard the killer knocking as he spoke with her on the phone. If it wasn't the speaker on the other line, did that mean there were two killers? Or was it someone else knocking...?

Sidney just shrugged and continued talking, "I'd have to be an idiot to go out there," she spoke, "just tell me who this is," as she spoke, she gestured back toward the other room, reminding Randy to call Dewey.

Randy nodded and made his way back toward the other room, watching the door carefully as he went. He picked up the phone, while still watching the unmoving door. No one was knocking anymore.

Putting the phone up to his ear, Randy began to dial. But there was no dial tone.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, hanging the phone back up, and then picking it up again. He listened, and there was still no one, "fuck," he whispered, looking back toward the door again as he dialed the number anyway. Of course, nothing happened, "fuck, fuck, fuck," he growled, putting the phone carefully back down on the receiver and tip-toeing toward the back door.

Next to the door was a window. He drew the curtain back very slowly and peeked outside. He didn't see anyone on the back step. Sighing, he dropped the curtain so that it fell back into place. He made his way back into the living room and gave Sidney a serious look, "the phone line's not working," he whispered. At least they had a cell phone, but that wouldn't do them any good with the killer on the line. Sidney would need to hang up in order for them to alert someone that they needed help, but if she did, the killer may lose his patience and come inside the house.

He saw Sidney close her eyes in frustration as she spoke to who was most likely the person responsible for murdering Martha.

Randy felt rage inside him, "give me the phone," he ordered as he held out his hand.

Sidney complied without protest.

Randy took the phone, took it off speaker and held it up to his ear, "listen," he started in a no-nonsense tone, "I'm sure I'm not the only one getting tired of your damn games. Stop speaking in riddles and tell us why you're calling. I didn't come back to Woodsboro to listen to this bullshit again."

"I'm being very clear, Randy," the killer had a slight edge to his voice now, "I told your little girlfriend exactly why I'm calling, but I can't get it through her thick skull. Check the mail box."

Randy shook his head in annoyance, "we're not walking into your trap," Randy refused, "that's the thing about copying two high school losers. They found it easy to convince dumb kids to just walk outside in the middle of the night upon the command of a psycho telling them to over the phone. Adults don't do that shit. You're not dealing with kids anymore."

"Randy, if I wanted to kill you right now, you would be dead already," the voice threatened, "the house's back door is unlocked."

Randy froze. Was that true? He began making his way slowly toward the back door. He had to check. As he walked, the killer remained silent. He likely knew that Randy would go to check the door, and was giving him all the time he needed to do so.

As he neared the door and reached toward the handle to check it, he heard another loud knock. Randy jumped back, but knew his fears needed to be suppressed. He had to lock the door to keep himself and Sidney safe. As he was reaching back toward the door, it swung open.

Randy dove toward it in an attempt to push it back closed and he heard Sidney scream from behind him, "Randy! Run!"

Try as he might, he was unsuccessful in holding the door closed. He stumbled back as the killer forced the door open and walked into the house.

Randy had fallen back against the wall when the door knocked into him. If the killer wanted to kill him, now would have certainly been his chance. Randy looked up as the killer made his way inside. He was dressed in same sort of costume as before, the black tattered robes and the ghost-face mask. He looked down at Randy for a brief moment before fixing his gaze on Sidney, who still stood a few feet away.

Without another second of pause, the killer ran after her.

"No!" Randy screamed as reached out toward the killer's leg. He was too slow and was unable to trip the mystery person up, so Randy made his way quickly to his feet and ran after them.

He could see in front of him that Sidney was running toward the front door. The killer was a few paces behind, and Randy was another few paces behind him, "leave her alone!" he begged, "Sidney, run!" It was redundant to say, but he didn't know what else he could do.

As the three of them made their way out the front door, Randy noticed something very strange. Sidney was making her way down the sidewalk and toward the gate in front of her house. Instead of using his longer legs to catch up to her, the killer turned right and ran off into the trees. Randy looked on with confusion. He stopped in his tracks and looked in the direction the killer had gone. He then looked down at the phone still in his hand. He put it up to his ear. The killer was not on the line anymore. No one was. Now would be his chance to dial the police.

Just as Randy was about to dial, he heard a piercing scream. He turned toward the noise to see Sidney out by the road. She was standing near the mail box, screaming and crying, "No!" she sobbed.

Randy rushed toward her and soon saw what had caused her distress.

Lying on the ground with his back leaning against the wooden mailbox post was a familiar figure, Sidney's father. He was covered in blood, but otherwise looked very pale. Randy's breath hitched in his throat as he knelt down and felt for a pulse. He knew he wouldn't find one, but he had to check. The man's skin was cold, and there was no pulse to be found.

He turned toward Sidney and looked up at her.

"Randy," she spoke in a shaking voice, "is... is he..."

Randy shook his head, "he's dead, Sidney," he stood up and immediately grabbed Sidney in a hug, turning her around so that she couldn't see her father's body as he squeezed her in a secure embrace, "I'm so sorry," he could still see Sidney's father's body by looking over her shoulder as he hugged her close," I'm so sorry, Sid," he didn't know what else to say. He could hardly believe this was happening. When had he been killed? How long had he been dead?

Sidney squeezed her arms around Randy as she laid her head against his chest, "this isn't happening," she whimpered in such a soft voice Randy could barely hear her. Sidney shook her head very slightly and breathed in a shaking breath. Randy could tell she was trying very hard to keep herself from crying. He held onto her tighter.

It didn't take long for Sidney to forget all about trying to remain calm and stoic. She had just found her father's body, after all, so after only a few moments of shaking breaths, she broke down into tears. Sidney sobbed into Randy's chest as he hugged her closer, rubbing his hand in circles on her back, "It's okay, Sid," he spoke, not knowing what else to say. Of course, it wasn't okay. Not even close. Some masked murderer was killing everyone they cared about, and probably planned on killing them eventually as well. There was nothing okay about any of this.

As he continued moving his hand gently over Sidney's back, Randy looked over her shoulder at Neil Prescott's slumped over body leaning against the mailbox post. This was a nightmare. He glanced around himself, toward the trees, back up at the house, with its front door hanging open so that light spilled out onto them. All was quiet. All was calm. The killer was nowhere to be seen.

Randy breathed in and out a heavy sigh as he pulled Sidney back toward the house, leading her away from her father's body. He didn't want her to see him like that again. They needed to get inside the house, where they might be safer. And he needed to call the police, but he would prefer to have Sidney sitting down, or at least not out here in the dark, only feet from her father's body while Randy called for help.

As he held onto Sidney, leading her up the sidewalk and toward her front porch, Randy peered off toward the woods again. The killer seemed to have left. He didn't want to kill either of them. He had wanted to lure them outside. He wanted them to find Sidney's father. He'd even asked them to check the mailbox when he was on the phone with them before. Randy shook his head. This killer was even worse than Billy and Stu. This person wasn't just killing people - he was playing games with unwilling participants. He had let Gale live. And now he had let Randy and Sidney live... but for what? Just to see them suffer?

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R.I.P. Neil Prescott. :'(