The moment Joseph Crackstone fatally stabbed Wednesday Addams, Morticia felt an invisible W slice into her chest.
"Morticia?" Gomez fumbled for the lamp as his wife's screams cut through the night. This wasn't the good kind of screaming either; it was the type that meant something was horribly, irrevocably wrong. When Gomez finally located and flipped the switch, he found his wife lying on her back, grasping at the bedsheets as the searing pain began to subside.
"Morticia!"
"It…it's Wednesday," Morticia gasped, her eyes filling with tears. "Something's happened to her,"
Gomez felt his stomach drop. "What did you see?"
"It's not what I saw, it's what I felt," Morticia's voice cracked. "She's dying,"
"Mom? Dad?" Pugsley appeared in the doorway. He knew the rules- no going into his parents' bedroom if the door was closed- but the screams sounded like an emergency.
"Get Lurch," Gomez ordered, "Tell him to get the car ready, we're going to Nevermore,"
As Pugsley left to do as he was told, Gomez grasped Morticia by the shoulders. "I'm going to call Larissa to find out what's going on," he said, pulling out his address book from the nightstand and dialing the principal's number into the rotary phone.
"By then it will be too late," Morticia thought. However, as Gomez tried unsuccessfully to get through, Morticia was hit with another W-shaped sensation in her chest. This time, however, it was soothing, as if trying to heal any invisible scars from the excruciating sensation she'd felt only minutes prior.
Gomez slammed the receiver down. "She's not answering," he said, only to turn around and find Morticia looking downward at her hands in her lap.
"Something…happened," she said. Her voice was shaky and her eyes red, but she was much calmer. "Someone saved her,"
Gomez dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and took Morticia's hands in his. "Oh Tish…" his voice trailed off.
"Try a different number for someone at the school," Morticia said. "Our baby may be okay at the moment, but she's certainly still in danger,"
As Gomez flipped through his pages of contacts, Morticia stared out the window and said a silent prayer, hoping that whatever Wednesday was facing she'd have the strength to overcome it.

The school was abuzz with excited students as they scrambled to pack their things and return home for an extended break. Wednesday, of course, wasn't running around like the others as if she were a chicken with her head cut off, but this didn't stop Morticia from embracing her daughter the moment she saw her.
"Morticia felt her daughter freeze under her embrace from the affection, but this time Wednesday didn't try to pull away, nor did she threaten her mother with death by execution. Perhaps Nevermore really did have a way of helping people view the world with a new perspective.
As the family helped Wednesday pack the last of her belongings, Morticia excused herself and glided over to Principal Weems office.
Slipping through the unlocked doors, Morticia was relieved to find nobody else in the room. She strolled through the office, musing on the fact that the room in and of itself hadn't changed much since her time at Nevermore, though its décor and occupants certainly had.
"I know we had our differences over the years," Morticia said aloud, "But I'm glad you were Wednesday's principal. You could be tough, but fair…which is something Wednesday needs.
"Not everyone gives Wednesday the benefit of the doubt," Morticia continued. "Most don't, if I'm being honest, and only because she looks and thinks differently than some. But you listened and confronted this Thornhill woman with her, and for that I am grateful,"
Morticia looked out the window. It was a tediously sunny day, the kind of weather she personally hated…but she knew Larissa would have loved it.
"Wednesday is not the easiest child to handle," Morticia admitted as she stopped in front of Larissa's desk, "Nobody knows that better than me. But you did so with grace. What I guess I'm trying to say is…thank you, for all that you did for my family,"
There was a gust of wind outside, unhooking the old latch on the windowpane and blowing the window open just enough for the sunlight to grace Mrs. Addams skin with warmth. Morticia smiled- perhaps she'd been heard after all.