Faithful Call
“So you see, the more detail and thought I put in-”
“The more real and stable they become.”
“Exactly.”
“Do they ever become sentient?”
“As far as I'm concerned no, but I haven't really thought of that. Now that you mention it, I'm curious. What if I spend a week drawing a really convincing bear? When it comes to life….would it just act like one? Or is it a shallow reflection of what I think a bear would act like? Or perhaps they're just an extension of my mental psyche, and they're bound to do whatever I command?”
“Interesting indeed.” Wednesday pursed her lips, watching the inky crane fly across the room before shattering against a wall.
They were in Xavier's art studio past curfew. It was the only time when their schedules aligned. Wednesday thought that 'giving her art lessons' was just code for showing him her powers, but she was surprised to find he was rather serious about it. She spent the next couple of hours learning how to draw from Xavier, and in all honesty she improved significantly. She could use these newfound skills to improve her criminal sketching.
But besides line work and pastels, she had more questions about his powers than she initially thought. Xavier did his best to answer, but a lot of her more thought-provoking questions were met with shrugs and 'maybes'.
“Can you bring other drawings alive or just your own?”
”What, you really wanna bring your…” Xavier picked up her drawing, squinting. “What is it again?”
“The Hindenburg disaster.”
“Right…you wanna bring that to life? I mean, your line work could use a little work but I'll try.”
Xavier took in a breath, closing his eyes. Wednesday watched as he brought a strained hand over the paper. She swore she saw the faintest flicker of flames move before Xavier pulled back. “As I expected, only works on my drawings.”
“How convenient.”
“Sorry to disappoint.” He rolled his eyes, flashing a small smile. “You're a natural artist. A couple more lessons and you could start framing them.”
Wednesday shot him a doubtful look. “I appreciate the attempted ego boost, but I'm well aware it takes years to master a craft, no matter how naturally gifted one is.”
“Art is subjective, and I subject, that with a bit more practice, your art can be good enough to frame.”
They stewed in awkward silence for a moment, both staring rather intensely at Wednesday's drawing. It wasn't bad by any means, but not worthy enough to hang with the greats like Giotta Di Bondone and Jan van Eyck. Wednesday expects nothing less than great from herself.
“C'mon let me show you something.” Xavier got up, sauntering over to the corner of his dingy studio.
He pulled the cover off a large canvas, Wednesday's lips parting slightly. It was in his signature style, charcoal smears, but what shocked her was the contents of it. It was of the Hyde attack on the Quad. Wednesday stepped closer, vaguely aware of Xavier's small smile as he brought his hand up to make the drawing move.
Tyler's Hyde was as realistic as ever, his bulging red orbs staring right into her soul. Caspian's small figure stood facing the opposing monster, wand drawn. Enid was next to him, throwing rocks while Xavier and Wednesday flanked the beast, pelting it with arrows and sketches. Tyler snarled, making a swipe towards Caspian who dispelled the beast back with a shout and a blue bolt of lighting. It reminded her of those medieval tapestries that portrayed grand battles.
“You still possess a psychic connection with the Hyde?”
“No, but I couldn't sleep after the attack…It just felt too…too close to home.” Xavier paused, searching for the right words. “I kept on waking up in the middle of the night, thinking he had come back…Whenever I couldn't sleep, I worked on this. I figured, if I could force myself to visualize that day, constantly relive it in vivid detail, it'd….I dunno…I would stop being scared.”
Wednesday turned to look at Xavier thoughtfully. His eyes were cast downwards, a slight glaze to them. He looked more haunted than usual, new demons wrestling with his old ones. “And…is it working?”
Xavier pressed his lips together, slouching slightly. “The tapestry's still got work to do.”
“I see…” Wednesday took the double meaning, not entirely sure what to do with the information. It would seem she wasn't the only one diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder. Wednesday made a mental note to check on Enid later. Speaking of, “Did Ms. Lindsay put you up to this?”
“Nah, but she helped me overcome it. I was never in any direct danger anyways.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, Tyler was going for you.”
Wednesday shot her brows up, tearing her eyes from the drawing. “What?”
“Yeah sorry… I shouldn't have reminded you of that day, even though you say you won't get nightmares I still don-”
“Wait…You said Tyler was, going, for me?”
Xavier mimicked her position, turning fully to face her. “Well yeah…He was practically gunning for you the whole time, you didn't notice?”
