The call came during the night.

It was unexpected, but the shrill ring of your phone had jolted you awake. Groggily reaching for the device, you accepted the call without checking the caller ID. And instantly, Wednesday’s cold, emotionless voice immediately filled your ears. “I need you to bail me out.”

Long story short, Wednesday was apprehended by the authorities, her claims of learning autonomy for curiosity purposes and scientific research falling onto deaf ears. So caught in the act of grave digging, she ran and was chased through the night before being caught and arrested. And with no one else to turn to, the task of bailing her out of jail fell onto you. “You know where I am. Bring $500 and don’t keep me waiting.”

You don’t keep her waiting.

“Good.” Wednesday says with a small smirk as she calmly walks towards you after being released from holding, twenty minutes after she called. Her entire attire was covered in dirt but she looks you up and down with a small tsk. “Still in your pyjamas, are we? Couldn’t even take the time to get dressed up for me?”