I'm not the only one in my reflection.

Part six

Katherine stomped to her brother's car, which now belongs to her, and stopped at the door when Samantha's soft voice was heard from behind.

— Kat. Wait a bit. — Sam ran up to the girl, out of breath, and her hair bounced beautifully and fell back onto her shoulders. — You know, I want to get everyone together and talk. I believe, no, I'm sure it's not you walking around in a Ghostface mask, but since Amber's going to be there, I thought you might want to be there.

Murphy finally stopped and looked at Carpenter more closely, crossing her arms over her chest.

— Good. It sounds... logical. — The redhead nodded, realizing that she really wanted to be with her girlfriend now, get a soothing kiss from her and relax a little in her arms, just like last night. — Go ahead, I'm right behind you. — The girl nodded at Richie, who, after glancing at the door through which Dewey had pushed him, walked up to his girlfriend and stood awkwardly behind her.

Before leaving, Katherine looked out the window and saw Riley standing with the phone by his ear. He probably followed the advice she whispered softly to him and called Sidney. As long as the woman doesn't come here.

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Katherine got out of the car and slammed the door. She heard the exact same bang from behind and turned around, knowing it couldn't be Sam and Richie, considering the two had just gotten out of their car a little ahead of her.

Murphy pursed her lips when she saw Dewey walking towards them with a pistol in a holster attached in plain sight to the waistband of his pants. She knew she had no right to tell him (or anyone) what to do. She was just upset that the man was involved in various Ghost-related situations again, but it was not for her to condemn or reproach. She was just afraid that he would get hurt again and her godmother and her wife would be hurt by it.

— Let's go. — Riley stopped by the redhead and smiled at her encouragingly, patting the holster on his belt. — I know you're worried, but don't. I have this baby. I'm surprised Sid didn't force you to have your own gun.

— She told me several times to get a gun for myself, but I resisted. Now I understand that it was stupid and a gun would be more useful now than ever.

Dewey chuckled, with friendly tenderness in his eyes, imagining Sidney Prescott hovering over her goddaughter, reproachfully shaking her head at the fact that she still did not have a gun for self-defense.

— Mr. Riley, you've come! — Sam exclaimed and cleared her throat, grimacing at the sound of her overly loud and agitated voice.

— I should at least look at this group of friends and try to determine who would have a sufficiently small brain to guess to put on a Ghostface mask and start cutting people.

Katherine snorted with laughter, realizing that the man's words were not funny at all. Probably from nerves. Or maybe she was amused by Richie's idiotic face, twisted in confused incomprehension.

— Let's go inside. — Riley said and led the way to the house, and the three young men, who awkwardly looked at each other like ducklings blindly following their mother, followed the man.

Murphy glanced at the large portrait of Randy, Uncle Mindy and Chad, and walked over to her friends sitting on the couch and armchair.

— Hey, baby. — The redhead greeted, leaned over to Amber and kissed her on the cheek. — I'm sorry that you woke up in an empty bed today, I promise to apologize for this on today's date, which I plan for us. — She winked at Freeman, who lowered her leg, previously resting it on the chair, and patted her knees. — I'd love to sit on your lap, Ambs, but I'm afraid you're going to get hurt in a couple of minutes.