“No…” Wednesday admitted dully, her eyes darting in thought. What did that mean? Tyler was specifically aiming for her?
Xavier folded his arms. “Well, he only had eyes for you. It took Caspian and I drilling him with magic and jagged shards to even draw his attention.”
Wednesday barely registered Xavier's voice as her mind started going a mile a minute. She always assumed this was some last-ditch attempt to fulfill Crackstone's wishes of obliterating all Outcasts. But this new information was a revelation. That would account for why no one else sustained any Hyde-related injuries besides their little group. Was Tyler not working in Crackstones interest? Was this a personal hit job?
“Hey…Wednesday?” She drew her eyes up to meet Xavier's concerned face. ”What's going on in that head of yours?”
She opened her mouth, a little more dry than she expected. “It's strange…Tyler only going after me. I would argue he should've at least gone after Enid who fought him last semester. Or you or Bianca, or anyone else who had a hand in Laurel's defeat. “
Xavier tilted his head, a brown strand falling over his face. “I mean if you think about it, it was really risky what he did…Like, he evaded the police for this long so obviously he wasn't forced to expose himself. If he wanted to go after you, why do it in broad daylight? Why not while you were sleeping? What did he have to gain with just your death? And why so soon?”
“Tyler never struck me as a vengeful type, but I just don't know anymore…Nothing adding up right now.” Wednesday nibbled her bottom lip raw. She had this ominous sinking feeling in her stomach that she was pulling on the right thread, and that thread went deeper than she ever imagined. It both exhilarated and terrified her to no end. “I'll need to access the full case file on it.”
“On what?”
“Everything. Tyler, Laurel, the murders from last semester, maybe even the quad attack.”
“Woah sounds like a ton of homework, you might need help.”
“I highly doubt that. I'll make time.”
Xavier sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Ok, so how are you even gonna get those files? Last I checked they're uh…not open to the public.”
Wednesday stopped her chewing, throwing him a blank look. “Do you really want to know?”
Xavier cracked a teasing smile. “Will it make me a co-conspirator?”
“No, that's implying I'll get caught which I won't.”
When it was clear she was not in fact joking, Xavier's smile fell. “Wednesday look, snooping around's one thing but, breaking into a police station is something completely different.”
“So witnessing the mayor's murder is fine but you cross the line at trespassing?” Wednesday rolled her eyes. “I can't afford to be two steps behind anymore. I will get to the bottom of what Tyler is up to. Consider it my efforts to quell your night terrors.”
Xavier opened his mouth to say more but clamped it shut. He instead opted for an exasperated sigh and a ruffle of his long chestnut hair. She was grateful he knew when to cut his losses when it came to talking her out of breaking the law.
Wednesday cracked her neck. “I guess that concludes our drawing lesson.”
“So…what you wanna do-”
“I'm going back to Ophelia Hall.”
Xavier blinked. “So soon?”
“Yes, it's a school night.”
“Since when did that stop you?”
“I value my sleep, Xavier.”
Wednesday spun on her heel, gathering her things off of the floor. She was acutely aware of the pair of olive-green eyes watching her but chose to ignore it.
“You down for another session some time? We don't have to draw if you don't want to.”
“If you're not going to show me art then what's the point-”
“Geez Wednesday, I dunno, maybe I just wanna hang out with you some more.”
Wednesday quirked a brow, turning to scrutinize him. “We already do that.”
Xavier cleared his throat. “Yeah, well some more time wouldn't hurt…Maybe without so many people around.”
Wednesday's eyes narrowed. “…Are you insinuating we go on a date?”
“What?” Xavier flashed his eyes up in horror. “No no…I mean yeah if ya want…I mean no that's crazy talk-”
“I'm not dull Xavier.”
“I'm not saying you are-”
“I've studied the psyche of a teenage boy. I'm well aware of the tactic employed when trying to shift a platonic relationship to a sexual one” Wednesday accused. She wasn't even mad at him, just annoyed that he still denied that he had feelings for her. She was correct in her assent last term. It would make communicating with him much easier if they can both just acknowledge the fact and move on.
Xavier fidgeted with his sleeves before throwing his arms up. “Ya caught me Wednesday, is that what you wanted to hear?” He looked at her exasperatedly before scoffing. “So?”
