Wednesday coughed up that scattered the dust that settled on her face. Her half open eyelids forcing themselves to open up as she groggily grunted trying to remember what happened, she felt the pain all around her body in her chest, shoulders and legs especially. The blur in her vision fading away revealing a dark grey sky and an approaching rain. Turning her eyes, to her left was Goody Addams lying next to her on her side with a non chalant expression on her face.

"do you remember what happened? and where are we dear?" The blonde ghost asked. face furrowed attempting to do the same thing as her host.

Squinting her eyes momentarily, Wednesday tried her best to think of where she and her body jacking ancestor is. she could not recall what happened earlier only the feeling of the abyss after getting knocked out.

"I have honestly no idea, and I think my brain is going to explode if I kept trying."

Not so long after the battle with Crackstone, Wednesday was once again haunted by the spirit of Goody Addams who lied about the former no longer seeing her after passing through and healing her. The witch took her descendant's fatal injury as an opportunity to use her body as a vessel and possess her periodically, following her whenever she goes, wherever she goes as a spirit bound to her form. Wednesday ofcourse did not took it kindly and laced her with threats and insults but proved to be futile, but in the end their relationship grew better as they both benefited from one another. Goody got a new body while Wednesday gained the former's inhuman strength, speed and healing along with her sorcery and witchcraft.

Wednesday herself admitted that she grew fond of the blonde woman's presence as she reminded her of Morticia and taught her spells and how to control her psychic abilities aside from Goody being her shadow, following her around the school premises.

Wednesday's hands scattered as she searched for her bag, not taking her eyes off of Goody her heart skipped a bit when she can't touch it but eventually felt the familiar black leather then opened it to see if Thing was with her and to her relief he was there but still unconscious. Getting on her knees to stand up she found herself amazed like a child in a candy store, from where she stood is a mass graveyard with white crosses planted all across the grassland. She never seen anything like it, whatever happened here must have been very catastrophic judging by the amount of graves.

"Well that's a sight to see"

As she were grazing her eyes across the scenery, she caught glimpse of an unconscious body not so far away from her quickly realizing it was Enid she sprinted towards her and shook her form in anxiety then prodded her fingers in her neck to check her pulse, moments later she snorted and shuffled following her eyes dilating.

"Huh?" She frowned mouth agape while not taking her eyes off of the goth girl overshadowing her with a relieved face. Enid fought the vertigo electrifying her limbs as she weakly stood up with her arm on Wednesday's shoulder and took steps slowly.

Enid was also taken surprised off of her surroundings. They were not in Nevermore or Jericho, they're probably not even in America at all.

They sat down and leaned on two of the crosses, disregarding the dead buried there to take a quick rest. Enid breathed out of relief and Wednesday on her side just rolled her eyes.

Silence went for a few more minutes until Enid broke the silence.

"Is Thing with you?" The she-wolf asked and got her answer quickly when Wednesday's bag popped like a pop corn and the sentient hand waved at her.

"Oh good lord you're alive and well Thingie" Enid beamed cuffing her fists in glee, Wednesday ignored them with her sword wrapped in her arms and continued pondering where are they, there's something odd and wrong about this place that irked her out. Her innate psychic abilities screamed at her, the aura was otherworldly and she did not feel the least comfortable until she found a single answer. She then looked at Goody who was lying down on the grass fidgeting her braids.

"When I was alive. I love laying down on the grass and stare at the blue sky or stars, their texture on my skin gave me comfort in my darkest moments while fresh air from nature entered my lungs... Prevented my emotions from overwhelming me and unraveling my reason…" Goody commented with pain and nostalgia on her face, remembering on how she found creaks of peace that diluted her wrath upon Crackstone and his mob.

"But in the end… The river of madness drowned me and I met my demise seeking vengeance, everyone else in my life were blown by the wind"

No matter how much she hid it, her wet eyes gleamed with regret and anguish. "All I'm saying girl, is that you need to control your emotions before it controls and kills you." Wednesday found herself empathizing her much more than she expected, she most likely died with everyone she cared and loved already either deceased or shunning her away, believing that she can no longer be saved, something that terrified her.

"Yes… Mother told me on how you met death and how you were no way to be trusted. And she was right, you used my body as yours and now I have to deal with you possessing me. And I'm a fool for thinking that relatives can't become a bigger annoyance than they already are."

They were interrupted as rain drops slowly fell on their arms and cheeks much to their disappointment, and especially Wednesday. "We have to find somewhere to take shelter, now. I don't want my only clothes to get wet and neither you do, right Sinclair?"

The group sprinted as fast as they could in search of a place with a roof with the rain taking pace of their urgency and fell heavier with each step. In the far end they could faintly see a huge warehouse with it's steel walls slowly being eaten by rust. And upon arriving at it's gate and scaling the wire fence, they were greeted by a petite woman with short brown hair and two big red hair clips yelling in terror as she evaded an enormous clawed paw from quite possibly the most hideous and disturbing creature they laid their eyeballs upon yet. Knife in hand, she swiftly retaliated by dashing forward and slashing it's retreating arm.

"What… The… Hell…" The three girls said in unision.