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"Sᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ, ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ, ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛᴛᴀ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴀʀᴍs ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ. I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ. Aɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ."

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Belle took the last sip of her smoothie and looked at Randy. She was trying to tell him something without Dewey seeing.

"We should ask," she mouthed to him.

Randy nodded, knowing what she was talking about.

"Dewey," Randy began, grabbing the former cop's attention.

"Yeah?" Dewey replied.

"We were wondering," Belle started.

"Two things really," Randy chimed.

"Number 1, if it's a girl," Belle said, signaling towards her stomach, "If you'd be okay with us naming her Tatum?"

Dewey was taken aback slightly, "I'd actually really like that," he smiled.

Belle sighed in relief. Now Randy got to ask the tougher question.

"Well we were also wondering if, um, you wanted to, uh, be the, be the god father?" He finally spit out.

If Dewey already had a smile on his face, it got a million times bigger now.

"I'd be honored," He cheered, reaching to the side to hug Belle tightly. This time it was Randy who let out the breath he'd been holding on to.

Randy and Belle had decided Dewey was the best option.

Gale probably wasn't fit for a child if both of them died tomorrow, Sidney was too young to give that responsibility too, she had too much life left to live, same goes for Mickey and Hallie. Not to mention, they were new to the group.

Dewey was the most fit. He had a good family, a stable job, he was trustworthy, and Belle and he were very close. Dewey was clearly the best choice.

As the three finished their smoothies, they stood up from the table and threw their trash away in a trash can placed next to the door. It was in the shape of a smoothie cup with a hat on. Belle thought it was cute for a trash can.

They walked from the shop and started off towards the grassy lawn in the center of the campus. Kids were located everywhere throughout it. They were on the phone or playing a sport. Some were reading, others had headphones tucked in to their ears.

Belle glanced across the grass to a large influx of reporters. She could faintly make out Gale in the middle of a heated argument with Joel, her new camera man, over something. Belle could make out a copy of a book tightly grasped in his hand (she assumed it was Gale's book The Woodsboro Murders) and had a feeling the argument had something to do with it.

Belle nudged Randy gently, "I think he just found out about Kenny," she said.

"Who's Kenny?" Randy asked.

"Gale's last camera man," Belle explained.

"Stu slit his throat and shoved him on to the roof of the news van," Dewey added.

"To this day I have no clue how Stu got him up there. My brother could barely open a peanut butter jar, no way he lifted dead weight on top of a car," Belle shrugged.

She watched in amusement as Gale grabbed the book from Joel's hand and tossed it in to her news van. Joel seemed frustrated, but followed Gale with his camera none the less.

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