Gomez and Morticia stayed together in the snow for some time, neither one speaking, only embracing. When Morticia shivered slightly, Gomez knew it was time to take her inside. "Cara mia, you're going to freeze out here without a coat," he removed his arms from her and slipped his coat off, Morticia still hanging onto his neck. Gomez placed the coat over her shoulders, and returned to their embrace. Seeing that she was not going to let go, Gomez slipped his arm behind her knees and kept the other on her back. Without difficulty, he lifted her up from the ground. Even though he had been away, he had not forgotten the feel of her in his arms, yet he felt that there was less of her now. Barely able to see the house through the storm, Gomez made his way back, carrying his silent wife in his arms. When he reached the house, Lurch quickly opened the door for them. He stepped through the doorway, bringing with him a considerable amount of snow. Gomez let out a small laugh, "Sorry, Lurch," he winked. Lurch grumbled, but put his hand on Gomez's shoulder. The children ran in from the living room to the corridor, "Father!" they said with smiles on their faces, "What's happened to mother?" Wednesday asked. "I think she may be in shock," Ma-ma rang out from across the room, "better take her up to bed before she catches a chill." Gomez nodded his head and moved toward the stairs. As he began to climb, he couldn't help but reminisce about the first time he carried her up these stairs. He smiled at the thought of their odd meeting, and the events that led up to their marriage. He loved her the first time he saw her. She was so innocent, and yet so alluring. He admired every curve of her body, and had come to know it so well throughout their marriage that it seemed impossible to ever forget, but he had. Not a moment went by during his absence that he didn't think of her. But, even someone so familiar with her couldn't help forget things. He had made it to their bedroom now, he looked around and sighed heavily. How he had missed this room, this room which held so many memories. Just an expanse of space, furniture, and walls that had been there in their most glorious of moments. Oh, how he had missed this room. He walked over to the bed, looking it over more than anything, this bed. The bedding was not in order, as it usually was. He could tell that what had been his side of the bed was the side that had been slept on. He swallowed hard, and felt an overwhelming amount of guilt rise within him. How lonely she must have been without him, never knowing of his whereabouts, thinking he was dead. And he, having the luxury was knowing that she was alive and well, he hated himself for it. Gomez knelt down over her usual side of the bed and gently laid her down, her arms falling from around his neck. Her eyes were closed, yet she had a pleasant look on her face. He wanted more than anything to stay with her here, to be there when she opened her eyes so she knew it was real, but he owed his family an explanation. He pulled the blankets over Morticia, tucking them in closely around her neck. "God's," he whispered, "such beauty." He forced his eyes away from her, and quickly left the room.
Downstairs, he and the rest of the family had gathered in the living area together, Wednesday and Pugsley sitting closely to their father. "I don't wish to keep you up all night with my tale, so I will make it quick," he began, only wishing to be upstairs as soon as he was able, to be there for Morticia when she awoke, "I am aware that members of my crew came to all of you with news of my death, which is understandable. We sailed into a hurricane on that night, on my command . The ship was strong enough to withstand the storm, and we had little excitement on our hunt for the rare species of eel that we initially set out for. It was a beautiful hurricane," Gomez smiled, "such winds and waves that you wouldn't believe. I was at the helm, steering us right into the heart of the storm. The ship and the crew worked as one, we laughed and cheered with every obstacle that dared to interfere with the mighty S.S. Morticia, " he stopped and winked at his children, who giggled embarrassingly, "It would have been a flawless adventure if," his expression becoming more somber now, "if there hadn't been a rogue wave. It was a hundred feet high, and towered over the ship without warning. The crew scramble to their positions and I turned the ship to meet the monster head on. The men readied themselves and found anchor, but I was left at the wheel. I was the captain after all. We soared over the wave, with hardly any difficulty, but I couldn't hold the helm. It slipped from my grasp and spun out of control, sending the ship up the wave at an angle. Before I would even think to hold onto the ship, I was tossed overboard like a scrap of meat. We had reached the top of the rave by now, but it was too late. I watched as the crew scrambled to turn the ship back, but they couldn't fight the winds," he stopped at this, pulling his children in closer to him. "How did you survive father?" Pugsley piped up. "Well, we were luckily in the Bermuda triangle when this occurred, so I was able to catch a current and drift to the nearest island. I stayed there for a couple of months while I gathered the necessary items to build a boat. When the time came, I sailed my makeshift boat toward the bigger islands which I could see across the horizon. Unlucky for me, the island I was on wasn't in the fishing territory, so any ships that would have come my way would have been close enough to signal. When I reached the big island, I had nothing but what was left of the clothed on my back. No identity, no money to pay for a ticket home. I made a deal with a local fisherman that I would work on his ship until the fishing migration led me closer to home. It took a lot longer than I had anticipated, seeing that it was the beginning of the season." He didn't want to go on. The reality of how long he had been gone was all around him. "It's alright, father. We are just glad to have you back." Wednesday spoke up. Uncle Fester reached out to the table beside him, "Here, " he said, "your crew brought us this." He handed Gomez a golden spyglass, which Gomez recognized to be his own. He smiled slightly at this, thankful his crew cared enough to bring it to his grieving family. Gomez kissed each of his children on the top of their head, "You two had better get into bed, you have had enough excitement for one night," he laughed. Wednesday and Pugsley hugged Gomez tightly before running up the stairs towards their rooms. Gomez sighed, "Well, I think I will retire as well. It's been too long since I slept in my own bed." He bid the rest of the family a good night and headed up the stairs, feeling a nostalgic sense of nervousness as he opened his bedroom door.