“Haven't I made it painfully obvious how agonizing a relationship with me would be? I'm barely able to keep up civilities with my peers, a relationship would entrap both of us in an unending spiral of pain and discomfort.”
Xavier pressed his lips into a tight smile wagging a finger at her. “You know, you say that, but I think you're just scared.”
“I'm not scared of anything,” Wednesday responded seriously, folding her arms.
“You're scared that you'll actually enjoy companionship.”
“What if I'm simply not ready?”
“That I can respect. Hell, if you give it a shot and still don't like it, I understand. But completely shutting down the idea without even considering it?”
“I never said I wasn't going to try it.”
Xavier's mouth hung open. “What? Wait…are you saying...What are you saying exactly?”
Wednesday furrowed her brows in confusion. She replayed what she just said and found no cause for such a stupefied reaction. “It is a possibility yes. I cannot predict what my future self would do. As much as I resist it in the present, I am painfully aware I may fall victim to my innate primal desires. I just have trouble seeing that outcome any time soon.”
"Oh...". Xavier creased his forehead. “Fair enough I guess…But as you said yourself, you can't predict the future.” He sent her a quick bullish grin.
Wednesday rolled her eyes. “You're not going to stop trying, are you?”
“I would if you told me to.”
“I would if I cared.”
“Y'know…you can try to push me away,”
“I'm not trying to push you away-”
“To act all tough and cold, but I know that you can care…Deeply.”
Wednesday visibly shuddered. “I'm going to leave before I throw up in my mouth. Good night Xavier.”
With that she left the studio, shutting the door with a resounding thump. They were supposed to walk back together, but she couldn't imagine walking back with a hopeful Xavier Thorpe by her side.
The trek back was arduous given the stinging wind chill. The ladder climb up to her balcony was equally uncomfortable. They were having a relatively dry and warm winter in Vermont, but it still got frigid at night.
Enid was currently having a sleepover in Yoko's room. Apparently, the two girls were going through a bump in their friendship. Enid wasn't spending nearly enough time with her for Yoko's liking. In fact, Enid was usually nowhere to be seen.
She's seldom there when Wednesday wakes up which is promptly at 6:00 am. They would sometimes catch up over lunch and dinner, but even then it wasn't guaranteed. The only time they really had was right before curfew, and by then they were either too busy with homework or too tired.
As Wednesday wandered around her empty dorm she realized she missed her roommate. She wasn't dying for her like Yoko apparently was. Wednesday thought it was rather pathetic how dependent people could get. She quite enjoyed her solitude, even if it lacked the vaunted Enid interruption.
If anything, Wednesday was worried for her health. How she finds time for clubs, social life, and school was beyond her. At this point, she'd need to schedule a whole physical checkup for the werewolf to ensure she was in no less than peak condition.
Wednesday got ready for bed with no intention of doing so. Grabbing her toiletry bag and fresh pair of black and white pajamas, she headed for the Ophelia Hall bathroom, pondering what to do.
She started with a warm shower. She thought about her novel and quickly shoved that idea away. Wednesday was currently going through a bit of a dry spell at the moment. She of course got her 30 minutes a day in, but it was a slog to turn out a chapter. No matter, the inspiration will no doubt strike given the time.
As she flossed and brushed her teeth, her mind went to the stalker. Thing of course filled her in on the latest picture they sent. As expected, he didn't know exactly who it was. However, he did give a few names who cast them a suspicious look or flashed their phone in their general direction at the time of the picture. Wednesday was disheartened to learn Bianca, Xavier, and Enid were a part of that list. Either way, thanks to the stalker's misstep, her list of suspects went from a school worth of children down to 30 people. Perhaps she should wake Thing up to talk about potential next moves? But something tells her waking up the Hand from his beauty rest would result in less than productive banter.
She went through her meticulous skincare routine next. Her phone briefly crossed her mind as a way to pass the time, but she quickly quashed that idea. She'd had her fill of the device for a day after seeing a 'meme' Enid sent her that had her questioning the future of the human race.
Instead, she tried thinking about what Xavier said and everything about Tyler. The attack wasn't completely barbaric as she initially thought. She always knew their paths would cross again, but it was not like this. It was an attempt at her life, not an attack on the school. But the more she thought about it, the more her head hurt. The Hyde wasn't something you just offhandedly plan for on a whim. It required all of her brain power and thought. Both of which she currently did not have while gurgling mouthwash.
