In her and Johnny's room, Mavis was packing up the last of their things when there came a knock at the door.

"Come in."

The door opened and Margaret stepped in.

"Hi, honey bat. Do you need any help?"

"I would appreciate it."

Walking into the room, Margaret began to help Mavis with her packing.

"So, did Dad send you to talk me out of this?"

"No. I just…"

Immediately, Margaret felt the nausea coming over her.

"Auntie Marg?"

Quickly, she rushed to the bathroom.

Following her aunt, Mavis stood behind the door and watched as her aunt flushed the toilet then began to wash her mouth out.

"You're pregnant, aren't you?"

After she spit out the water, Margaret grabbed a towel then wiped off her mouth.

"When are you going to tell Dad?"

"Your father has a lot on his plate right now."

"Auntie Marg, I just think that Dennis…"

"Mavey, you don't have to explain yourself to me. You're Dennis' mother."

Moving over to her niece, she placed her hands on her shoulders.

"In the end, you know what's best for him."

After she placed a kiss to Mavis' forehead, Margaret made her way out of the room to leave Mavis with her thoughts.

"I can do this."

Coming to a stop, Mavis looked to her son's room.

"I'm a bat. I'm a bat."

Gently, Mavis pushed open her son's bedroom doors to see Dennis standing on some of the moving boxes.

"I'm a bat. I'm a bat. I'm a bat!"

"Dennis?"

Turning around, Dennis looked to see his mother.

"What are you doing, sweetie?"

"Nothing."

"Careful. Let me help you down from there."

Gently, Mavis grabbed her son and put him down to the floor.

"Are you getting excited for your big party?"

"I guess so."

"You know who's coming? Daddy's whole family. Grandpa Mike and Grandma Linda. All your cousins and aunts and uncles who love you so much. And then they're gonna be with us when we move to California."

Immediately, Dennis' blue eyes filled with sadness.

"Mommy, are we going away because I'm not a monster?"

"What? No. Dennis, of course not. It's just…grown up stuff."

"Okay. But what about Papa Drac and Mama Marg? They're gonna be here all alone."

"Papa Drac and Mama Marg have to stay here to run the hotel. But they'll visit us and we'll visit them."

Immedtialey, the sadness left the little boy's eyes.

"Can we call them every night?"

"Sure."

With a small smile on her face, Mavis pulled her son to her and held him close.