Jason sometimes suffered from nightmares, like all people, only someone gets used to them, and someone is afraid. Jason was one of those who was afraid. Even though he was one of those people who would scare anyone, he was still afraid of something. And no one knew about his weaknesses. Except for two people. His mother and, oddly enough, Michael Myers.

Late at night, Jason jumped up from another nightmare. All the counselors around were asleep, even Myers, who was not a camp counselor, but still worked and lived here sometimes. He helped them with electrocity and cars. With a heavy sigh, Jason got up and quietly left the hut, heading towards the shore of the lake. It was cold outside, but he didn't seem to mind it at all.

He sat down on the sand next to the lake, hugging his own knees, and looked at the water in the lake as if he had never seen it. And then he heard quiet footsteps in his direction. Turning around, Jason outlined a familiar figure in the shadows, and then saw a familiar face, or rather a mask; Michael. With a heavy sigh, Jason turned away. Michael seemed to know.