Wednesday returned to her dorm still at a complete loss on how to spend her time. Then, it suddenly clicked.
She always said she should call her parents.
She gingerly sat down at her desk, opening the crystal ball. It took a while until she found the right buttons but soon enough, the blue mist started to swirl.
Wednesday felt herself smile slightly, she wasn't aware how eager she was to speak with them. Of course, they spoke right after the attack, but it wasn't really a dialogue more or less an integration. Her parents fussed over her and demanded they speak with Weems directly. They were furious with the lack of safety in the school and even offered to pull her out. But after that mess of a call, it went back to business as usual, straight silence from her end.
There was a slight fluttering sensation in her stomach as the blue mist began to swirl faster. What was she to talk about? It was so out of the blue. Her parents might actually believe something was truly wrong with her.
“Wednesday? Is that you?” Mortica's excited voice came before her face finally appeared.
“Mother.”
“Oh, what a pleasant surprise dear!” The elder Addams cooed before her gaunt features twisted in concern. “Is everything alright? Do you have second thoughts about staying? I can wake up Lurch and have you home by sunrise. Oh! Gomez would be so pleased-”
“I'm not having second thoughts.”
“Oh,” Morticia did little to hide her disappointment. “So why have you called my dear?”
“I had nothing else to do,” Wednesday said bluntly. "How is Father?"
"Busy as usual, but he can't wait to see you for spring break."
"Pugsly?"
"Coming into his own, he's excelling in mathematics"
Wednesday arched a brow. "I'll have to see it to believe it. Send Lurch my regards."
"Will do my bitters."
She appraised her mother. She was as ethereal and gothic as usual, but it was heavily contrasted by her current state. Slightly disheveled, sleeping gown, hair up in a black towel. “Am I interrupting something?”
Mortia waved her off. “Oh no, not at all. You're father sleeping."
"I've just been doing some light reading.” She flashed a cover of a book which made Wednesday's eyes roll.
“Haunting Adeline? Again.”
“It's just so brilliant! I do hope you give it a read when you get the chance. You know, fiction can be just as mind-altering as non-fiction.”
“I'm aware of that fact. But dark romance, or romance of any kind is not for me.”
“Well, you'll never know if you never try.”
“So I've been told...” Wednesday muttered.
There was a lull, her mother just beaming at her like she just won Pulitzer Prize. “This is fun, mother and daughter having a nightly call.”
Wednesday closed her eyes, she knew this was a possibility. “Please don't make a big deal out of this.”
“I'm not making this a big deal my little storm cloud…” Morticia placed a disbelieving hand on her bosom. “Those were some of my favorite parts about Nevermore, the gossip. The postcards back home. You see, back in my day, I'd need to condense every juicy detail of my month into one 6 by 9 paper.”
“You could've used full-length sheets,” Wednesday remarked coyly.
“You of anyone should know the value of getting your point across in as few words as possible.” Morticia chuckled, her laugh lines creasing before resting.
Wednesday could only watch as all mirth from her eyes suddenly drained, her smile faltering. It was like all the joy was sucked out of the very room she was in. “My mother loved reading them, and I loved writing them…”
Wednesday swallowed a lump in her throat. The death of Granny Eudora didn't come as a shock to Wednesday, the woman was on the brink of death for as long as she could remember.
But it didn't make her passing any easier.
Her grandmother was eccentric, to say the least. She would occasionally regale her with stories of murder and mysterious disappearances. Or they'd spend the evening trading books, some of which Wednesday wouldn't have otherwise known about.
She actually got her love of murder mystery novels from her.
As well as her typewriter which was a gift for her thirteenth birthday. Granny Eudora always supported her writer's journey and was eager to get her hands on her work. But she would always refuse, saying it wasn't good enough yet.
She never did get to read her writing.
Wednesday will never forgive her younger self for being too insecure to share her rough drafts.
The death of Granny Eudora affected the entire family, but it hit her mother the hardest. She was never the same since.
Wednesday initially rejoiced in her new subdue demeanor, but she quickly became disenchanted with it one faithful night.
She caught her crying alone in the drawing room, sobbing silently to herself. It was easily one of the most horrifying sights she's ever witnessed. It was like watching a weeping angel visit Earth in hopes no one else would see. There was only so much her father could do, and certainly only so much she could do.
