If Huey and Dewey could commandeer a submarine, then so could Webby. She'd awoken that morning after horrific nightmares regarding her grandmother, the Bloodhound Gang, and Lena leaving her. The latter had come true, somewhat, because when Webby awoke, she found herself alone in her room. Lena was nowhere to be found.

Webby slipped through the house like a ghost. The boys were with Della and she wandered into the kitchen to grab supplies. A spatula smacked her hand and she looked up. Her mother, Wren, was standing in the kitchen cooking an omelet. Webby froze. She'd forgotten that her mother had more or less moved in, over Scrooge's objections.

"Where do you think you're going?" Wren asked.

Webby knew Wren was supposed to represent parental authority and she knew she was supposed to respect her. Yet she couldn't. She didn't know what to make of the woman, who was neither her guardian nor a familiar figure. Webby cast a quick glance through the kitchen and into the dining room, where she found Lena nursing a cup of coffee and looking like she'd barely slept.

"Hey," Lena called. "Sorry...I was afraid to wake you."

She wasn't sure why, but the need to find that stone burned within her. She had to speak with her grandmother again. In her nightmares, her grandmother judged her and found her wanting. In her dreams, her grandmother refused to leave her alone and Lena never materialized. It was like her subconscious still blamed her, even though Webby knew for a fact that it wasn't Lena's fault.

"Granny doesn't-didn't-normally let her drink coffee," Webby said.

"She wanted coffee," Wren said with a shrug. "And she looked like she had a rough night."

"Nights are always rough," Lena said, huddled over her caffeine fix. "C'mon, sit next to me."

Webby shuffled over; she felt like she was wasting valuable time that could be spent locating that stone. Still, it was good to see Lena after having worried that her girlfriend had vanished on her. Webby sat beside her and pecked Lena on the cheek. Lena turned her head so that their beaks met and they nuzzled each other.

"I...I want to ask...but I don't think I've unlocked that level of trust yet…" Wren said as she put the food out on the table. The boys entered, followed by Scrooge and Della. So Webby had been right. Whatever the boys had been doing, it must've been with their mother. Louie glanced at Lena, shrugged, and then sat on Webby's other side.

"You lassies look like you could use some more sleep," Scrooge commented, frowning at them. "Are you all right?"

"Sleep's overrated," Lena said and then punctuated her remark with a yawn. She covered her mouth, at least, although her eyelids also fluttered. If it hadn't been for the mug before her, she might have fallen asleep at the table.

"I need to have a talk with you," Scrooge said and brushed his hand against Lena's. Lena jumped, spilling her coffee. "Nothing bad! I don't think I've been fair on ye, lass, since before the Bloodhound Gang incident happened. And I've been putting it off for far too long."

"What about the Stone of Remembrance?" Webby burst out, jumping to her feet.

"The stone of what now?" Dewey asked, staring back at her.

"The Stone of Remembrance is supposed to allow you to speak to the dead," Webby said. "It used to be connected to a pond, but the pond caved in."

She folded her arms across her chest and then unfolded them, thinking she looked too sullen and rebellious. "We haven't gone adventuring in a long time. Not since…"

She swallowed hard, a lump in her throat. Scrooge reached across the table and squeezed Webby's hand. Louie was watching her closely and they both thought of the kiss in the spaceship. ("Take that, Lena." when he'd held her before she'd fallen asleep…)

"Would it give her closure?" Wren asked, finishing up setting up the table and putting all the food out. She sat opposite her daughter.

"I was hoping the funeral would do that," Scrooge said, frowning as he watched Webby pour herself coffee too. She didn't normally drink it and wouldn't have done so if it hadn't been for Lena. Lena reached for her free hand after she'd poured her cup and squeezed.

"Is there any reason why we're not going on adventures?" Webby pressed. Being around the house gave her too much time to think and to barely sleep.

"She's right," Huey said. "It has been a while. Not since Magica…"

He trailed off, wincing.

"I don't want to give you false hope," Scrooge protested. "The Stone is just a myth, Webbigail."

