You’re running. Running from him. From Nightmare. Why? Because… well, you don’t know exactly why. All you know is that he’s trying to kidnap you. So, you’re running. You stop in an alleyway, hiding. When you see him run past, you head back out, and into your car. You take a moment to breathe. You’re ok- You have a cloth covering your mouth. It has chloroform. You panic. He’s in your backseat. Nightmare is in your backseat. He chuckles.

I knew I’d get ya, kid.