The Days Before Yesterday
They all knew something was wrong. They were all supposed to be dead, or at least part of nothing. Yet here were all of the previous Morrow days, looking as well as they had in the early days of The House. They seemed to be somehow standing on invisible ground with mist or fog swirling around them, giving no view of what was around them except each other.
There was something else wrong. Wednesday noticed first. "Hey," she said amazed, "I'm not a monster! I'm not even hungry!" Then she laughed. Laughed for the first time since the Will was broken.
The other Days slowly made similar realizations. Monday began running around and jumping up and down. Tuesday began making plans for charity organizations. Thursday started to hug everyone and even cry a little. Saturday and Sunday apologized to one another and shook hands. Soon all the former Trustees were laughing and carrying on like good friends…all but Friday, who sat on the invisible ground and cried gently, almost happily. For once she did not feel the need to suck down emotions. She felt happy…all on her own.
Over the sounds of laughter and tears, another noise was carried through the fog. Humming, the humming of a tuneless song. It enticed the Morrow Days and they all began scanning the swirling clouds for the source of the humming.
Soon the humming grew and swelled, and the fog began to churn and twirl until it formed the shape of a humanoid figure. The rest of the body began to focus in until a man stood before them, wearing a full ensemble of purple clothes that moved and shifted like they were still made of mist.
Still the man hummed his little song, and smiled while he did so. It wasn't a friendly smile, yet it wasn't all threatening either. It was the smile of someone who knew something no one else did. The man reached out into the fog, and drew his hand to the top of his head. As he did so the fog turned into a purple top hat, fully formed by the time he perched it unto his pure white hair.
"So glad you could come." He said. Yet somehow the humming continued even as his lips moved. "I am Yesterday."