Recap: Tami had to run away from the sanitarium and is now in Haddonfield on the Halloween Michael came home. She learned he was there and that she was supposed to be dead because Michael took the blame for all that she did. She ended up hiding in his house until he came. When she confronted him though, he didn't seem to recognize her…and Michael doesn't like people in his house…

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Part 2: Looking for Tamara

Chapter 5: Mina, He Loves You Still

Tami was frozen where she stood. She didn't know whether to run into his arms and risk him killing her or away and being away from him forever. They spent the longest time just staring at each other. It became evident to Tami that he didn't know who she was. Michael clutched the knife tighter.

It was true: Michael didn't know it was Tami. Tami had changed. She used to always wear white. It was strange, but he never really saw her as a girl. She was always dressed appropriately and normally had her hair in a ponytail or bun. Her makeup had always been very subtle, too. She hadn't been slutty or sexy like Judith had been. Now, she was wearing black and orange. He could see her breasts and her long legs. Her eyes were glittered with eyeliner and her lips were painted. Her hair was straightened and hung loosely down her back. She had let it grow out, too. After only ever seeing her in her uniform, she was unrecognizable to him and most other people. The only way Loomis had recognized her was the fact that he'd seen her all dressed up before and he knew her voice well from listening to a tape over and over again on which she had spoken.

But Michael saw her as just another teenage girl who had broken into his house to have sex with her boyfriend. Just another victim to him.

Tami saw that, too. And for once, she was afraid of him. "Michael, please, it's me," she said.

He cocked his head slowly and looked at her. Unfortunately, "me" wasn't familiar to him. He slowly walked towards her and backed her against the wall. The blade came down fast and she ducked with a yelp, narrowly missing getting her throat slit. Then she pushed him away with all her might and made a break for the door. She was now in a panic. Michael not only could, but was trying to kill her. She tugged on the door knob but the door was locked. Her growing anxiety made it too hard for her to unlock it fast enough. She turned around to see Michael standing at the end of the hall. He began to walk towards her.

"Michael, please, I'm your friend," she said, but she knew he didn't remember. She ran to the stairs and took them two at a time. She knew the house and she knew that most of the doors were locked. She tried desperately to open any of them as Michael came up the stairs, his footsteps blended in with the beat of her heart. She was screwed. All the doors in the hall she had chosen were locked. Michael was now at the end of the hall coming towards her. She let out a little sob.

It's strange to know that you are going to be killed by someone you love unconditionally. Tamara was petrified and yet she was so in love with him. She felt bad for him and yet she was afraid of him.

The thing was that she knew she could fight him off, but to do that, she would have to seriously hurt him if not kill him. She couldn't bring herself to do that. She had to remind him that he loved her. She made one last attempt to reach him.

"Michael," she now softly said, "Michael, please. You know me. Don't you remember? It's me, Tamara. Michael, you know me. You know me,"

Michael kept walking towards her unaffected by her words. He was only steps from her.

"You promised," she was sharper now; "Don't you remember you promised? Don't you remember?"

He was right in front of her with the knife raised high above her head like a storm cloud waiting to strike her with a bolt of lightning. She was on the verge of tears, now.

"Please," she whined, "Don't you remember this?" she caught his free hand and hooked her pinky around his.

Immediately, the knife fell from his hand. Tami then wrapped her arms around him and sobbed into his chest. Gently, he held her close to him, too. He was almost crying, too. He almost killed her. He had promised to protect her and he almost killed her right there. He could never let anything hurt her again. He loved her. He really did…

Tami then fell limp in his arms. She was exhausted. Michael easily picked her up and carried her to his old room. She was so beautiful when she slept. He could have sat there all night and just watched her. But he had work to do.

Michael remembered the day she left. He broke out of his cell easily. Going down to the bathroom, he found the bloody mess Tami had left. He smeared himself with their blood. It was all over his arms when he finished. Then he ripped the security camera out of the wall. It wasn't one that recorded and no one had been watching. He then returned to his bed and awaited the hell that was coming in the morning.

Tami was safe now, though, he just had to find his sister. And kill her. He was at the door when he heard Tami again.

"Michael! Michael! Please, don't go!" she ran up and hugged him from behind and buried her face in his chest. He turned around to face her. "Please? Stay with me?" she whined. But she could smell something on him. She knew it was blood and it didn't surprise her. Her shaking hand moved up to touch his chest. There, she found ripped green fabric dripping with the stuff. "Michael, you're hurt. You were shot,"

She touched the bullet hole and Michael's hand shot up and grabbed hers. It obviously hurt him.

"Oh, Michael," she breathed. Working as a nurse, she knew this wasn't good (but anyone could see that). She knew this would be fatal to any human.

That's when Michael fainted. Tami gasped and caught his head before it hit the wall. She dragged him into the living room and put a pillow under his head because she couldn't lift him. She then ran around the house gathering up anything she could find that would help her. There weren't very many things for her to use and certainly no medical equipment. She made do with what she had. There's no telling if what she actually did for him would have saved him. She had to tear her skirt up (or cut it using a pair of scissors) to make bandages. When she had done all she could do, she climbed onto the old, dusty couch and curled up into a ball, shaking from the experience. She was afraid to go asleep and have him die, but she was afraid to stay awake and have to watch him take his final breath.

Eventually, though, her eyes shut.

When the young girl awoke, the house was much brighter and cleaner. Michael wasn't there anymore. She heard voices in the house. She slowly stood up and wandered towards them. The broken floor boards were no longer there and the holes in the wall seemed to never have existed. Didn't act surprised, though. For some reason, everything seemed so normal.

She walked into the kitchen to see a family of three all eating breakfast. They all seemed so happy. She learned from their conversation that the mother was Edith, the father was Donald, and the daughter was Judith. Judith...

