Seeing you in this uniform brings back so many terrible memories, doesn't it, Tish?

Yes.

Why don't you boys wait in the car?

Wednesday and I need a moment.

Pugsley.

You're soft and weak.

You'll never survive without me.

I give you two months, tops.

I'm gonna miss you too, sis.

Any plans you have of running away end right now.

I've alerted all family members to contact me the minute you darken their doorstep.

You have nowhere to go.

As usual, you underestimate me, Mother.

I will escape this educational penitentiary.

And you will never hear from me again.

You're a brilliant girl, Wednesday.

But sometimes you get it in your own way.

I'm sure you'll grow to love Evermore.

And find it as life-changing as I did.

Oh.

I got you a little something.

W.

M.

Our initials.

It's made of obsidian.

Which Aztec priests used to count revisions.

It's a symbol of our connection.

Which one of your spirits suggested this toe-curling tchotchke?

I am not you, Mother.

I will never fall in love, or be a housewife, or have a family.

I'm told girls your age say hurtful things.

I shouldn't take it to heart.

Fortunately, you don't have one.

Finally, a kind word for your mother.

Lurch, the crystal ball, please.

Now, we can't talk to you for the first week while you're settling in.

So we'll call you next Sunday.

Don't worry, my love.

Our little scorpion will be alone.