But Wednesday knew for certain, she never wanted to see her mother like that again.
“What would you write about?” Wednesday whispered softly, eyes fluttering.
Morticia snapped out of her reverie, offering a sad smile. “What else but boys.”
Wednesday rolled her eyes. “Of course…If we both attend Nevermore at the same time, I'd probably hate your guts.”
Morticia chuckled. “Oh, I don't doubt it…Speaking of which…” Her mother's mouth quirked into a sly smirk
Wednesday's eyes went wide. “No Mother don't star-”
“Oh c'mon Wednesday! Not even one boy…or girl?” Her mother all but pleaded.
Wednesday braced herself. This is what she gets for being considerate of another's feelings. “Romance at this stage of my life is nothing but a waste of time. Our human bodies and minds aren't even fully developed yet. It's like attempting to extract a liver from an unwilling cadaver. The procedure is bound to fail.”
“Ahh, but Wednesday you're forgetting one crucial factor.”
“And what is that?”
“We aren't unwilling cadavers and romance isn't open chest surgery. Romance is all about trial and error, learning what you like and dislike in people. Growing as a person from it.”
Wednesday's eyes narrowed. “What a nauseatingly optimistic outlook on the barbaric practice of sex.”
“In the real world Wednesday, people get together out of love, not just survival.”
“The high divorce rate and an increasing amount of unhappy marriages say otherwise.”
Morticia sighed, resting her head in her propped hand. “So no one Wednesday? Not even a little crush?”
“That's a resounding no.”
“Alright then, what about friends? Are you making new friends?”
Wednesday hesitated. Seemingly in her list of possible things to do before calling her parents, he has somehow slipped her mind. Well, she knew exactly why he did.
Nothing seemed to be working.
Her therapist said to take initiative and respect his boundaries. Both of which she's been doing to a stellar degree if she could say so herself.
But Caspian was unresponsive and indifferent as ever.
Taking the first step in a friendship meant being vulnerable, being vulnerable meant putting your ego and self-worth in the palms of others. And well, Caspian was all but happy to throw it right back in her face whenever he had the chance.
She hated to admit it, but it was rather upsetting being consistently shut down. It left her with an empty feeling in her chest and made her more dour than usual.
She thought about the consequences of bringing him up, but quite honestly she was at a loss for what to do. Perhaps her mother had some worldly insight from the sheer amount of years she had on her.
Wednesday wet her lips, leaning forward. “There is…. one person, but don't make a big deal out of it.”
Morticia raised a curious brow. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“…He's a boy,”
“Oh?”
“Mother!” Wednesday hissed, staring at every dagger she had on her smirking face.
“Sorry, I just wasn't expecting it, go on.” Wednesday continued to glare at her. “What? I said I was sorry please continue deary.”
She sighed, “I'm trying to…befriend him. But I don't think he wants to be my friend.”
“Does this boy have a name?”
Wednesday chewed on her bottom lip.“ Caspian…Caspian Lee.”
“And does Caspian have any reason not to want to be your friend?”
Wednesday's mind went back to their first fencing class, the incident behind the church, and the nightshade library. She deflated. “Plenty.”
“Oh, dear…” Morticia clicked her tongue, shaking her head. “I see the problem.”
“You do?” Wednesday asked incredulously.
“Yes I do, this reminds me of when I first met your father-”
“Mother I said-”
“The same rules apply I promise.”
Wednesday was unconvinced but stayed quiet.
Morticia smiled fondly, shifting her eyes up. “The first time I met your father, I wanted nothing to do with him.”
“I find that extremely hard to believe.” Wednesday scoffed.
“Oh believe it dear, you wouldn't have been born if he wasn't so tenacious.” Her mother chuckled. “Your father was devilishly handsome and was charming in spades, but we got off on the wrong foot. It was so bad I thought I would rather die than be caught in the same room as him!”
“What did he do?”
“Well, he… actually… perhaps it's best I let him explain. I do love to watch him squirm when he recounts that story” Wednesday tilted her head, making a mental note to grill her father about it. “Any who, you're father couldn't take a hint to save his life. Every time he saw me it was always a grand flourish of affection. Eventually, through sheer persistence, he won me over. But you know what? It wasn't the flowers or gifts or even champagne that did it.”
“What? What did?”
