Charles had called off his search team. They weren't going to find that maniac in the dark like this. He was heading through the woods, back towards his car, when he heard what sounded like a girl talking. He paused, then headed towards the voice. He came over the top of a soft hill, and looked down into the forest below him to see two shapes silhouetted in the dusk. 

His flashlight clicked on, and he shined it on the girl. It was the Maitlands' foster kid, the one was somehow really familiar and made him uncomfortable. What was her name? Darla? Debra? "Delia?" Charles called to her. "What're you-Oh my god!" His light drifted to the body that the girl was seemingly trying to drag.