October ended up splitting the fudge between him, Ajax, and Enid because he was glad to see that they were somewhat friends. He did give a few pieces of Xavier, who had looked bitchy because of Tyler and Wednesday.

So, he followed Wednesday to the ruins that had used to be a meeting house, which was oddly quiet as they went.

Honestly, October didn't get why they didn't seal the ruins off to make it a landmark or a tourist destination. Something so old didn't deserve to become a place for meth heads ('Wow, Jericho has meth heads running around? So much for a picture perfect town,' he had said to Wednesday.)

So, he was disappointed at seeing burnt wood and dead leaves. He looked at Thing who signed at them.

"I was expecting more too," Wednesday replied.

"I'm more disappointed," October said. He went to look at another part.

"Who are you talking to little girl?"

It was a homeless man.

"Use the words 'little' and 'girl' to address me again and I can't guarantee your safety," Wednesday warned.

The homeless man said, "This is my place. Get out!"

Wednesday said, "Thing, a hand here?"

Thing crawled up the homeless man's leg and started to choke him. The man started to fight with Thing as Wednesday went to look at another part of the ruin.

"I can't find anything over here. I found some used syringes though," October said.

"Good, you can start a collection," Wednesday told him.

"I'd rather not," October replied as they meet at the door. It looked like Thing had won the fight against the homeless man. October felt a little bad because it was the homeless man's place. Maybe he might return.

Thing signed at Wednesday: Touch something and have a vision.

Wednesday replied, "No, I can't just touch something. My visions seem to happen spontaneously."

Thing signed at October: Use your psychometry.

"I can't look that far back. I can only go back two years, then I get migraines and start vomiting," October said. "I don't feel like turning my brain into mush by going back four hundred years. I might die."

Thing turned back to Wednesday and signed at her: Ask Mortricia.

"I'd rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice," Wednesday replied.

Thing touched a log: prove it.

"Oh, you want me to prove it to you," Wednesday replied, before she began touching things. "No." She added, "Nothing."

October picked up a Taco Bell bag, "This might give you some real insight, don't you think, Wednesday?"

Wednesday took the bag and held up, mimicking getting a vision.

Thing signed at October: How about you try?

"I don't want to see who pissed on what or see people screwing, or see a meth den, and I don't think that homeless man is going to help me out in some way," October told Thing.

He went to the door of the house and pushed it open –

To find a mob of angry village surrounding him. Wednesday fell into him knocking him onto the ground, with October taking her down with him.

"What the hell?" October asked, "Am I in your vision?"

"No, I think I'm in your psychometry's memory," Wednesday said, getting up. She grabbed October's jacket, hauling him up and shoving him to hide behind some barrels, before crouching down with him. He wanted to tell her that the memory wouldn't affect her in any way, but she probably wanted to hear what was going on.

"Burn her!"

"Devil spawn!"

It looked like the villagers were pushing someone around.

"Repent!

The girl got pushed onto the ground.

"Begone!"

"Witch!

"Stand aside!" a voice commanded.

People parted.

"Goody Addams!"

It was Joseph Crackpot – uh, Crackstone.

Crackstone said, "You have been judged before God and found guilty. You are a witch, a sorceress, Luicifer's mistress herself. For your sins, you will burn this night, and suffer the flames of eternal hellfire."

"I am innocent," Goody Addams declared. "It is you, Joseph Crackstone, that should be tried. We were here before you, living in harmony with nature and the native folk. But you have slaughtered the innocent. You have robbed us of our peaceful spirit.You are the true monster. All of you!"

October smelt apple and cinnamon. Well...he was going to have a migraine. He could feel it forming already.

Wednesday grabbed October's arm and pulled him into the barn, hiding behind more barrels. There were people in the barn.

"You are abominations in the Devil's grip! I will not stop 'til I have expunged this New World of every outcast. Godless creatures!" The doors closed and October felt dread.

"Set it ablaze!"

Children and teens screamed.

This was Joseph Crackstone that Jericho loved? A man who pretty much committed mass murder?

Wednesday nudged him and he looked at Goody who was at her mother's side.

"He's chained us all to the floor," the woman said and October looked at the ground at the other outcasts to see that they were chained to the floor.

How can Crackpot live with himself after this?

Stupid witch hysteria.

Wednesday was looking around the barn that was now on fire. She grabbed his arm and started tugging on his arm to follow her.

Goody had gone into some kind of secret hatch. Wednesday started coughing from the smoke, but all October could do was smell apples and cinnamon, because of a migraine.

The memory shifted and they were in some kind of meadow.

Goody ran towards them and said, "He won't stop until he's killed us all!" She looked right past them. "He's here."

October turned to see Crackpot coming right towards them...menacingly. He, also menacingly, snarled, "There will be no escape for you."

October looked him dead in the eye and flipped him off. He would like to see Crackpot try.

He came too on the ground soaked, with Wednesday sprawled on his back. He spat blood from his lips, since his nose was bleeding.

