Sixteen years later…October 10th 1996

"Pugsley! Stay Out of My Room!" "Come on Wednesday! Torture me!" "No! PUG!"

Morticia sighed as she listened to her almost sixteen year old fight with her twelve year old. She looked to her youngest son who was only four.

"Promise mother that you won't ever yell." Morticia spoke to him as he sat on the floor by her feet. He was playing with an old set of thumb screws.

"I won't ever yell mommy." Pubert promised his mother. Morticia smiled at him.

"That's my little vermin." She spoke before returning to her knitting. Morticia found her thought's drifting to the upcoming day, but had to stop herself. "Pubert, darling, I'm going to go talk with father. Be good."

"Okay, mommy." He says absentmindingly playing.

Morticia leaves and goes to her husband's office. She didn't bother to knock instead she just opened his door and walked in. He was sitting at his desk making a phone call with his stock broker. His feet propped up on the desk. Gomez smiles when he sees her walk in.

"Barkley, I will call you back on the matter of purchasing that stock." Gomez spoke as Morticia walked over, running her hand along the blades of the swords on the walls. She sat down on the edge of his desk.

"Call you later, bye Barkley." Gomez hung up the phone and then turned in his chair to face his wife. "Cara Mia, how lovely to see you."

"Gomez," She spoke looking at him intently. "I'm sorry that I interrupted your call, but I…" She couldn't talk her throat closed up and she had to force back the tears.

"Tish, come here." He spoke as he patted his lap. She moved and sat down on his lap. His arms wrapped around her. "You can always interrupt me when I'm in my office, my pet."

"Oh, Gomez, I cannot stop thinking about the upcoming day." She whispered as she rested her head on his strong shoulder.

"Nor can I. It has been sixteen years since we had our twins, and since we lost Tuesday." Gomez spoke back softly.

"I cannot help but think about where she might be or what life would be like if she was still with us." Morticia said as she begins to fiddle with her husband's silk cravat.

"I know, Tish. I'm sure she is safe wherever she may be." Gomez spoke trying to comfort his wife. "Do you think we should tell Wednesday yet?"

"Darling, no. Not until we find her." Morticia reached inside her husband's suit jacket and pulled his wallet out of the inside pocket. She opened up the worn leather wallet and pulled out a photo. They both looked at the photo as tears came to their eyes.

The photo was of them, when they were younger. It was taken on the day the twins were born. Morticia was in the hospital bed holding both her girls with Gomez sitting beside her.

"My girls, all so beautiful." Gomez spoke as he brushed away the single tear that rolled down his wife's cheek. Morticia moved her finger over the picture.

"I miss her, Gomez." She spoke with a sigh.

"As do I love, as do I…."