Standing outside the hotel, Margaret and Dracula were seeing Jonathan and Mavis off.

"So, it's sliced avocado, rolled oats with apricot, the Aveeno moisturizer after every bath."

"And…"

"And then the shea butter on his tush before his PJs…"

"And then 20 minutes with the nebulizer…"

"While we read his Learning Factory Phonics book to him." Margaret and Dracula said in union.

Margaret placed a gentle hand on her niece/step daughter's shoulder.

"He's going to be fine, Mavey."

"It's asking a lot, Auntie Marge. We could just take Dennis with us."

That's when Dracula butted in.

"What? Are you kidding me? And get him off his routine?"

The two female vampires looked to him.

"No, no, no. You kids go to California and see if it's the right place to raise Denisovich."

"And you guys remember how to video chat, right?"

Margaret held up her hands.

"Oh, no, my darling. I'm not good with all the technology but your father is."

"Yes, yes. With the phone and the buttons and the agony."

"Thanks for being so understanding, guys. I know you guys will keep him safe."

"Of course, Mavey. Stake our hearts and hope to die."

"I'm just gonna miss him so much."

After handing her son over to her aunt, Mavis kissed her son's face then kissed the tip of his nose.

"I love you, Dennis."

Dennis kissed his mother's nose.

"I love you, Mommy."

"We'll tell him Mavey Wavey stories every night before bed."

"You guys are the best. I love you guys."

"And we love you too." Margaret and Dracula said in union.

With his arms open, Johnny made his way over to Dracula.

"Gonna miss all you guys. You're all my family. Love you, Drac."

"Yes, I love you too."

Margaret stifled a giggle when she heard the sarcasm in her husband's voice.

After the hearse drove away, Margaret looked to her grandson, just in time to see him let out a yawn.

"All right. Back to bed."

Margaret made her way up the stairs and into the hotel.

Once she walked into Dennis' room, he was fast asleep.

"Sweet nightmares, my little Denisovich."

After placing a kiss to the top of his head, Margaret made her way out of the room.

"Now, I'm heading back to bed."

"Are you still not feeling well?"

"Don't worry, my Count. I'll be fine."

As Margaret made her way to their room, she stopped then looked to him.

"Nothing funny. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my bleeding heart."

"I mean it, Drac."

He held up his hands.

"Okay, okay, okay."

"Good."

Once Margaret made her way to the room, she laid down in her and Dracula's coffin, unaware of what her husband was up to.