"Like the Spear of Selene?" Dewey said and Della groaned, facepalming.

"No, not like the Spear," Scrooge huffed. He tried to meet Webby's eyes. "Webby, I know this has been hard for you. But I don't know if you're ready for an adventure yet."

"What if I went along?" Wren said. "I used to be a SHUSH agent, way back when. If you needed support or something like that. If you don't, that's okay too."

Scrooge scrutinized Webby. He looked like he was about to refuse again but something deterred him. The boys were looking at him expectantly, except for Louie who had never really liked adventuring. Lena was staring at her phone and scrolling through Instagram beside Webby.

"All right," he said. "After the funeral, we'll see how you feel."

It wasn't a 'yes', but it wasn't a 'no', either. She supposed she'd have to take that for the time being and hope for better later. In the meanwhile, she still had little to no appetite and she poked at the eggs and waffles that her mother had made. Normal conversation broke out, except for her, Lena, and Louie.

"Magica?" Webby murmured and Lena jumped, looking around and grabbing a fork as protection.

"Where?!" Lena exclaimed, springing out of her seat and looking around. "Where's Aunt Magica?"

"I meant your nightmares, Lena. Not…"

"Oh," Lena said, settling down and huffing, undoubtedly feeling foolish. "Right. Of course you did."

"Magica won't be able to get into the manor again," Scrooge said confidently. "Calm down, lass. It's all right. Were you having nightmares about Magica?"

Lena nodded, not meeting anyone's gaze. She stared down at her waffles.

Scrooge removed his hand from Webby's to focus on Lena. "If you're going to pick at your food, maybe you ought to eat later when you're hungry, and we can talk now."

"Sure, fine," Lena said, looking unhappy. Scrooge gestured for her to follow him and they departed; the boys and Webby watched. Webby's stomach roiled. What could Scrooge possibly have to discuss with Lena? Lena wasn't going anywhere. And Scrooge was letting her stay in the manor, wasn't he? What if he changed his mind? No, he wouldn't. He couldn't. Her stomach was tight and she pushed away from the table.

"I'm not hungry either," she announced and Wren frowned, looking over the bountiful spread before them that she had prepared. The boys were eating, at least.

"May I be excused?" she asked and her mother nodded. Webby didn't know where she was going, though. She wanted to look up more about the Stone; Scrooge hadn't explicitly discouraged her from researching her, though he hadn't encouraged it either.

She wasn't looking forward to her grandmother's funeral. It felt like she still lived here and everywhere Webby went, the hallways were haunted by her grandmother's presence. It was inescapable and whenever she thought about Mrs. Beakley, she felt guilt over letting the Bloodhound Gang hurt her. Everyone she'd spoken to disagreed, but Webby still felt like it was her fault. She just wasn't going to share that with anyone.

For years, she'd taken solace in the library and its many books. No one was paying her any mind, so it should be easy to slip out of the house and head for the Money Bin. It occurred to her that her sneaking around outside had led to the Bloodhound Gang getting ahold of her, but she wasn't wandering around at night. Besides, if the others wanted her, she wasn't going to be terribly hard to find.

That didn't stop her from being paranoid and grabbing weapons, which she didn't normally do. Her grandmother had left her the key to the chest and in there, she'd found all sorts of tools that she wouldn't have had access to. This time, if someone came to prey upon her, she was more than ready.

She reached the front door and it chimed. Loudly. It hadn't done that yesterday.

"Webbigail?" Scrooge snapped and Webby whirled, feeling guilty although she hadn't done anything. At Scrooge's side, Lena slumped, looking more tired than before. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Webby attempting to sneak out.

"I, uh, I was going for a walk," she said. "I'm not allowed out on my own anymore?"

"You weren't allowed out on your own in the first place," he said. "You're only supposed to go out with the boys or Lena."

"I can take care of myself," she said, folding her arms across her chest.

