"How can you tell from this angle?"  Weems asked, but didn't receive an answer.  
They passed the wreck and Wednesday looked over her shoulder slightly, Andy already knowing what she was thinking.












Later that night, Kennedy was laying belly down on her bag with a bunch of snacks surrounding her. Andy was under the covers reading her book. "How was your therapy session?" Kennedy asked with a mouth full of gummy worms.
"Not too bad," Andy replied, looking up from her book. "I'm not exactly the best at expressing my feelings."
She nodded. "Totally get that. But Dr. Kinbott's really nice. She's helped me a lot."
She said it like she wasn't expecting Andy to ask her about it, but it shocked her. "You're in therapy?"
Kennedy nodded. "Mmhm. For a few years now."
Her casualness was off putting. "Oh. . .for what?"
"Uhhhh," she trailed. Kennedy got up from her belly and sat criss crossed. "My dad died a few years ago and my mom kind of went off her rocker."
Andy's eyes softened. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," she replied and smiled lightly. "It was harder to deal with a year or two ago when I was still dating Xavier. I was. . .out of my mind depressed. But things are better now."
"That's good," said Andy, nodding a little. She eyed the still open book in her hands. "Maybe I'll get to that point soon."
There was a silence between them. The all of a sudden, the sound of a cello playing caught Kennedy's attention. "Is that a cello?" She asked, puzzled.
Andy nodded. "Yeah. It's Wednesday."
"She plays the cello?" Another one. Kennedy's eyebrows raised. "Wow. Your sister's, like, fucking awesome."
"She's insane," she clarified, laughing slightly.
"Well yeah, maybe, but everyone at this school's so boring. It's nice to add some spice into the mix. . .even if it two goth chicks."
Andy scoffed. "I'm not goth."
"Sure, babe." Kennedy opened a pack of Twizzlers. "So. Did you do anything else while you were in Jericho."
"We went to the Weathervane."
She gasped. "Did you meet Tyler?"
Andy nodded, feeling a grin form on her lips and she quickly tried to hide it.
Kennedy noticed. "Is that a smile I see?" She teased.
"What? No!"
"You definitely are! He's cute, isn't he?" Kennedy continued while laughing.
"No." 
"You're lying."
"No, I'm not."
Her eyebrows went up. "You sure? Cause he's single."
"Good to know," Andy replied blankly.
Kennedy grinned and laid down again. 
"Why? Do you like him?" She found herself asking.
The girl laughed loudly, making her flinch. "Yeah, no. He's not my type. He makes the best hot chocolate though."
Andy smiled again.
There was a knock at their door and Wednesday walked in abruptly. "Sorry to interrupt. Andy, I need you," she stated boredly.
"Hi to you too, Wednesday," Kennedy waved but wasn't acknowledged.
Andy followed her sister out of the room. "What's up?"
"I'm following through with our escape plan. We just need Tyler's help."
The two of them entered the other room. "How are we going to do that?" Andy inquired.
"Enid's letting me use her computer. You're going to do the talking."
Her eyes widened. "What?"
Wednesday faced her. "You've taken a liking to him. He'll listen to you more than me. I've already sent Thing to his house."  She deciphered. 
"B-but I don't—"
"Don't be a baby, Andromeda."
Andy's mouth closed slightly at annoyance. Nevertheless,  she listened to Wednesday and sat in Enid's desk chair in front of the computer. Technology was something the Addams family didn't do so she had no idea what she was doing. "Okay, what do I do?" She asked and stared at the screen oddly. 
"Just wait for him to call you and you'll click. . ." Wednesday motioned to one of the buttons on the computer. "That one."
"That one," Andy mumbled to herself and glanced at the keyboard. "Right. Okay."
After about five minutes, the computer made a sound for a video chat request and Andy stared at the device nervously.  She clicked on the button and Tyler's face appeared on the screen. Now she was more nervous. "Andy. Uh. . . hi," Tyler said first, very unsure of the situation. 
"Hi," Andy responded, her voice going up an octave. She cleared her throat,  "Hi."
Wednesday leaned over her shoulder and they saw Thing in the background. "That's Thing."  She explained. 
"Is he, like, your pet?" Tyler questioned, looked at the hand in fear.
Thing flipped him off.
Andy held back a laugh. "He's sensitive."
"Look, I know Nevermore is ground zero for all things weird,  but this is next level. So, what happened to not wanting to be a slave to technology?"
She froze at the question and pointed at her sister. "Her idea.  Not mine. I was in my bed." 
Wednesday rolled her eyes. "Desperate times. Are you still willing to help us escape?" 
"Well, after what happened today, I figured they'd have you in solitary."
"We can't be contained," Andy told him with a grin.  Wednesday gave her a look and the girl cleared her throat.  "Right, um. . . there's the Harvest Festival this weekend.  Attendance is mandatory. We're going to use it is a cover. If you're still willing to drive us to the train station, I can make it worth your while."
A smirk quirked itself on Tyler's lips. "Worth my while?"
Andy's cheeks turned a shade of red and she blinked.
"Yeah,  I'm in," he responded with a nod. "And no charge.  Consider it a freebie."
"Why?" Wednesday asked weirdly. 
"Cause I wish I was going with you,"
Andy frowned at how disappointed he sounded.
"At least one of us will get out of this helltown."
"You still could," she encouraged, her voice quiet.
Wednesday's eyes shifted between them and she walked away.  
Tyler shook his head. "Nah. But it's a nice idea, though." Another soft grin appearing on his lips.
Andy stared at him through the screen. She wished Wednesday wasn't in the room. When another awkward feeling started to creep up on her, she gave him a quick smile. "See you this weekend." She didn't wait for a reply and she quickly ended the call and slammed the computer shut, exhaling a shaky breath.