I'm not the only one in my reflection.

Part three

— You're in such a mood today, aren't you? — Murphy asked breathlessly, not at all expecting an answer to her question. — The hospital is a little bit not the place where I'd like to have sex, baby. — The redhead said firmly, stopping the brunette's hand, which fell from her waist to her hip and began to slide casually under the hospital shirt, lifting the fabric up as she went.

— Whatever you say. — Freeman immediately stopped and pulled away from her girlfriend, allowing herself a little prank. She ran her tongue slowly, teasingly over her lower lip, wiping away the trace of their shared saliva. — I'm glad that when I wasn't around at a difficult moment, it was still with you and, hopefully, helped you stay calm. — The girl ran her finger over the pendant again, hinting that she was talking about it. — I have to go, but I'll come back tomorrow. — She kissed Katherine on the forehead, helped her into bed, and left, quietly closing the door behind her.

Murphy smiled lovingly, looking after her lover and took the phone in her hand. She saw several missed messages and calls, all from the same woman, who, even being far away, had probably already heard about the new attack and another Ghostface.

And she's probably already either packing things like a knife and a gun to come to Woodsboro and deal with another Ghost, or grabbing her family and driving as far away as possible from Woodsboro, from the masked maniac.

— Auntie Sid. — The redhead greeted first of all when she decided to call the woman appointed by her godmother on the phone, instead of just writing her a message, as it had been the main source of their communication all her life. — I say right away-don't come here, I'm fine.

Sidney Prescott, who answered the phone after the second ring, exhaled loudly when she finally heard her goddaughter's voice.

But the woman still ran her eyes over the clear image of the girl in the laptop screen and gritted her teeth when she saw the blooming bruise on her forehead and the hospital environment behind.

— I heard about the attack. — Sidney said softly, and several little girls' voices could be heard in the background. — I'm really sorry.

— Don't. — Katherine interrupted, settling herself more comfortably on the pillows, stretching her legs out in front of her for comfort. Stu reappeared in the mirror with an intrigued face. He mouthed, «That's the bitch who threw the TV at me», then paused for a second and added, «although it was cool».

Only now there was another silhouette next to him, a teenage girl in her plaid shirt, stained not even with the blood of her friends, but rather her own blood, which was spilled in her insane attempt to set up an alibi for herself and rewrite the real events that happened eleven years ago at Kirby's house.

Murphy flinched, as she rarely had the «honor» of seeing a hallucination of Jill Roberts. But every time this happened, the girl was flooded with memories that were not at all welcome.

The redhead ignored her uncle, however, as she always does. Except in cases like eleven years ago in the hospital, when a ten-year-old girl was left almost alone with Jill, who would do anything for the sake of fame.

— Like I said, I'm fine. But, Auntie Sid, no way, no matter what you hear, don't come here. We can do it without you, you deserve a rest after everything. — Katherine knew that her godmother was not particularly eager to return to Woodsboro. Sidney has finally found her happiness. —Stay with your wife and children where you are.

— You know, I do not claim to return to this city. — The woman said in response, without pausing for a second. The woman replied without hesitating for a second. — But I would have come if it meant you'd be safe.