A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Rolling over onto her stomach, (f/n)'s hands gripped at the plush object nearby. It was incredibly familiar. She opened her eyes gradually and stared tiredly at the pale blue pillow. In disbelief, she sat steadily and glanced around her. Her pale blue sheets slid down her some as she found that she was in her room.

(F/n) knew that she had fallen asleep in the car, but a part of her expected to wake up back in the tunnels or the hospital. It was a dream to be back in the comfort of her room. Her mind returned to the thought that the creature had only been a nightmare. Reaching into her one pocket, she pulled out Nick's number, and reality was confirmed. A sigh left her lips before she fell back onto her bed.

Draping her right arm over her eyes, she lazily placed the piece of paper on her nightstand. Her left fingers pulled the sheets up more before she removed her arm and looked over at her metal, round clock. It was noon. She peered at her windows. If it weren't for the clock, she wouldn't have been able to tell. The cloud cover was thick, and she wouldn't be surprised if it snowed that day.

When her nose detected the scent of ginger cookies, though, her attention snapped to her room door. It had seemed like ages since she had tasted one of her dad's ginger cookies. Realistically, it had probably only been three weeks. Having motivation to get out of bed, she stood to her feet and made her way over to her closet. Her hand stopped on the door, however.

She had just returned home. Her parents were being considerate and giving her as much time as she needed to recuperate from the trauma of the creature and losing Laura. Stepping away from the closet, she decided to wear her pajamas for the day. Before she left her room, she grabbed her plush, turquoise bathrobe from the back of her desk chair.

Momentarily, she saw several pieces of paper on top of her laptop. Almost, she had forgotten about her entry into mortuary school in September. There were still several months of freedom ahead of her, but it reminded her that her extended break from her studies was coming to a close. Then again, it would get her out of town for a few years. Hopefully, the creature would be long since dead by that point.

If she were to go now, though, she could escape the creature until he was definitely dead. Unfortunately, she knew that their classes were full at the moment. Even if they weren't, it would mean leaving her parents to the mercy of the creature. She couldn't find it in her to do that to them. Perhaps, the creature didn't know who her parents were, but she had a feeling that he would find out one way or another.

Not focusing on the papers any longer, she put on her slippers, left her room and headed for the kitchen. The smell of cookies grew stronger and seemed to wipe out her worries for awhile. She entered the kitchen, and her father's back was turned to her. He was just setting the first batch down on the cooling rack. A smile found its way on her lips, and she sneaked over.

Just as she was about to grab a cookie, he lifted the rack up. "(F/n), you know that they're too hot to eat right now. Wait two more minutes. Or, you're going to end up with a burned mouth like all of the other times." A pout found its way onto her lips before she crossed her arms. He stared back at her and chuckled. "You know that doesn't work on me."

Eyeing the cookies, her pout increased before she looked back to him. "Dad, I just survived a crisis, and you won't even let me take a cookie." He shook his head and continued to hold up the rack. Her pout turned into a frown. "Oh, come on! Please!" She moved closer to the rack and would've jumped if it weren't for her leg. To help her leg make a full recovery, she couldn't do anything too strenuous on it.

Silence was her answer, but he eventually lowered the cookies. "Two minutes have passed."

"Finally," she muttered before she grabbed about half of the available cookies. Her father set down the tray and retrieved a plate for her before she piled them on top. She could hear her dad quietly laughing, so she gave him a playful shove.

After she poured herself a glass of milk, she thanked her father and made her way into the living room. A day of television awaited her. She placed the items on the coffee table before she plopped down onto the couch. To her utter annoyance, the remote was on the other side. Groaning, she moved down until she had it in her hands. Before she went back to her original seat, she thought that she had seen movement in the cemetery.

Fear traveled up her skin and through her veins. She swore that she had seen nearly white hair before the figure had disappeared. Was the creature already at her home? Her heart raced in her chest, and she had the urge to run and check to see if the front doors were locked. It wasn't until she saw the figure again that she calmed down.

Walking out from the cover of a small mausoleum, her mother seemed to be talking to someone. She followed her mother's gaze and spotted a couple, who seemed to be in their fifties. They had been behind a few trees previously, but her mother was most likely showing them some of the cemetery options. (F/n) saw the white hat on her mother's head, and her heart eased more.

Moving back to her previous spot, she made herself comfortable and turned on the television. She found a favorite movie of hers on and sank into the back of the couch. Her cookies diminished as the movie progressed. Eventually, she heard the front doors open, and her mother's voice. Two others were talking to her, and it sounded like their business was being wrapped up.

The couple left soon after, and her mother presumably went to work on some paperwork. Her movie finished, and her snack was gone. She flipped through the channels, but she didn't find anything of interest. (F/n) turned off the television and realized that she had never been one to sit in front of the television all day. After the recent events, she had convinced herself that she was for a moment, but her past self reminded her of reality.

Leaning onto her side, she peered out the window. The cloud cover had lessened much to her surprise. Some sunlight shone through the clouds, and she noted on the wall clock that it was almost three. It had been awhile since she had walked the grounds, and there was sunlight. So, she had no reason to worry about the creature racing through the cemetery.

Getting to her feet, she headed back into the kitchen. She placed her dishes in the dishwasher and entered her room. (F/n) replaced her slippers with some blue and beige, snow boots, and her bathrobe with a thick, long and grey jacket. After she left her room, she told her father where she was going and walked off. "Just be careful!" he called out after her. That's why she intended to bring a flashlight just in case.

Downstairs, she saw her mother behind the front desk. "I'm going to be out on the grounds, mom. I'll be back in an hour." Her mother looked up and gave her a worried expression. Before she could say anything, (f/n) sent her a reassuring smile. "I'll be careful. I'm taking the flashlight."

"Just don't go too far out. It's going to get dark in a few hours." She got up from her seat and grabbed something from below the desk. It was a brand new flashlight and looked to be a high-powered one. "Take this one. I'll feel better if you have it."

Heading over to the front desk, she took the better weapon. "Thanks, mom. I'll be back soon." She turned on her heel and left the building before she pushed back the wrought iron gate. As she entered the cemetery, she breathed in the fresh air and took her time walking. The last time that she had been outside, she had been clinging to Nick and hoping that she wouldn't die. It was a nice change even though she was still strolling past gravestones.

As she passed by the first mausoleum, she checked the doors to make sure that they were locked, and they were. It was something she always did when she traveled through the grounds. In the past, people had managed from time to time to break in, but that was with the old locks. When she had been a sophomore in high school, she had a found a group of freshmen drinking in one.

They were from the same school, and they were intoxicated to the point where they didn't even see her enter the structure. She had been maybe a foot from them too. Luckily, she had managed to convince them to leave without a hassle by promising not to call the police on them. If they came back, she had promised to call them that time. It may have also helped that her dad was a giant, and they would seriously regret messing with her.

In their rush to leave, they had left the liquor bottles, but one had been unopened. She had seen a gift tag, and it had been addressed to one of the teenager's parents. It was an expensive tequila brand, and her parents did love to have margaritas. Besides, she had thought that it would make a nice gift for not reporting the teenagers to the police. When she had gone back inside, after cleaning up the mess, she had explained the situation to her parents, and they hadn't minded what she had done. They also didn't mind saving fifty dollars on their tequila expenses since margarita night happened three times a week.

Chuckling at the memory, she moved onto the next mausoleum and checked the doors. To her shock, they were unlocked. Her left hand gripped the flashlight tighter as she pushed the left door open slowly.