Morticia pushed through the crowd, heading for the wardrobe. She had a worried expression on her face and the ghost girl asked her if anything was the matter. Gomez had not stopped for his coat on his way out and she was now pretty sure that he was in trouble. Or dead. He was unarmed for the evening, not at all prepared to fight over his wife with a werewolf.

- I'm afraid my husband has become a ghost like you. She tried to pass it like a witty remark about her worried look, but she could clearly hear the fear in her own voice.

- Don't you worry, honey, said the the girl. I would have noticed a new ghost around, especially a handsome new one like your husbond.

- Did you see where he went then?

- Oh, just outside for some fresh air I guess. He was in a hurry. Went out with this other gentleman.

- A werewolf ?

- Yes, precisely.

Morticia thanked her and hurried outside without putting her cape on. She made her way up the steep stairs and saw a crowd of creatures, people and other beings, gathering around an angry man. She let out a shivering little sigh and couldn't help but smiling. Her dear, old husband throwing a tantrum again. He sounded completely well, save from the fact that he was insanely angry.

Gomez stood on the frozen ground looking exactly like a bull in a bullfighter arena after the matador had run away from the game. His eyes were glowing and the air escaped from his wide nostrils in visible little clouds of steam. His rival took off without a fair fight like the coward he was. Nobody, no matter what type of creature, as long as he was a he- no male in the whole universe should dear to lust after his woman in the way that creep had done. Gomez knew something was wrong in the same moment Morticia sled down from the wall. She reached for him before she collapsed on the floor exhausted from too much pleasure, but he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and turned around, quickly. He hadn't been a fencer for years for nothing. He knew when someone was about to stab him in the back. And there he stood, this awful creature with his hard on glaring at his wife and drooling shamelessly.

If this had happened at his home Gomez would have challenged him to a duel. He had a rich collection of different swords, knifes and pistols, yet here he found himself unarmed and forced to meet this monster of a man in a simple fist fight. He was too angry to think of the consequences and his voice of common sense laid senseless at the floor in that fateful moment. So they went outside, ready to fight until one of them died, at least that was what Gomez thought they had agreed on. But just when he had thrown his vest and pulled up his sleeves, just as he was ready to seize his fate- his rival decided to turn into a pumpkin! Of all ridiculous retreats this was the most cowardly retreat he had ever witnessed!

-The clock strikes twelve- and boom! A pumpkin! How dare you! How dare you insult me like that?

- Darling, you are screaming at a vegetable.

Her voice sounded as cool and soothing as ever but he was still angry.

- A moment ago this was a werewolf with the nerve to…to hit on you!

He spat out the last words in disgust.

- And now it's a pumpkin, she said calmly simply stating a fact.

- Well someone's got a twisted idea of fairy tales, I must say. Gomez blinked and looked at the pumpkin again as if he still couldn't believe his own eyes.

The pumpkin said nothing. It didn't even had a carved mouth to reply with, and no real interest in other men's wife's what so ever.

- I'm freezing, mon cher. Morticia tugged at his shirt.

- Why don't you call for a taxi instead?

Gomez finally turned to look at her.

- Speak some more french, then.

He sounded a bit like a sulky child and Morticia couldn't held back a smile.

- It was for your honor, cara mia.

- I know.

She kissed his cheek with cold lips and put her arm around his waist slowly moving him away from the battlefield saving the poor pumpkin from being smashed to bits. While they walked towards the taxi stand she gave him a rhapsody of random french words through chattering teeth. He placed her cape over her shaking shoulders and then his coat, hugged her hard and kissed her hair.

- You are mine, only mine, mine forever, he said.