Ophelia was pacing in the study trying to figure out what to do next. She had panicked when she saw Gomez looking at the decanter. She wasn't even sure he had seen her true reflection but she had knocked him out all the same. Ophelia was waiting for him to regain consciousness. However when he would awaken he would find himself tied to a chair. Maybe she could pass off her actions as one of Morticia's intimate games with her husband, they were no stranger to violence after all. Noticing Gomez awakening she put on her best seductive smile, "Glad to see you awake husband?"

However Gomez was not fooled and glared at her with such hatred. "You are not my wife!" He had seen Ophelia's reflection in the decanter. "What have you done with Morticia?" he shouted.

The real Morticia and her mother were trying to look for a way to reverse the spell before confronting her sister, when they heard Gomez angry voice from somewhere in the house. "You must go Morticia." Esmeralda urged her daughter, "With Ophelia's lie discovered she'll become more desperate."

Lurch offered to go with her but Morticia refused, "No Lurch this between my sister and me." Thing leapt onto Morticia's shoulder not wanting to be left with Esmeralda. Morticia accepted his gesture of support and quickly headed to the study where she believed her husbands' voice had come from.

"She's dead." Ophelia lied smoothly knowing that the news would devastate him. She was running out of ideas until she had noticed her mothers' axe resting by the fire place. It was one of the few possessions that had survived the fire when her family home had burned down and it held a lot of sentimental value to her mother.

"I don't believe you!" Gomez declared interrupting Ophelia's thoughts. His soul knew his wife was alive, just as he knew the woman standing before him wasn't Morticia. Gomez was very angry at himself for not realising it sooner and began struggling in his bonds. He needed to find his wife and beg for her forgiveness. Gomez stopped struggling when he noticed the imposter holding an axe.

"It doesn't matter whether you believe me or not, you're going to die anyway." Ophelia approached him smiling malevolently. "You know it's kind of fitting really," she began to explain, "My mother butchered my father with this axe when he was about to leave her for his soul mate." Ophelia then raised the axe ready to strike Gomez, "And now I'm about to end you with it after you left me at the altar for yours."

Ophelia was about to bring the axe down to strike Gomez but was stopped when Morticia burst into the room and tackled Ophelia to the ground. Gomez didn't need to be told who had saved him, his heart already knew, "Tish!"

"Gomez you know it's me?" Morticia was relieved to have made it in time to save her husband but was surprised that her husband had recognised her in her sisters' body. Morticia still wasn't certain she believed in soul mates but the evidence seemed to be speaking for itself.

"I'd know you anywhere cara mia." Gomez gazed at his wife, sure she wasn't in her own body and she had spent the night the dungeon but she was still lovely in his eyes. Morticia had the chance to take in her husbands' appearance. She could tell he had suffered in her absence, his suit was uneven, his hair was a mess but the way he had looked at her made her feel warm again.

Ophelia growled at the exchange, this wasn't supposed to happen, she was supposed to be winning. "Enough of this." She grabbed the axe and swung it at her sister only to have the blow blocked by Morticia using the closest thing she could bring to hand a fire poker. Morticia made a mental note to herself to have more weapons placed in the study, you never know when you would need to defend yourself and considering how often her husband liked to duel when he did business, it seemed like an obvious solution.

"Thing!" Morticia called out, "Be dear and untie Gomez will you? Me and my sister have a score to settle." Thing gave his mistress a thumbs up and began to make his way to Gomez to untie him whilst the sisters continued their duel outside. Morticia forced Ophelia to stumble into a side table in the corridor. Ophelia grew more frustrated at her limited movement because of the dress she was wearing and began to tear at the bottom of the dress to allow her to move more easier which had made Morticia furious. "I liked that dress." Morticia stated as she swung the fire poker at her sister, "That was my favourite one."

Ophelia, who had given up with the axe, grabbed a sword from the wall and fought back. "How can you tell?" Ophelia sneered, "All your dresses look the same!"

Morticia glared at her sister hatefully, "You needn't talk, Daisy!" She knew she was riling up her sister by using their fathers' nickname for her but was enjoying the fight with her sister. Gomez had told her countless stories on how he and his brother had fought which made Morticia really jealous. She only wished she and her sister had that kind of relationship and now here they were dueling with each other. Ophelia lost in madness and jealousy trying to take Morticia's head off with a sword, Morticia never thought they had ever been so close to each other as sisters.

Elsewhere in the house Thing had finally got most of the ropes off allowing Gomez to free himself. "Thanks for the help old man." Gomez rushed out of the room and into the corridor to look for his wife. He followed the trail of damaged furniture up to the roof of the house. He found the two women outside on the roof grappling with each other dangerously close to the edge. It was nice to see the sisters bonding; it kind of reminded him on how he and his brother Fester used to fight.

Ophelia had gotten the upper hand over Morticia and was slowly pushing her over the edge. "Now with you gone maybe I will be the favourite."

"You were already the favourite." Morticia said struggling for breath; the statement had made Ophelia pause. "You were mine." Mortcia confessed.

Before Ophelia could figure out what Morticia's words had meant, Gomez pulled Ophelia away from the edge, he liked a good fight to the death but not at the risk of his wife's' safety, he wasn't ready to lose her so soon. However as he pulled Ophelia away to safety the momentum had caused Morticia to fall off the roof and into the graveyard below. "Tish!" Gomez shoved Ophelia away from him and looked into the graveyard below. Ophelia's body landed onto a stone altar causing her neck and spine to break on impact. Morticia's soul was in that body before the fall, had Gomez lost her?

Gomez almost succumbed to his grief until he heard a familiar voice behind him that had set his heart ablaze. "She defied the forces of nature and paid the price."

Gomez turned around and looked the woman behind him, "Tish, is it really you this time?" He wanted her so desperately to be the real her this time, he didn't think he could go on living without her.

Morticia could see how devastated Gomez was and knew just how to set his mind at ease, "Oui, mon amour."

The rush adrenaline that flowed through Gomezs' veins when she had spoken those French words signaled to him that it was truly his wife, mind, body and soul. Not wanting to waste any more time he took his wife into his arms and kissed her passionately. Morticia slid her arms around Gomez and ran her long red finger nails through his dark hair. They held onto each other under the moonlight never wanting to let go of the other ever again.