She looked around at the cabin, figuring she could take it for another week. It really wasn't all that bad, but she could think of lots of places she'd rather be. Maybe even California but there were problems there as well. Two men in her life. Both nice men, but both with their own agendas to consider. Neither of them was willing to give up his own interests for hers, but each expected her to give up her interest for his sake. She wondered if she wouldn't be better off forgetting about both of them, but it wasn't all that easy. Nice men were hard to find and relationships were complicated.

She cared about them both. John and Steve were waiting for her to make a choice. The problem was she didn't know how to choose.

She brushed her hair and went over to the dresser, taking out some fresh underwear, a t-shirt, a clean pair of jeans. The trouble was, she wasn't sure what she really wanted. She didn't like the pressure. She couldn't think straight. Only one thing was clear: she wasn't about to settle down in the town of Crystal Lake. When Steve had spoken to her about the camp, he had talked about it as a piece of property he had inherited. An investment, not as a business he actually planned to run himself, nor did she expect to find herself drawn into it. She subsequently realized that Camp Crystal Lake was an albatross across Steve's neck. Somehow, he seemed to feel that it was something he had to atone for. The camp had been his father's downfall. It had ruined him. There had been problems. She knew that a little boy had died. Steve didn't like to talk about it. He wouldn't elaborate and the following year, something terrible had happened. An accident, Steve said, but the talk in town didn't sound as if whatever happened had been an accident. Why did they call the place 'Camp Blood?' One of the other kids… Ned? Or was it Bill? Had mentioned some killings that had occurred here. She had wanted to talk to Steve about it, but he was sensitive about the subject. She knew the moment she brought it up, he'd overreact. She thought it would probably help to talk about it, but it was an extremely sore subject with him. She sighed.