The next morning, Vincent's things were packed and ready. He loaded them into his car, with Ava by his side, having insisted on escorting him.

Nica, secretly watching them leave around the corner, held back her tears. Where was he going? Would he be back soon? She was already missing him-so much.

Morticia bit her lip, trying to hold back her tears. Why was she about to cry when her annoying, overprotective brother was leaving? She sighed, waving as his car pulled away.

She stood there for a moment before heading back inside, only to meet Klaus's gaze.

"Oh... You're still here?" Morticia stuttered. It had been a while since...