Sam yawned as she fumbled with the keys to Chapel Bar which was nestled between an apartment building and a diner on Park Ave S. Another busy night meant another night of exhaustion, but that also meant Sam walked home with hundreds of dollars in tips. When she finally got the bar locked, she glanced at her phone where a message from Danny remained unread: Please text me when you leave work and come wake me when you get home. I love you.

She glanced at the time. 1 a.m. Yes, Danny would be sleeping by now.

Sam sent a quick text that she would be home soon, slipped her jacket on, stuffed her keys in her pocket, and began the walk back to the apartment.

The neon lights of stores lit the late night and made Sam feel a little less vulnerable.

Images of Ghostface flashed in her mind and she touched a hand against the scar on her abdomen, half-consciously grazing her thumb over the raised skin. She had matching scars across the outside of her shoulder and just under her right collarbone. Twice she'd faced off against multiple Ghostfaces, and twice she'd come out the survivor.

"Thanks to me."

Sam caught a glimpse of her father in the dark window as she passed.

Since finding a new therapist, she'd gotten a stronger anti-psychotic. Her dad had been showing himself more lately, and Tara had caught her on more than one occasion talking to him. Talking to herself. Despite the fact she knew it was twisted and wrong, she almost wished for another encounter. Sometimes she could feel the weight of the knife in her hand as she drove it into Detective Bailey or Richie, and the weight felt…right. Like the knife belonged in her hand. As though it were made for her.

Sam turned her face away as if that would erase the thoughts that crowded her mind. Instead, she heard her dad's voice.

"Don't ignore me, Sam. You know I'm right."

She stopped and glared at him. "This shit is the last thing I need. I killed because it was either them or me. It was survival."

"You keep telling yourself that, Sam." Billy smiled. "We both know otherwise. It's me and you, kid. Team Loomis."

"Go away." A passerby glanced at her but kept walking. Sam exhaled, shaking her head. "I'm not doing this again," she whispered and turned left onto 22nd St. Just one street over, the atmosphere was different; more trees and green, more brick buildings and wrought iron fences as opposed to the dirty brick, large windows, and neon lights. Since they lived closer to Manhattan than the center of the city, their street was prettier and quieter than others.

Sam thought about Tara who was at Blackmore for OKB's Spring Formal. She reached for her phone to text her when her phone rang and she gasped. She forced herself to take deep breaths when she saw the caller ID. "Tara," she exhaled, "what's up?"

"Chad, Mindy, and I are on our way back. Have you left Chapel yet?"

"Yeah," Sam said. "I'm on my way home." She glanced at the nearest street sign. "I'm coming up on 45 E 22nd. Where are you at?"

"We left Blackmore a few minutes ago, so we're at…" Tara's voice faded for a moment and then she said, the phone sounding closer to her mouth, "24th and Park."

Sam turned to where she'd see them round the corner. "I'll wait for you guys if you'd like me to."

"Yeah," Tara said, a smile in her voice, "that'd be great."

Sam put her phone in her back pocket and waited. Although she only had a little bit more to go to get to their apartment building at 21 E 22nd St, it was worth it to know they'd all be walking home together. She backtracked a little to 22nd and Park so she could see where Tara would be coming from. After a few minutes, three silhouettes in the street lights started waving.

Chad carried Tara on his back while Mindy seemed to be ranting about something as she motioned all over the place.

Tara had on Chad's suit jacket, which was practically a blanket on her, her heels in a hand as she held tight to him.

Sam grinned, adjusting her leather jacket. "How was it?"

Tara beamed, waving her heels in the air. "Fun, but my feet started hurting after an hour." She gave Chad a kiss on the cheek. "Chad offered to carry me home."

Chad craned his head back, the scar on his chin stretching as he smiled. "I was happy to do it."

Mindy gagged and pushed past the two, her own fitted lavender suit still impeccable despite the probable dancing and partying the three did in the last six hours. She threw a disgusted look at Sam and groaned, "You can't imagine the horrors I had to witness tonight." She pointed two fingers at Chad. "If I have to see you make out with Tara one more time, I'm going to hurl myself off a ledge."

Tara took Chad's face in her hands and made to kiss him, but Mindy waved her arms and pushed their faces apart. "No! No, no, no! No more! As the only single one here, I've had enough."

"Come on, Mindy," Chad said, "you didn't try and talk to that girl?"

Sam raised a brow. "What girl?"

"Nobody."

A smirk quirked Sam's lips. "No, no, no. What girl?" She threw an arm over Mindy's shoulder and the four continued walking toward the apartment. "I didn't overhear anything remotely interesting at work tonight, so please, entertain me. What girl?"

Mindy tilted her head. "I only know her name, and that's all I'll know until I can get Kirby to do a background check on her."

"A background check?"

"Of course. With our history, I'm not taking any chances. Her record has got to be spotless before I even entertain the idea of a date."

Tara tapped Mindy's shoulder as Chad walked next to the two of them. "Kirby is not your personal private investigator."

"I think she'd be willing to look this girl up for me."

"Okay," Sam said, "possible psychopath or not, what's her name? Do you like her?"

"Sloane," Mindy said. "She's a junior." She shrugged. "She's pretty and honestly really fucking cool."

Chad nocked shoulders with Mindy and Tara patted her head of curls. "Just take a chance on her, dingus."

Mindy shook her head. "After what happened to Anika…" She inhaled sharply and shook her head again, but more vigorously. "No. I can't take that chance. I'll just admire from afar."

"It's been over a year since the Bailey's," Tara said. "If someone else wanted to come out as the new Ghostface, don't you guys think they would have already?"

