The events of the Woodsboro massacre still lingered in Sidney's mind. Tatum, Casey, and Steve dying. Stu and Billy being behind the entire thing.

God, how did it get so fucked up?

She was at college now, with Randy. She was trying to make a fresh start.Though the scars she had now told a different story.

Last time she saw you... God, you were in bad shape. Bleeding out, grasping onto her for dear life.

Now more than ever, those things haunted her. Two more people who went to her college were fucking murdered.

Ghostface was still haunting her, even after time had passed. Right now, she was sitting with her college friends, trying to keep her mind away from those thoughts.

Then a voice caught her focus, one of curiosity at— oh. Dewey. Yeah. He was limping around, looking around. She got up and went over to him, not quite seeing the person behind him.

"Dewey?"

Dewey greeted her, and then— holy shit.

You were here.

"....hey."