This was torture. As much as she loved torture, this was beyond her comprehension. Wednesday had just gotten a text, no, wait, a drunk text from Enid asking her to come pick her up from Jericho. There was something about "friend" and "drink", but a drunk werewolf's speech is worse than a Siren's song. Wednesday sat for several minutes with her eyes closed under the active tapping of the Thing, wondering whether she should go to help at all.

Wednesday was walking to the sound of giggling. loud, stupid giggling. Turning the corner, she finds two girls sitting at a bus stop, although the buses have not been running for a long time.

"You have 10 seconds to explain what's going on here." Wednesday says coldly to Enid, glancing at Enid's fellow traveler

"Wednesday!" Enid continued to giggle, holding onto your thigh "Meet my friend, she is normie. We total drunk...."