It came as no shock to anyone that Morticia was enjoying the dark, stormy weather. She was relaxing on the couch and reading some sort of ancient book, when all of a sudden, a knock at the door disrupted her reading time. Morticia gets up quietly, making her way toward the door with no rush. She was expecting some nosey town member, or perhaps a traveling salesman. What she wasn't expecting, however, was a small, blonde boy at her door, soaked to the bone.

"Hello, dear. What is it you need?" She asked, not a hint of any sort of emotion.