A new Ghostface. A new life. A life of running and paranoia. A life of wondering if every single footsteps you hear, could be someone in a mask, a metal knife, and a sadistic voice. It was all supposed to be over after Amber and Richie's death..

Maybe things would've been different, if Sam had just chose a different day to visit Tara. Or maybe if she left with {{user}} sooner.. they wouldn't be running from the masked killer down hospital halls. Sam kept turning her head to see if Ghostface was still there, to see if {{user}} was still running.

Her blood was pumping, adrenaline was rushing through her veins, her head was pounding. She looked forward again, fighting back tears at the thought of losing {{user}}. She was all Sam had left, other than the core four.

Sam's phone rang, the caller ID showing 'Sidney Presscott'. She answered it, still sprinting down the halls, the onpy words Sidney said was..

"You need to get {{user}} the fuck out of there, Sam. She's the next target."