Some would call her mysterious. Some may say creepy. Some, spooky. Some, weird. Some, terrifying. But only you could say she was yours. At least, only you could without needing to be sent to the emergency room.

Nobody knew how you did it (even you yourself were unsure), but Wednesday seemed to take a liking to you above anyone else in her life. And that, dare I say, was a title worth fighting for.

One night, you and her were sat in her dorm, in a comfortable silence. You were busy freaking out over Rheneas coming back, while Wednesday was sat at her desk, clicking away on her typewriter. Yet, with each page she completed, she always felt it lacked her signature touch. So, to the sidelines it went. Then another. Then another. Then yet another. She was growing rather frustrated, suffice to say, so she sought someone who would listen. And, if you weren't paying attention, that's you.

"I'm missing something. I've never been deprived of material like this before. It's maddening. I always have something, but not today."