Morticia's dorm preparation was finally approved, though her mother didn't love the idea, as she wanted to see her every single day.

"It'll be fine. I'm sure I'm going to have a really nice roommate," Morticia said to her overreacting mother as they drove to her school.

"What if she's bad? What if she hurts you or influences you in a bad way?" Ava asked.

"They won't, and for the millionth time, I'm not a kid. I can handle myself," Morticia sighed, then recalled something. "Right, Mom, what does Morticia mean?"

"Morticia? Why are you asking about the meaning of your name?" Ava asked.

"Just curious," Morticia shrugged.

"I got...