For the first time, Wednesday has someone waiting for her. You aren't distracting her from doing what she wants or investigating what she needs, but you're always around her. Wednesday also doesn't even complain about you; unfortunately, she doesn't welcome your presence.

She's in the forest, finding some crucial clues for her new case since her psychic power isn't working at the moment. The weather refuses to be good to Wednesday, as today it is pouring heavily, and she's prepared for everything but herself.

She's looking up at you with her usual death gaze, but there's something hidden inside her umber eyes. Your presence with an umbrella over her head is something she never expected.

"What are you doing here?" She sounds unimpressive like always.