"Not necessarily," Sam said, already feeling that lump in her throat. "There was a two-year time period between the first and second Woodsboro massacres."

"And over a decade between the third and fourth ones," Mindy added. She glanced at her brother and then Tara and Sam. "We don't know that we're out of the woods yet."

"Okay, Taylor Swift."

Tara slid off Chad's back and stayed behind with Sam as the Meeks twins went a few steps ahead.

"How do you know that lyric?" Mindy said faintly from ahead. "You don't listen to Taylor Swift."

Chad loosened his tie and said, "You're not a real man if you don't listen to Taylor Swift."

"I don't even listen to her."

"Uh-huh," he said, "which means you're not a real man."

"Good because men are gross."

"Hey, dingus, I'm a man."

"Yeah, and you're gross, dingus."

Chad shoved his armpit in Mindy's face. "You want to smell just how gross I am after hours of dancing?"

"EW."

Sam smiled to herself, though the warning feeling in her gut hadn't eased. Tara laced her fingers with Sam's which drew her attention down to her sister.

"We're safe," Tara said.

A humorless chuckle escaped. "Are you saying that or your therapist?"

"Me," she said, then shrugged. "Although, I'd say she's probably worth listening to since she heard about all my trauma and didn't turn me into the police."

"Yeah, way to rub it in."

Tara pulled Chad's jacket closer, leaning her head on Sam's shoulder as they walked. "Is Danny home?"

Sam nodded. "I texted him when I left Chapel, but he's probably asleep."

"When's he leaving for his next fight?"

"Tomorrow." Sam ran a hand down her face, yawning. "Today. This morning. The arena is in Jacksonville, so he'll be on a direct flight to Florida by noon."

"If you're feeling concerned, then maybe you should call off and go with him for the weekend."

"I can't."

"Sam," Tara said, "I'll be fine. You don't have to worry about me."

Sam looped an arm around Tara and pulled her close. "I'm your big sister; I'll always worry about you. But that's not it. I can't run whenever I think there may be danger. I can't keep running for the rest of my life. Besides, there's been nothing since that Halloween."

"Then how about this," Tara said. "After I get my homework done, let's go to the movies. The theater on 4th is playing classic rom-coms all weekend."

"Hell yeah!" Mindy yelled from up ahead. "When Harry Met Sally is the matinee Saturday."

"You hate rom-coms," Chad retorted.

"Well, I'm feeling a little left out on the rom part, okay?"

"Chad quirked a brow. "Oh, and you have the comedy part?"

"Yeah, it's called my life."

Sam ignored the twins and faced Tara. "Sure. That sounds nice."

Tara smirked. "I'm getting a large popcorn."

"To share?"

"Nope. All to myself."

The sisters chuckled as they came up to their building, and as they approached the stairs, Sam waved to the night shift janitor who was smoking a cigar. "Hey, Eddie."

Eddie saw the four of them and smiled, his aging eyes wrinkling with the motion. "Why, hello, Samantha. How was work?"

"Busy, but good. Thank you."

He turned to Chad, Mindy, and Tara. "How was the formal, you three?"

Tara cast Sam a glance.

"Samantha told me about it before she left for work last night."

"It was good, Mr. Eddie," Chad said with a tired smile.

"It was lonely," Mindy said with an eye roll.

Eddie scoffed. "And why is that, Miss Mindy? No Princess Charming for you?"

Mindy shrugged. "I'm not really the Princess Charming type."

"Then who is your type?"

"Ellen Ripley or Sarah Connor."

Chad nodded. "Badass."

"Well, now those are some high standards." Eddie pointed his cigar at her. "You deserve nothing less, Miss Mindy."

"Thanks, Eddie."

He sighed. "I'm glad to see you folks got home safe—"

Sam's phone pierced the quiet and everyone froze. She pulled it out and swallowed when she read the caller ID: Unknown Caller. She showed the phone to the group.

Tara snatched the phone from Sam and started up the steps, the hem of her dress in her other hand. "Let's go. Right now. You are not answering this phone."

"Tara, it could just be a telemarketer."

"All the more reason to ignore it." Before Tara could even open the door, Sam's phone rang again and she jumped. She clutched the phone to her chest and motioned for the other three to follow her. "We are not answering this phone. Come on."

Chad and Mindy glanced at each other and then hurriedly followed.

"Sam," Tara said.

But Sam was watching Eddie because his phone had started ringing. She reached for him. "Eddie, don't—"

"This is Eddie Brawn."

All four stopped. Sam didn't even know if Mindy was breathing, and her blood pounded in her ears.

"Yes, sir. Uh, sure." Eddie pressed the phone to his chest and faced Sam. "Miss Samantha, it's for you."

Sam's stomach lurched and her heart dropped through the floor. "No," she said. "Sorry, but I can't right now."

Eddie listened again. "Miss Samantha, he said don't ignore him."

Sam paused, meeting her family's gazes. Tara shook her head, fear glistening in her eyes. Chad held out his hand, motioning Sam to follow.

The voice was burned into her brain, and the artificial tone sent chills down her spine. Sam took a ragged breath and reached for Chad's hand.

A gasp and gurgle of breath drew Sam's eyes behind her. Tara screamed her name.

Ghostface stood behind Eddie, bloody knife still raised from the slice when Eddie's throat opened onto the ground, followed by the rest of him. Ghostface wiped off the blade and tilted his head. Then he lifted a phone to his face.

Sam's phone rang again and this time, Tara answered it and put it on speaker.

"I told you not to ignore me, Samantha."

That voice. The voice that haunted her dreams and waking hours. The voice she hoped she'd never hear again.

She looked at Tara, Chad, and Mindy and muttered, "Run."