October was sure that he and Wednesday hadn't been this close since they shared a womb. He could smell apple and cinnamon.

Then the pain came full-force, like someone was grinding and stabbing a metal prod over and over in his brain. Then the nausea came.

He shoved Wednesday off of him and threw up.

"I saw her," Wednesday was saying to either October or Thing. "The girl from my visions. Her name is Goody Addams and I believe she's our ancestor from four-hundred years ago. Can you be quieter when you throw up? I think I heard something."

"Can you be quieter, your voice is like needles in my brain. And it's not pleasant," October said, perfectly fine on his spot on the ground. It didn't require much moving. He pulled his hood over his head and got up. He stumbled to Wednesday since he was now dizzy.

He looked through a wide spot in the wall...nothing but spinning forest. He looked at Thing.

"Must've been the bearded man from earlier," Wednesday said. "I think October's throwing up scared him off."

October looked again, only to be met with monster and loud growling and snarling. He fell down and threw up. Stupid loud monster.

The monster ran off and Wednesday ordered, "Come on. Come on."

"I'm right behind you," October said. He got up, grabbed Thing, and followed after. Or tried to because migraine and dizziness.

He may have gone in a different direction than Wednesday.

October asked, "Thing, did you see where she went?" Thing pointed in a direction. "Stop walking in circles!"

Thing flipped him off and October had to throw up again.

Thing moved forward to lead and October followed after him, cursing the fact that he had the world's worst migraine.

October asked, "Are you sure this is the right direction?"

Thing continued on and October tried to keep an eye on the hand. If the world would stop for one fucking minute that would be great. He walked into someone. "Shit, sorry."

"Are you hung-over?"

October would've been fine if it was Bianca. She could easily crush the monster if she so wanted. He would've taken anyone but Xavier.

That's just his luck...being born on Friday the 13th. Of course he was cursed from Day 1.

October said, "No?" Thing had stopped going after Wednesday. "Can we talk later? I have to go after Wednesday."

Xavier asked, "While hung-over?"

"It's a migraine, not a hangover," October replied. He looked at Thing, who was signing at him, basically telling him to stop flirting and move his ass. "I'm not!" He went forward a few steps, and had to stop to dry-heave a few times.

Xavier asked, "Who are you talking to?" He was oddly close to him.

"Thing," October said. He pointed at the hand.

Xavier asked, "Is that a hand?"

Thing waved at Xavier.

October said, "His name is Thing. He's family." Thing signed at him: stop flirting already. "I'm not." Seriously, Thing couldn't see that?

Then tell him to stop flirting. "He's not."

Oh, yeah what a turn-on; soaked from rain, blood coming from his nose, vomit and mud on his jacket and hair, looking and walking like he was hung-over...real sexy. Xavier probably wants take him roughly against a tree. Not.

Xavier asked, "What is he saying?"

"Don't worry about it," October told him. "I really have to go." He went after Thing, or tried to.

The smell of apples and cinnamon made him throw up.

There was a hand on his shoulder.

Xavier asked, "Should you really be looking for your sister in this state?"

"She would look for me even if she had some dude's voice stabbing her in her brain," October told him.

"Sorry," Xavier said.

Thing snapped at October to get his attention. Let's go.

"I'm trying. I'd like to see you deal with a migraine, but you're just a hand," October snapped at him. Thing flipped him off. October flipped Thing off too, "I can do that too, Thing. But wait..." He raised his other hand and flipped him off, "I can do that with both hands, unlike you."

Xavier asked, "Are you seriously arguing with a hand?"

October kept moving, "What are you doing here?"

"I heard Wednesday say that she was going to check out the ruins," Xavier said.

October rolled his eyes. Bad idea.

He threw up.

"It's a good thing I did, or you would've eaten mud," Xavier told him.

"I walked into you while you were standing around like a tree," October replied. He squinted as he followed after Thing.

Xavier grabbed his arm, "This way." He started leading October down the trail at a very fast pace.

It definitely wasn't helping with the dizziness, especially since Xavier seemed hell-bent on making sure that October ate mud.

"Slow down," October told him. The fast pace and dizziness was not helping settle his nausea. "I'm going to throw up."

Xavier, thankfully, stopped and October dry-heaved instead. Xavier asked, "So, what happened?"

"Went four hundred years back with my psychometry," October explained. "I can go two years back, usually."

"Jesus, four hundred years is impressive," Xavier stated.

It really wasn't. He read about a woman who could go seven hundred years back and that was without the aid of someone who gets visions.

They finally made it to Wednesday who was staring down at something.

"Took you long enough," Wednesday told October.

"When my head feels like its splitting open again, I'll make sure to try and hurry next time," October told her.

"That's all I ask," Wednesday said, taking his other arm and pulling on him to get Xavier to let go of his arm. "Come on. I'll take you to see the nurse at Nevermore."

"Oh, the hot nurse," October replied. "He works out."

"Good to know," Xavier stated, confused.

When they got back, October didn't see the nurse, preferring to take a shower and take a nap instead.