It was silent on the ride to the therapist's office, even more so, when they got out of the car to head inside.

Gomez held the door open for them before going inside himself.

Dr. Kinbott was glad to see them before she led them to her office. Pugsley and October sat on the floor opposite each other, while Morticia and Gomez took the seats and Wednesday sat on an ottoman.

It was silent for a good few minutes while Pugsley decided to eat some potpourri.

October picked at the nail polish on his fingernails and wished he brought a book to read.

Dr. Kinbott asked, "So, who wants to start?"

It was silent.

Dr. Kinbott said, "Maybe we can discuss what it's like having Wednesday and October away from home?"

Gomez looked like he was going to say something, but changed his mind. Morticia looked like she didn't know what to say.

"I mean, for me..." Pugsley started. He faltered, "It – it's been hard not having them around." Wednesday seemed to sit up a little straighter. "I never thought I'd miss being waterboarded so much. Or having October threaten to throw me out his bedroom window."

Morticia smiled and nodded.

"Morticia, Gomez," Dr. Kinbott said. "How have you been coping?"

"It's been torture for us too," Morticia stated.

"Fortunately, my brother, Fester's, rack fits two people," Gomez said.

"Nothing like a good stretch to bring out the best in each other," Morticia said, sticking her hand out so Gomez can kiss it.

"Querida mía," Gomez whispered at her before kissing Morticia's hand.

"Um," Dr. Kinbott said, as there was a particular loud kissing sound.

October looked at the therapist as the sound continued. The nail polish chipped off. It looked better that way, to be honest.

"Enough!" Wednesday snapped.

October felt a little bad for her because she had a front-row seat to that show.

Gomez stopped.

Wednesday pulled old a folder as she stood up, "I think it's high time my parents faced the music." She stepped over October before stopping, "It seems they've been lying to me. Keeping secrets. Murderous secrets that need to be addressed."

October watched as Pugsley ate some more potpourri.

Wednesday showed a form that had a picture of Garrett Gates attached to it. Garrett was kind of hot, in a way.

Wednesday asked, "Who was Garrett Gates, and why are you accused of murdering him?"

"Whoa," Pugsley said.

"Those charges were dropped," Morticia said. "Your father is an innocent man."

"Local sheriff doesn't seem too convinced," Wednesday said, putting the form with the file.

"Wednesday, stop," Morticia said, getting up. "This is neither the time nor the place."

"Actually, this is exactly the place," Dr. Kinbott chimed in. "These sessions are—"

"Doctor," Morticia interrupted. "This does not concern you." She looked at Wednesday, "And I refuse to debate a decades-old witch-hunt with you right now." She took off.

Dr. Kinbott started, "I—"

Gomez started, "Darling, maybe we should—"

"No," Morticia interrupted. "This session is over."

"Have it your way, Mother," Wednesday said. She moved and grabbed October's shoulders to pull him to his feet. "If you refuse to tell us the truth, we'll just have to excavate it ourselves." She dragged October down the stairs and out the office.

Others at the school thought it was weird that Wednesday was dragging him around like luggage like this, but October knew that after the whole monster attack, it seemed like she didn't want him out of her sight. For a few days after the attack, she took over Ajax's bed; leaving the guy to sleep on the floor before Wednesday retreated back to her dorm room. She even insisted on changing the bandages on October's face. Well, she ripped them off his face to make it hurt, but it was the thought that counted.

Morticia was hot on their trail as soon as Wednesday dragged him out of the therapist office. She snapped, "What were you thinking? How could you ambush your father like that?" They barely got across the street, "Wednesday."

Wednesday turned to face her, "How could I? You insisted I go to this school. Did you really think October or I wouldn't find out your secret?"

"You don't know the full story," Morticia said. "Your father did nothing wrong."

"I'll be the judge of that," Wednesday replied.

It looked they seemed to square off at that, before Wednesday dragged him away from Morticia again.

October asked, "Where are we going?"

"Back to Nevermore," Wednesday told him. "I need to harvest a hive for Eugene. Then we'll see him in the hospital to see if Thing had gotten any updates on Eugene's condition. After that, we'll get to the bottom of our dad's murder accusation."

Wednesday went to harvest the honey while October looked over their dad's police record. He looked at the picture of Garrett Gates. The door to the hive opened.

"It's such a shame Gates died. He actually pulled off the whole 90s grunge fashion," October said, without looking up from Garrett's photo.

"Do I even want to know what you're getting up to now?"

"Careful there, Xavier, if you keep tracking me down, I'll start thinking that you like me as a friend and this isn't some ploy to get in my good graces so I'll allow you to date my sister," October stated.

Xavier said, "What if I said I don't want to date Wednesday?"

October laughed, "You look at her the way my parents look at each other."

"I think I'm getting over that now," Xavier said. "Seeing her and Tyler at the dance made me realize that Wednesday and I are never going to be a thing. Especially after the whole, she accused me of being the monster in the woods, and only asked me to the dance, kind of ruined it for me."

That was kind of nice, October guessed. It just meant that Xavier will find some other girl to crush on soon.

"I did tell you to find some other girl to crush on and you didn't listen to me," October muttered.

Then Xavier took the folder out of his hands, like an asshole. Xavier asked, "What are you looking at anyway?" He looked at it, "Breaking into police stations now?"

