Upon arriving the rehab center that day, Katherine immediately made her way to the Doc's room trying to stay calm. Krueger was dead! How could he return? Not only that, how could he write on her mirror in the real world? She knew that this was the real world, because there was nothing out of the ordinary about it and whipping the blood off he mirror was certainly real, but not before taking a picture of it. The Doc had to have an explanation about this. He had to!

"Doc!" The woman called as she entered in the man's office, holding the camera in her left hand, finding him sitting in his chair.

"Maggie," he stated with wonder, calling her the name that everyone else knew her by. "What going-"

"Krueger's back," she announced, walking up to him, looking him dead in the eyes.

The dream doctor just looked at her with confusion as if he didn't hear her. "What?"

She heavily sighed with annoyance and said slower, "Freddy Krueger is back."

The man slowly stood up, shaking his head. "No. No that's impossible."

She pulled up the last photo on her camera and handed it to him. "Tell me what that is," she hissed, walking away.

"Is that… Blood?" He slowly asked, looking at her with fear.

"Yes," she said, turning around to face him. "There was no sign of entry way into my house and you what else?" She asked as she stormed up to him as he was still looking at the photo. "I had a very short dream where I heard a man screaming and that woke me the hell up." The memory of the horrible scream sent chills down her spine.

The dream doctor looked at her with wonder. "Did it sound like him?"

Katherine thought about it.

She never heard her father scream like that before if it was him. She couldn't tell if it was out of anger or pain or both. It was just a horrible sound. She looked at him with confusion. "I don't know."

The Doc handed her back her camera, placed his hands on her shoulders and locked eyes with her. "Listen," he began softly. "I don't want you to mention this to anyone. Not after what happened last year. I'll do some research and whatnot and I need you to stay calm and not worry if it's Krueger or not. You understand?"

The young woman took a deep breath as she nodded her head, gently closing her eyes, trying to calm herself. Then opened them again. "Yeah."

He older man cautiously removed his hands and began to walk back to his desk.

"Thanks, Doc," she said as she began to walk out of his office.

He kindly smiled. "My pleasure."

Then she opened the door and left, closing it behind her. Katherine knew that there was no one to tell this to since Stacy, the only surviver of the four kids that went with her a year ago, and moved on with her life, but does come back once in awhile to get guidance by choice. The doctor wasn't surprised that the girl survived because she was tough and was not going down without a fight.

The doctor shoved the memory from last night and the message on the mirror and returned to work with a clear head as she would talk to students and help them through their troubles. The slowly crawled by and when the sun began to set, the woman said good-night to her students, the Doc, and a few others before heading home, wondering what she was going to run into tonight if anything that all.

At ten at night, Katherine was ready for bed, but instead dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, regular shoes with a kitchen knife in her hand just in case. She climbed in bed, rolled on her stomach with the knife loosely in her hand hanging off the edge, so she won't hurt herself during the night or nightmare. Then a moment later, she drifted off into a deep sleep.

Her brown eyes snapped open to a very familiar boiler room that made her heart pound in her chest. "No," she whispered with horror as she began to look around her surroundings with terror. "No, no, no! He's dead," she whispered through clenched teeth, trying to make sense of everything. How was this happening? She kept glancing around, gripping the knife tight, expecting to find him in the shadows.

Then the sound of a slow screeching entered her ears, making her blood run cold.

"Dammit," she hissed. "Dammit, dammit." All she wanted to do was get out of this enclosed area, so she ran for it. Pushing chains dangling from ceiling as her feet slammed against the metal grated flooring. Then there was a metal door in her view and kicked up the speed. She pushed the heavy door open and found herself hitting a railing. She quickly closed the door as fast as possible, even though she knew that he could just show up anywhere he wanted to. When the door closed, she looked around found herself in a maze of metal staircases of a factory. Taking a deep breath, she quietly muttered, "Unbelievable." Then began to walk down the nearest steps, expecting something to happen, but it never did. She looked down to find a large area of grated flooring and walked down to it and just walked, looking around. She didn't know to call out or stay silent.

A eerie chuckle came from behind that made her stop dead in her tracks, still clenching on the knife.

"Well, look who comes back," a low voice spoke.

Katherine slowly turned around to find Krueger, just standing, slowly tapping his index claw on his leg, staring at her with an uneasy smirk. "Freddy," she whispered with horror and fear as her blood ran cold.

"My little girl," he said a little louder with a smile. "What brings you here?" He took his time walking up to her.

The woman refused to show fear and just locked eyes with him. "I should be asking you the same thing. How the hell are you back?"

"Back?" He laughed, amused, as he stopped in front of her. "I'm not back. I'm just here. I can't do anything, but stay here!" There was a short glint of anger in his eyes, until he noticed the knife in her hand and a grin slowly grew on his burnt face. "Don't tell me," he quietly said as he looked back in her own eyes. "You actually came here to talk about killing."

Katherine was confused, then looked down at the knife, lightly shook her head, then looked back at him as she crossed her arms. "Actually, this was just in case you tried to kill me. So, back to business. You want revenge?"

He slightly arched an eye. "What?"

"You wrote on my mirror with blood, saying that revenge is yours," she answered, not taking her gaze from him. Was he playing dumb with her?

Freddy slowly frowned as puzzlement was on his face. "I didn't write that," he slowly replied.

The woman gave a single, "Ha!"

The burnt man still looked at her the same way.

Her arms slowly lowered to her sides as she just looked at him with uneasiness and lowly asked, "You're serious, aren't you?"

The killer slowly nodded his head.

Katherine then turned her back to him with a hand on her head, trying to think things through, then quickly turned to face him with wide eyes. "Then who was in the boiler room?"

Her father shrugged. "No one." He then thought about it, and looked at her with wonder. "Did you come from up there?" He pointed to the door above them where she came out of.

The woman nodded.

"That's not the boiler room," he slowly told her. "That just a room."

"No," she said quickly. "There was scraping. Like the sound of your claws." She began to get desperate. This didn't make any sense. Not at all!

He now looked at her like she was losing her mind. "Kat, no one is in there. I was here the whole time, then you showed up."

Her heart began to slam against her chest. "Then who wrote on my bathroom mirror in blood?"

He slightly tilted his head. "You sure you didn't make it up?" He then chuckled with humor. "I think the stuff from last year is getting to your head."

"I took a picture of it! I cleaned it off!" She shouted, now beginning to freak out. This didn't make sense. If it wasn't her father, then who was it? There was no making heads or tails out of this! "It said 'Revenge is mine'! I remember it clear as day!" She dropped the knife, clenching her dark hair, trying to wonder if she was losing her mind or not. No. She showed it to Doc. That was for certain.

"Kat, Kat," Freddy said soothingly, placing a hand on her shoulder, then walked in front of her, making slowly release her hair. "Listen to me," he said gently, looking her in the eyes and for once she actually saw a lightness that she hasn't seen for years. "I want you to relax. I want you to back to your own world and just relax." He then smirked. "Think about it: Does anyone actually want revenge on you besides me? Like really?" He looked at her with matter-of-fact.

"And you have your chance to kill me," she pointed out, hoping that he wasn't.

He raised his gloved hand and slowly wagged his claw with a small smile. "Wrong. I can't. It's a long story." He then stepped back with a smirk. "Honestly? You're not even supposed to be here."

Katherine woke up with a start and sure enough, to her own room and the knife was on the floor. Too tired to get dressed, she just rolled over, remembering her father's words. Even he didn't know what she was talking about, but how did she even find him? She then remember the horrible scream from the other night. If she was going see him again, that was going to be the first thing that she would ask about.