Now she remembered. Judith was Michael's sister. That must have meant…

A baby cried from upstairs. The mother groaned and got up from her seat. When she returned, she was holding the most adorable baby boy. "It's alright, Mikey," Edith said rocking him in her arms. Now Tami knew that this was Michael's family.

The scene changed now. It was nighttime and Edith had aged. She now was pregnant and dressed in a long evening gown. Judith came down the stairs with a sleeping bag and uttered something about going to a sleepover. A moment later, the doorbell rang. A much older Michael came running to the door. He opened it and a teenage girl wearing a light blue dress and a heart-shaped locket smiled and walked in. Tami was shocked. It was as though she were looking in a mirror. The girl looked exactly like her with the same dark hair and bright eyes. Her smile was like Tami's, too, but Tami didn't see that.

"Hey there, Michael!" the girl said.

"Mina! Mina! Mina!" he said and hugged her.

"Mina, I'm so glad you could make it!" Edith said, "I know it was so last minute. Are you sure you don't mind babysitting?"

"Oh, of course not! Michael's always well behaved," she said.

"Well, thank you so much! Oh! Donald!" Edith called, "We have to go! Remember, Mikey's in bed by eight and we'll be back by eleven,"

The couple left with Judith, obviously dropping her off before heading off to wherever they were headed. Mina and Michael were left in the house. Michael never seemed so happy. Tami could tell by the way he looked at her that he had a crush on her. Most boys have a crush on their babysitters, though. She just never thought Michael would.

The scene seemed to be put on fast forward. Tami followed them when it played normally again up the stairs. There she watched as Mina tucked Michael in.

"Goodnight, Mikey," Mina said.

"Wait, don't go!" Michael whined.

"Why? What's wrong?" she asked

"He'll come and get me!" he squeaked.

"Who will?" she asked walking towards his bed again.

"The boogieman!" he answered.

"The boogieman?" she laughed, "Michael, there's no such thing,"

"But Sammy Blake said there was!"

"Who's Sammy Blake?"

"A boy a school,"

"Oh? And who do you think knows more? Me or Sammy? And besides, I won't let anyone hurt you while I'm here!"

"Promise?"

"I pinky promise!" she laughed and link her little finger in with the young Michael's.

"Will you stay in here with me until I fall asleep? Please?" Michael asked.

"Sure," she said and sat down next to him on the bed. She placed her arm around him and held him close to her. Then she began to sing a soft lullaby to him. She sat there and sang a song to which Tami realized she was making up as she went along (although it was very impressive for such an impromptu performance) until Michael fell asleep.

The scene changed and Tami watched as Michael grew up and Mina babysat him and soon his new little sister. She watched them dancing one night with each other. She was certain Michael thought it was very romantic where Mina thought it was just very playful. Then she watched as Michael grew jealous of how much she liked playing with the baby. Mina assured him that she liked them both equally. Finally, she saw Mina find a hand-rolled cigarette in Judith's room and then confronting the teenage Judith about it. They got into a huge argument and Judith threatened to get Mina fired.

What the girls didn't see that Tami did was that Michael was listening. He was crying and hugging his knees like little boys aren't supposed to do.

The next scene was much worse. Michael was sitting on his mother's lap and sobbing. At first Tami thought that Mina must have been fired. Then she realized it was much worse.

"Why'd she have to die?" Michael sobbed, "Why'd she have to die?"

"I don't know, Mikey, I guess we just can't control our deaths," Edith said.

"I never told her!" he cried, "I never got to tell her!"

"Tell her what?" Edith asked.

"Tell her that I loved her,"

"Oh, honey. I'm sorry. I'm sure Mina knew that you loved her and I know she loved you very much,"

"No! I loved her like you love daddy! Now she'll never know!"

"Sweetie," but she didn't know what to say.

"Mina believed in heaven. Do you think she's there right now? Do you think she knows now?"

"Honey, I know if there is a heaven, Mina is definitely there. And I'm sure she'll be watching you," this gave Edith an idea, "Maybe God just couldn't wait to meet her. She was such a wonderful person that he wanted her to be home with him right then and there,"

"Really?"

"Really, really,"

"Mom?"

"Yes, honey?"

"How did she die?"

"She…Had and accident. That's all,"

"An accident? Like a car accident?"

"Yes, just like a car accident,"

The scene changed again. It was later that day. Another, much older, babysitter came over to watch Michael and baby Laurie. Edith and Donald were going to the funeral as evident by the black they were wearing.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to the girl?" the elderly babysitter asked.

Edith looked around, but the kids weren't there. "Well," she whispered, "Her mother and father were divorced and after that her father became an alcoholic. He had been severely bipolar to begin with. Mina had never quite gotten along with him, either. He came home drunk that night and they got into a fight somehow. I guess it was an accident, but he pushed her down the basement stairs and she was killed when her head struck the prongs of a metal rake,"

"Oh, my lord! That's horrible!" the woman exclaimed.

"Yes. Michael was devastated. He had developed quite the crush on the young lady and she had been a great sitter. I couldn't tell Michael what really happened, but he believes it was a car accident. Try not to bring it up,"

"Of course not!"

For the final change, she was standing in the middle of a white room. She turned around to see Edith. This time, though, Edith seemed to know she was there.

"Please," she was sobbing, "Please. Please help my son! Please!"

Tami stared at her a little shocked. "I—I will," she said. Then she sat straight upright. She was back in the rundown Myers' house. The adult Michael was asleep on the floor beside her. She got up and stood over him.

"So Michael," she whispered looking down at him, "Is it me? Or do you still love her?"

She was dying to know, but afraid the answer was Mina.

Was it?