As much as it pained Wednesday to admit, her mother had been right.

Her psychic ability wasn't working, the black inky tears a testament to the claim. Without Goody's book, and after her vision of Enid's death, her ability had simply gone blank. And what with her case, that insipid psychopath Agnes, attending to her school studies, and continuing to deal with her mother...she was tiring. Not quickly, but slowly, and then all at once.

That's how Wednesday ended up napping in her dorm right after classes. There were no new leads, and that coupled with the fact that she had a pounding headache lead to the raven-haired girl dozing off.

Wednesday didn't believe that psychic visions could be experienced when asleep, but certain fragments of her most recent one plagued her nightmares. Enid, clawed hands at her throat. Ravens circling their sector of the graveyard. Dark, heavy clouds threatening the sky. And most of all, those treacherous words...

"It's all your fault, Wednesday!"

She woke with a gasp, covered in a cold sweat. It was early evening, she judged, the brightest part of the day. She blinked rapidly to adjust to the overwhelming light. Her uniform felt tacky against her skin, prickled with distaste.

And, of course, her eccentric roommate was there to witness it all.