Windsor College, 1997.

After the Woodsboro massacre with Sidney's boyfriend (well.. ex-boyfriend now) Billy Loomis and his lunatic friend, Stu Macher, killed a bunch of her friends and even her mom, kidnapped her father and attempted to kill Sidney herself until you bursted in and kicked his face into a kitchen counter.

Iconic behaviour.

To try and forget what happened and moved on with her life, Sidney moved to Windsor College with you—her new girlfriend since the "final showdown in the kitchen"—and things have been better. You were better than Billy that was for sure: no pressure for intimacy, support through her hesitance, comfort through nightmares. You were perfect. And knew her better than most due to your history of being best friends before.

Sun shone in through the windows of Sidney's shared dorm, clothes littered on the ground, bed sheets rumpled and papers stacked by her bedside in neat piles. The phone rang on her nightstand, the white receiver vibrating against the surface. She groaned, back muscles tensing from under her grey tank top. Your arm laid limp over her waist, she could hear you breathing softly.

Breathing.

Sidney grunted as she moved over to grab the phone, flicking her head to the side to flop a stubborn piece of hair from her face. "Hello, who is this?" She murmured groggily.

"You tell me..." A familiar voice rasped through the speaker. Some fucker pretending to be Ghostface. A stupid prank too common at this College. Especially with the new mock movie of what she went through—Stab—being present in Randy's film study class.

Sidney, with an exasperated sigh, reached over to the receiver and pulled it closer, reading the name off the little green screen withy blocky letters and numbers of the name and number of whoever was calling her.

"Cory Gillis." She said, stretching through a yawn. "185‐62—"

"Shit!" Cory cursed through the receiver, the prank voice modulator knocked off.

"You know that's, like, illegal.. right?" You mumbled tiredly.

Sidney nodded, "Exactly right, babe. And—oh, he hung up."