"I know you can, lass, but I would feel better if you went with someone," he said. He wasn't bringing up the Bloodhound Gang, but she felt their presence like an almost physical barrier between them.

"Where were you going, anyway?" Scrooge asked.

"I wanted to go to the library," she said, rocking back and forth. Louie had told her multiple times she was a bad liar, so she didn't even want to attempt it. "The archives."

"You're after more information about the Stone, aren't you?" he asked and she nodded, not meeting his gaze. He sighed.

"It's no use telling you to let go, is it? You're a stubborn one."

His eyes narrowed. "All right. You can go. With Lena. And take one of the boys with you too. Preferably Louie, before he ends up glued to the TV again."

"He isn't going to want to go to the library," Lena pointed out, smirking.

"Better the archives than in the house watching Ottoman Empire for the umpteenth time," Scrooge said, shaking his head.

Reluctantly, Webby left with Lena and Louie. She had wanted to do this on her own, but it didn't look like anyone was taking any chances. Perhaps she should just be glad that she was allowed out at all. She tried not to fume. It wouldn't do her any good and anyway, she was getting what she wanted. Just...not all she wanted.

Gladstone shouldn't have let his hormones get the better of him. He'd permitted his affection for Magica, which might have been magically exaggerated, to go to his head and to other parts of his body a bit lower down. He owed Lena an apology and a chance to make amends. He felt guilty for how Magica had treated her, even though it wasn't his fault. When Lena had needed him, he hadn't been there for her. No wonder Lena didn't trust adults.

After his escapades with Magica, he was in hot water with Uncle Scrooge. Scrooge wouldn't tell him where Lena had gone, only that she was "out". Therefore, he decided he'd find something that Scrooge and Lena would like and try to charm his way back into their good graces. He was, after all, a consummate professional when it came to the charm.

Magica had settled down in his flat; it was either that or she could take up room in abandoned studio apartments or underneath the theatre. The lattermost reminded her too much of Lena and the former wasn't appealing to either of them. Gladstone was lucky he didn't need to worry about rent or finding a place to live. One just happened into his lap.

Now, if his luck held out, which it usually did, he thought he knew where to start looking for Lena. Something told him he ought to check in on the Money Bin...after he made amends with Scrooge, that was. He wanted to be on his good side before he materialized out of nowhere on Lena.

And he thought he had just the thing for both of them…

"Well, I can't just turn you back into a duck, now, can I?" Magica huffed. She was alone in the apartment since Gladstone was out being a do-gooder. Poe fluttered before her; she hadn't seen him in years and now he was rearing his head. He still couldn't speak, but she'd always known what he wanted. The few times he'd checked in on her before being trapped in the dime, it was about Lena. Lena this, Lena that. If he'd cared so much about her, why hadn't he stayed together with her mother? Magica rolled her eyes.

"The dime is off-limits," Magica continued. "I'm persona non grata at McDuck Manor."

She folded her arms across her chest to regard him. "Well, if you think you can steal it back, then I'll find the spell to transform you into your normal self. Good luck, brother. You're going to need it."

She sneered as Poe took flight. He wouldn't have any more luck with this than she did. Plus, he couldn't even explain himself. Why should Scrooge hand out his lucky dime to Poe? The raven would have to steal it without a pawn like Lena. Of course, she could always explain the situation to Lena and Lena might be able to get Scrooge to cough up the dime out of pity. But that would require seeing her niece again. Traitorous bitch.

She guessed it came down to whether she loved Poe enough to help him. And whether Gladstone's good nature was rubbing off on her. She preened her own feathers and snorted. Yeah, that wasn't happening. But...oh, fuck. She felt the strange sense that she ought to be assisting Poe.

All right, damn it. She'd go down to McDuck Manor and see how pissed Scrooge was at her. He wouldn't be happy to hear she'd escaped police custody, either, but that was how it went down. And it wasn't like she'd actually done anything to the triplets or Webby. Child endangerment. What was that? Some trumped up charge, that was what.

Poe was lucky he was her brother. She wouldn't do this for just anyone.