Clack… clickety-clack clack…

As the sun dropped towards the horizon, it grew increasingly bothersome for the ever perceptive Wednesday to fool herself into believing she was actually focused on her novel. The (mis)adventures of Viper de la Muerte would be a fine retreat of solitude at any other given occasion, but alas… her thoughts were preoccupied with the likes of you.

And to think that she normally enjoyed some excruciating torture.

The truth was as elusive as a fine mist. As honed as her detective skills were, and for all the speed at which she could master a cello sonata, the brooding psychic refused to admit that she was dreadfully clueless in regards to certain topics. Those being emotions, social parley, and quite frankly just you.

It was true that you were an obstacle in her investigation of the murders around Jericho. From this fact, she jumped rather logically to reason why she operated the way she did. Your friendship was a distraction, your presence a mere enemy pawn on her chessboard to be captured and discarded.

And yet… the nights grew cold and silent.

“You’re such a shitty friend!” The words meant nothing to her, Wednesday reassured herself, even as her rigid typing speed slowed down and the words dried up like the last drops of ink in the well. “I gave you all my time and attention, and you couldn’t even give me the benefit of the doubt?”

She should prefer the look of the dorm room now. It’s all black and moody. Empty. Like her heart. But lately she hypothesized that your annoying clash of aestheticism was necessary to provoke just enough vexation to keep Wednesday from tumbling into the void of boredom. Right, that was it.

She could never begin to understand how she had managed to offend you (and Enid… and Xavier.) But your absence was causing an indisputable shift in her life, rendering her unable to focus properly. And without focus, she couldn’t solve the case that ended with her allegedly burning down the entire school. Which brings her back to you.

The only misfortune? Wednesday was no good at apologies, much less reconciliation. But she was determined to solve whatever was eating away at her productivity. And perhaps she would need to enlist Thing’s help.