October asked, "I break into buildings to burn them down to the ground and broke into Thornhill's classroom; you think a locked police station will stop me from breaking in and stealing my own dad's police record?" Xavier looked at him, "Well, actually, Tyler gave it to Wednesday at the Harvest Festival."

Xavier asked, "You broke into her classroom?"

"Yeah, Wednesday and I didn't find anything of importance though," October told him. He looked at the investigation board.

Xavier was silent for a moment, "How did you know you were bisexual?"

October was confused by that question. Why did Xavier want to know? He shrugged, "When I got a crush on some kid when I was eight the same I had a crush on a girl. Why?"

Wednesday came in, holding a jar of honey and wearing the beekeeper's outfit. "I got the honey for Eugene."

Xavier looked amused at the sight.

Wednesday asked, "Why does he have our father's police file?"

"He took it from me," October replied.

"Well, take it back," Wednesday said. "We need to give the honey to Eugene." She set the jar aside as she made work to take off the beekeeper's outfit.

October turned to Xavier, who closed the folder and held it back his back, as if he wanted October to wrestle it from him. October looked at Wednesday, "Yeah, I don't think I'm going to get it back from him."

Wednesday glared at Xavier, who handed the file back to October.

They went to Eugene's hospital room and Wednesday stuck a jar on a table.

"I harvested hive number three," Wednesday told Eugene. "The bees miss you, Eugene."

October looked at the scratches on the back of Eugene's hand.

"We all do," Wednesday told Eugene.

October did, he was sure Wednesday and Casper did as well, but he wasn't sure about the others at Nevermore, because life seemed to go on for them.

Wednesday looked at the monitors as Thing emerged from hiding and said, "Thanks for keeping an eye on him."

Thing signed, No big deal.

October asked, "Do you have any updates?"

Thing shook himself, No.

"He didn't deserve this," Wednesday said.

October looked at Eugene, "I feel like I should be in that bed, not him."

Wednesday glared at him, "Why didn't you use one of your throwing knives?" She jumped and October turned around. A woman had touched Wednesday's shoulders.

"Didn't mean to startle you, dear," a woman said.

"You must be Wednesday and October," the other woman in an orange jacket said. "Eugene's moms. Sue and Janet."

The woman in orange was Sue and the other was Janet.

Janet looked at Wednesday, "You were all he could talk about lately. He was so happy you joined the Hummers."

"Eugene hasn't had the easiest time fitting in at Nevermore," Sue explained.

"He was so excited to finally make a real friend," Janet added. "Well, he mentioned he was sure that he also befriended Wednesday's brother, October. Said that you two were hardly apart from each other."

That felt sort of like a gut punch. Eugene considered them as his friends, and they nearly got him killed.

"Well, I brought him some honey," Wednesday stated, moving to leave.

Sue blocked her way, saying, "Eugene loves those dang bees like they're his kids." She added, "His fuzzy-buzzy babies."

Sue and Janet moved out of the way.

Janet said, "He's going to be okay, right?"

"We should go," Wednesday said.

They moved out of the hospital room, but Wednesday paused in the doorway. She seemed to take a deep breath before moving on.

She decided to take a look at Crackpot's melted statue, while October sat on the fountain. The melted look actually looked good.

"I feel so bad for them," October told them. "They shouldn't have to worry if their son is going to live or not. And that should've been me."

Wednesday started walking around the fountain, and asked, "Why didn't you use your throwing knives?"

"I probably did," October said. "I lost one. I can't find it. I looked through those woods and it's not there. I tried to retrace my path, but I can't find it. The monster probably took off with it while I was face-down on the ground. I can't remember." Wednesday stopped in her tracks. October looked at her, "What?"

"Mother," Wednesday said.

October turned to look. Morticia had a rose with her as she walked into the cemetery.

Wednesday followed after her.

October went to the Weathervane while Wednesday did that.

Tyler immediately said, "Hey, where's Wednesday?"

Of course he would ask that.

"She's following our mom in the cemetery," October told him.

"Ah," Tyler replied. He moved in a weird way, like his shoulder was sore.

October asked, "What's wrong with your shoulder?"

"I must've slept on it wrong or something," Tyler responded. "What brings you here? Shouldn't you be at Parents' Weekend?"

"Wednesday wanted to harvest honey for Eugene," October replied.

Tyler nodded, "How's he doing?"

"Still comatose," October replied.

Tyler nodded, "Hope he gets better. It must've sucked for you both."

"Can't remember," October said. "I should probably get back to Wednesday so we can get back to Parents' Weekend."

Tyler asked, "Did you hear about the coroner?"

October asked, "What about the coroner?"

"My dad said he killed himself," Tyler told him.

"That poor family," October replied, feeling awkward, considering what he had done to his upper arms.

"Yeah," Tyler replied. "Tell Wednesday I said hi for me."

"Sure," October replied, going back to the statue.

Wednesday had returned from her cemetery excursion. "Mother had gone to Garrett Gates's grave."

"Alliteration, nice," October told her.

Wednesday asked, "And where have you gone?

"To the Weathervane," October told her. "Tyler has a sore shoulder, he wanted me to tell you that he said hi, and he also told me that the coroner killed himself."

Wednesday nodded, "Our mother knows Gates somehow. That's why she went to his grave."

October nodded. How did their mother know Garrett Gates?