“I thought she was gone for a week,” Wednesday mutters to Thing, who is annoyingly revelling in the idea of Wednesday missing you.

You. Bubbly, friendly and colourful you! Wednesday should’ve hated you, swore to Thing she did, but both of them knew that simply wasn’t true. If anything, you were her closest friend.

Whether it was the forced proximity of a dorm room, your incessant & repulsive kindness, or something inexplicable, you had wore down her isolation.

Thing taps Wednesday’s shoulder, alerting her to footsteps by the door. Her heart, infuriatingly, races.

Knock, knock, knock.