Sidney shuffled wearily into the kitchen, greeted by the delicious smell of breakfast from Mama Riley in a robe frying eggs and bacon at the stove.
But this morning, she had no appetite.
Tatum was sitting at the kitchen table, dressed to kill as usual in low cut white sports jersey and tight red leather pants, munching on a piece of toast.
Dewey stood at the back door, talking on a wall telephone, dressed in uniform.
She rubbed away the bags under her eyes, trying to make it seem like she got at least some sleep.
But, she was sure they knew. All she could do last night was hear the killer's voice over and over in her head like a broken record, and see that horrible ghost mask burned into her memory.
A small portable television sat on a table across from the kitchen table; the news was on.
"...Sidney Prescott was viciously attacked last night, one year after the brutal murder of her mother Maureen. Police are still investigating whether or not this attack is related to the death of her mother or the deaths of two Woodsboro high school students the night before..."
Sidney desperately attempted to block out the sound of the news, as she walked over to the kitchen table and sat down beside Tatum.
Tatum's eyes grew wide with worry.
"God, Sid, you alright? You tossed and turned all night last night,"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Sidney lied, trying to act at least a little bit together.
"...Last year, Sidney accused Cotton Weary of raping and murdering her mother, who now sits on death row..."
On the TV, they showed Cotton in an orange jumpsuit being put into the back of a police car.
He looked the same as one year ago, when Sidney had pointed to him in a courtroom and said he was the man who killed her mother.
Just a normal, average-looking guy, at least, before prison. Now he looked haggard and worn, and his facial hair was scruffy and unkempt.
Sidney closed her eyes, trying to block out his face from her mind.
Tatum put a consoling hand on Sidney's shoulder.
"You know, I really don't think you girls should go to school today," Mrs. Riley chimed in from the stove.
"Your objection is duly noted," Tatum quipped.
"No, it's okay, Mama Riley. I'd feel safer around a lot of people," Sidney said.
Dewey hung up the phone, and hearing what the TV was saying, he turned it off with the remote.
Dewey sat down at the table across from the two girls as Mrs. Riley put a plate of food in front of him.
"Sidney, you don't want anything?" Mrs. Riley asked.
"No, thanks," Sidney said.
Something about almost being killed had a crazy effect on your appetite.
Dewey hesitated, and then spoke up, almost as if he was reluctant to say what he wanted to say.
"Billy didn't make those phone calls. His records were checked and they're clean," Dewey said, watching Sidney as her jaw stiffened. "They released him this morning,"
Sidney sat back in her chair, and put her head in her hand, letting out a sigh.
"They're checking every cellular account in the county and cross-referencing every call made to you or to Casey Becker," Dewey continued. "It's going to take some time, but we'll find him,"
