The next morning, the migraine ebbed into a mild headache that would (hopefully) go away over the course of the day. He was sure that hearing some kind of orchestra wouldn't help his headache.

He told Ajax what happened, including the whole Crackstone being a mass murderer. Ajax was kind of horrified at what happened.

Xavier sat next to October and asked, "How's your head?"

"Better," October replied.

When he told Ajax about the migraine, Ajax had been quiet and turned the light off, but used the flashlight on his phone to see.

Enid sat on the other side of October, on the bleachers. "Hi."

"Hi," October replied with a smile.

"It is my honor to celebrate our town's history and Jericho's noble forefather, Joseph Crackstone," Mayor Walker spoke. "Now, he believed that with a happy heart and an open ear, there was nothing our town couldn't achieve."

October rolled his eyes. Where the hell did this guy get his history from? But then, history was rewritten by the victors after all.

"Keep an eye on the statue," October told Enid.

Enid was confused, "Why?"

"It's going to be hilarious," October told her.

He knew about Wednesday's plan to blow up the statue. It was what Crackpot deserved, especially with him looming menacingly over every single outcast when they passed by. Crackpot knew what he did.

It just made him hate the town even more, because Crackpot was who they took pride in?

"So, together as one, our community and our friends at Nevermore Academy, we've built a monument to celebrate his memory. Now, may the spirit of Joseph Crackstone—"

"More like Crackpot," Ajax muttered.

"Be memorialized for eternity," Mayor Walker finished.

"As a mass murderer," October muttered.

"That guy fell asleep," Enid said.

The band started playing and October focused on the statue, and the mayor pressed a button on the podium to make water start pouring out.

He wondered if any of these people knew what Crackstone did four hundred years ago.

A puff of smoke caught his eye and he watched it go to the fountain.

Then the statue exploded, causing people to scream and scatter. He sat on the bleachers and caught Wednesday's eye as she played her cello.

He smirked at her and she smirked back at him as she continued to play while everyone else panicked as the statue melted.

Principal Weems dragged the both of them to her office. She ranted, "That was a disaster!" She paced, "The mayor is furious!"

October watched her.

Principal Weems continued ranting, "I've lost count of the angry phone calls, emails, and people in the town, alumni and parents. They want answers and so do I." She pointed at the two.

"I would lead the inquisition, but I left my thumbscrews and rack at home," Wednesday state.

"I didn't do anything," October replied. "I had a migraine at the time and Ajax can attest to that."

"You two are already on thin ice," Principal Weems said. "Wafer-thin ice."

"I swear on my late scorpion's soul, my hands are clean," Wednesday said.

It was the truth. Thing was the one who did it.

"I may not have hard evidence, but I see you both," Principal Weems stated. "You're both trouble magnets."

Wednesday stood up, "If trouble means standing up to lies, decades of discrimination, centuries of treating outcasts like second-class citizens or worse..."

Principal Weems demanded, "What are you talking about?"

Wednesday asked, "Why does this town even have an Outreach Day? Don't you know its real history with outcasts?" She went to stand with Principal Weems at the fireplace.

October followed after them, asking, "Do you even know what Joseph Crackstone actually did to the outcasts four hundred years ago?"

"I do," Principal Weems admitted. "To an extent."

"Doesn't it piss you off how everyone is like 'all hail Joseph Crackstone'?" October said, "Like he didn't sic people to burn down an entire hall full of outcasts, most of whom were just kids?"

"It does," Principal Weems stated.

Wednesday asked, "Then why be complicit in its cover up? Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it."

Principal Weems took a few seconds to respond, "That's where you and I differ. Where you see doom, I see opportunity. Maybe this is a chance to rewrite the wrongs, to start a new chapter in the normie-outcast relations."

"Nothing has changed since Crackpot – I mean Crackstone, because it's pretty obvious they still hate us," October stated. "Only now they force smiles and act like they don't."

Wednesday stated, "If you're unwilling to fight for the truth—"

"You don't think I want the truth?" Principal Weems interrupted. "Of course I do. But the world isn't always black and white. There are shades of gray."

"Maybe for you," Wednesday said. "But it's either they write our story or we do. You can't have it both ways."

There was silence before Principal Weems spoke, "You two are exhausting."

"We know," October and Wednesday stated in unison.

Wednesday glared at him. She hated it when they talked at the same time or when they finished each other's sentences.

Principal Weems seemed to suck in a breath, "Goodnight you two."

They turned to leave the office.

"But you should know, I don't tire easily," Principal Weems warned them.

October played the violin since a word search and Sudoku puzzle just wasn't cutting it. When he stopped he heard 'No!' and then silence from the bathroom.

It took a few awkward minutes for him to realize that Ajax had probably accidentally stoned himself.

He spent another few minutes wondering how long it was going to last and then decided that he probably should ask another gorgon to find out how long it would last.

He finally found one.

"A day at most," the gorgon had told October before closing the door in his face.

October guessed that probably interrupted something and stuck his hands in his plain black jacket that had a gray hood and turned around to go back to his dorm room, only to nearly run into Xavier...who had two scratches on the side of his neck.

October asked, "Damn dude, what happened to your neck?"

Xavier accused, "What are you doing lurking outside Leander's dorm room?"

"I had to ask him a question," October replied, moving away from the dorm room. The guy could probably hear them.

"I wouldn't ask him for any favors if I were you," Xavier told him.

The hell did that mean?

"I just wanted to know how long does it take for a stoning to wear off," October replied confused. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Xavier looked sheepish, "Oh. Why do you want to know that?"

"Ajax stoned himself in the bathroom," October replied, "All I hear is 'no' and then silence. I waited for like ten minutes and he still hadn't emerged so that's all I could think happened. What happened to your neck?"

"Don't worry about it and don't ask Leander for anything," Xavier stated before leaving.

Maybe the memory of him throwing up and bleeding from his nose repelled Xavier or something. Although October wasn't sure why Xavier warned him to stay away from Leander. Or perhaps he was just in a hurry for something. He wasn't sure which.