Your girlfriend Carrie skips over to you. She fair skin and long, black hair done up in a ponytail. She's wearing her favorite green shirt and a pair of sturdy jeans that can stand up to the brambles in the woods. Her Jason-like mask is askew on the side of her head. "Babe, have you seen my axe anywhere?" Carrie asks you. "I can't find it anywhere, and I am not skipping work on Halloween night! It's the most important night of the year in the slasher community!" She fingers the hockey mask, preparing to tug it over her face. "Some rich teenage delinquents even rented the Camp Mattapanock grounds for a Halloween party blowout. I need to get down there and totally 'slay' at what I do best."