The October night air was pleasantly warm, and the music from the annual Rave'n ball was muffled from your place just outside the hall.

You had gone to collect some more comfortable shoes, and upon your return you find a girl sitting on her own on the fountain wall, looking down at her white heels. She appeared to be upset, fiddling with her thumbs.

"What was I thinking..." She muttered quietly to herself, unaware of your presence, "Of course he'd stand me up for Morticia..."