You exited the portal, finding yourself in a dark woodland. You look around for the killer, anxious to find him after what had just occurred. For many moments you see nothing in the darkness. Your being became anxious, worrying that Jeff hadn't made it back. If it hadn't you would have to face Jason alone, and that thought terrified you. Your heart halts, seeing a faint glowing in the distance. You slowly make your way to the faintly glowing light, seeing that it was a campfire the closer you got. As you reach the fire you finally lay your eyes on the killer, an unconscious girl laying next to him. She looked familiar somehow, you couldn't lay your finger on it though. Had you seen her before? The darkness made it hard to tell what her features were but all the same she seemed familiar. You sit closely next to Jeff, an unfamiliar feeling overtaking you. You suddenly felt a deep urge to rid you an the killer of Jason's doll, feeling that she was in the way and going to take Jeff from you. A radiance shone from her that tugged at your heart and images of her bloody corpse filled your mind. You try to shake off the jealously but its no good. Your hands begin to shake, reaching for the knife that lay so close to you. Did you dare pick it up? You reach out but quickly retract, knowing that Jeff wouldn't forgive you if you killed his only chance at getting back the memories he had lost. You wanted to please him, and killing the precious girl wasn't going to help. Jeff sighs, keeping his eye on the sleeping girl. 

" What a joke. Jason prizes this thing? Why prize a pawn? " You look away from the killer's harsh gaze, knowing that he saw you as both a treasure and a pawn. He was torn with his own emotions, playing yours like a harp as he did. You hand the killer his knife and lay on the ground, needing sleep unlike Jeff. The fire crackles close to you and as you close your tired (E/C) eyes you hear the killer crouch beside you. 

" Sweetheart, what gives? " You sigh and turn your back on Jeff, not wanting to meet his addicting gaze nor see the girl who's beauty shone and was the image of perfection. You drift off to sleep, the world turning black slowly. 

" Fine. Don't talk to me! Childish games "