Morticia smiled, Wednesday subconsciously leaning back in her seat when she realized she was a little too eager to find out.
“He was genuine.”
Wednesday blinked. “What?”
“People can tell when you have ulterior motives Wednesday. Believe me, I've come across my fair share of boys whose only intention was bedding me that night.”
She winced. “Too much information.”
“Right sorry dear…So before we continue I need to know…Do you have any ulterior motives with Caspian?”
Wednesday froze. Did she have any ulterior motives? Right of course she did! Her vision she had of him at the Bash. The cave, the screams, all of it. She was supposed to figure out if he was capable of such terrible things she saw. But what had her blood running cold at the moment was the fact that she completely forgot about that.
And she simply doesn't forget.
She got so caught in trying to befriend him, she lost sight of the real reason why she was doing so in the first place. She had dangerous premonitions about the boy, he posed a potential threat. But the longer she sat staring blankly back at her mother, the more it dawned on her. Like a fog rising from the tree line.
That wasn't top of mind for her.
Wednesday inhaled sharply, her head going dizzy with the disturbing revelation. Did she not care if her friends got hurt? Of course, she did. So, why wasn't it front of mind whenever laid eyes on him? Why was every time she thought of him, it wasn't the delirious madman of her visions, but the magnetic boy with a lopsided grin. How did that tiny fact slip her mind?
“Honey you look like you're about to be sic-”
“One moment please.”
Wednesday has never suffered a mental breakdown before, but she felt what she could only assume was the starting of one. There had to be a logical explanation for this. Her mind desperately replayed every interaction they had after the Quad. Scouring her inner dialogue, conversations with Thing, and even written journal entries. Even if it was simply laying dormant in the back of her mind or she made a passing comment about it. But to her utter terror, she came up empty.
If she truly forgot about that crucial fact, then that meant that each time she tried to befriend him, she was doing it entirely of her own volition.
Wednesday wasn't sure when this shift in motivation happened. Perhaps it was after Enid captured her attention with vivacious stories of his home universe that shifted her outlook on him. Or maybe it was after her therapy session. Either way, the truth was embarrassingly clear.
Wednesday came into this as a woman on a mission, and mid-way through she seemed to forget the mission objective.
Wednesday cleared her throat, doing her best to wipe her face of any signs of inner turmoil. “At the start I did…But now I'm not-” She bit her bottom lip. “I'm not so sure…What started out as an interest of sorts has…evolved into something…something different.”
Morticia nodded patiently. “Bad different or good different?”
“I…I'm not sure…I don't know what to make of it…I haven't experienced this emotion before.”
“Attraction?”
“Panic.”
Morticia laughed much to Wednesday's detriment. What exactly was amusing about her current situation? She just made a fool out of herself, to herself. “Wednesday, these things take time. You should just continue being nice to him, let him come around on his own. It took your father a whole term before I even started talking to him.”
“So…” Wednesday let out a calming breath. She needed to focus on one thing at a time.“So I just need to wait?”
Morticia's eyes softened. “As long as your intentions are honest and truthful to yourself, and you're kind, it's only a matter of time before Caspian comes along. Maybe do something thoughtful for the boy, show that you've been listening to him.”
Wednesday hesitated. “And if he still doesn't like me?” She heard herself whisper, cursing how unsure she sounded.
Morticia leaned in, going the most serious look she's ever seen. “Then I say …his lost. He's missing out on a wonderful girl.”
Wednesday felt her cold little heart swell. Rational thought has left the conversation minutes ago and she was running purely on emotions. If this is how Enid functioned all the time then the girl deserved more credit. “I um… I should probably go to sleep soon. Thank you for the advice mother.”
“Anytime my little storm cloud and Wednesday?”
“Yes?”
“I miss you.”
Wednesday hesitated. “I miss you too.”
“I'll call you next week sweetheart, goodnight.”
Wednesday shut off the Crystal ball with lightning speed, instantly shooting up from her chair. She steadied herself from the sudden change in altitude before shutting off the lights and ambling to bed.
She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling her heart beat at an impossibly rapid pace. Even though her mind was still reeling from her conversation, one thing was imperatively clear.
She didn't just need to become Caspian's friend anymore.
She wanted to.
Wednesday wasn't sure how she felt about that.
It was safe to assume she'd get very little sleep that night.