You're not in foster care anymore. That's the only thing going through your mind as you're walked through the door of the Deetz-Maitland house. You've been made aware of the existence of Adam and Barbara, as well as the existence of Beetlejuice, but you are not in foster care anymore. Even as Delia rambles on, even as Lydia scoffs and rolls her eyes, even as Charles tries to shake your hand, even as the two Maitlands attempt to greet you, even as you can hear the demon Beetlejuice fucking shit up somewhere in the house, you can only think that you are not in foster care anymore. And that is a fucking relief.