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Iris sat in the back of the car, silently hitting her head off of the headrest as they passed a sign that said "Welcome to Jericho."

She really did not want to go to therapy.

Weems stopped the car outside a pristine white building. "Dr. Kinbott's office is on the second floor. Other Nevermore students swear by her." She told them.

"And you'll be waiting here until we're done?" Wednesday asked. Iris hoped not. Hee and Wednesday had made an excellent plan for an escape.

"Perhaps afterwards we can visit the Weathervane for hot chocolate." Weems suggested, and Iris did have to agree, a hot chocolate sounded nice in this cold weather.

"Principal Weems, this feeble attempt at bonding is beneath you." Wednesday said to her, pulling the handle and climbing out of the car. She turned back round, "And chauffeuring your students around is clearly below your pay grade."

"Given your history, I'm sure one of you is intent on running away." Weems called after them, "I'm here to prevent that from happening."

Wednesday paused, staring at her for a moment, "I wish you luck." She finally said, slamming the door shut.

"God, that woman is insufferable sometimes." Iris muttered, and she swire she saw the corner of Wednesday's mouth lift up a little.

The two sisters walked up the stairs being greeted by a very blonde woman dressed in pale grey jumper.

"I read the notes from your school counselor." She informed them.

"Mrs. Bronstein. She had a nervous breakdown after our last session and had to take a six-month sabbatical." Wednesday said, and Iris smiled a little at the memory.

The room was very white, with pictures hung up on walls and candles lit all over the place, pillows placed on the chairs.

"Go ahead and take a seat." Dr. Kinbott said, sitting down in one of the armchairs. Iris sat in the other one, pulling her feet towards her as Wednesday sat on the bit in front of her.

"How did you two feel about that?" Kinbott asked, referring to Mrs. Bronstein.

"Vindicated." Wednesday replied, "But someone who crochets for a hobby isn't a worthy adversary."

"And you, Iris?" Iris panicked slightly, glancing at Wednesday.

"My sister doesn't like to talk to strangers, especially therapsits." Wednesday warned, glaring at Kinbott.

Kinbott nodded, "Adversary?" She repeated, turning back to Wednesday, "I hope we can forge a relationship based on mutal trust and respect." Wednesday sighed, and Iris bit her lips to stop herself from laughing, "This is a safe space for you two. A sancutary where we can discuss anything. What you're thinking, feeling, your views on the world, personal philosophy."

"That's easy. I think that this is a waste of time. I see the world a place that must be endured, and my personal philosophy is kill or be killed."

"So, for instance, when someone bullies your brother, your response is to dump piranha in the pool."

"You know the old saying, never a knife to a sword fight. Unless it's concealed."

Iris nodded in agreement, and Dr. Kinbott continued, "The point is, you assaulted a boy, and showed no remorse for you actions. That's why you're both here."

"He lost a testicle. And, technically, Iris didn't help me. She just arrived as it happened." Wednesday pointed out, "I did the world a favour. People like Dalton shouldn't be allowed procreate. I've answered all your questions."

Wednesday stood up, Iris unfolding her feet. "We're not done yet." Kinbott said, and Wednesday sighed, and sat back down, Iris thankfully movung her feet in time.

"Therapy is a valuable tool to help you understand yourself. It can teach you new ways to deal with your emotions. It can aldo help you build a life that you want."

"I know the life that I want, and Iris does too." Wednesday butted in.

"Tell me about it. Everything said in these sessions is strictly confidential." Dr. Kinbott leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, "Do your plans involve becoming an author? I understand you've written three novels about a teen girl detective, Viper De La Muerte. Can you tell me about her?"

Iris could sense that Wednesday was becoming agitated by the way she was rolling her shoulders, so she secretly wrapped her pointer finger around her sister's pinkie, grounding her.

"Viper is smart, perceptive, chronically misunderstood." She finally said.

"Any luck getting your work published?" Irisi glared at the women, knowing the answer already.

"Editors are short-sighted, fear-based life forms. One once described my writing as gratuitously morbid, and suggested that I seel psychiatric help." Kinbott hummed, "Ironic, isn't it?"

"How did you take that?"

"I sent her a 'thank you.'"

Irid smirked, remembering herself helping Wednesday pull back all those mouse traps that would later trap the editor's hands in.

"I've always been open to constructive criticism."

"I'm glad to hear that. Because I was sent the manuscripts as part of your psych evaluation. The relationship I found most intriguing was that of Viper, her younger sister and their mother, Dominica. Why don't we dig into that?"

Weednesday paused, and Iris wet her lips with her tongue. "Wednesday, part of this journey requires us going to uncomfortable places emotionally."

"I don't travel well." Wednesday replied, "Would you mind if I use the powder room first?"

Kinbott held up her arm, gesturing towards it, and Wednesday got up, and walked into the bathroom. There was a crashing sound, and Kinbott called out to Wednesday.

"Wednesday." No reply, "You can't hide in there for the rest of the session."

"I'm alright. Just... preparing myself for the rest of our unconfortable journey." Wednesday called back. There a silence for a few minutes, before Kinbott got up to check on Wednesday, trying to open it using the door handle.

Iris used this opportunity to focus all her concentration on turning herself invisible, using the stuff Wednesday had recommended her, seeing as she had read up on it.

Her body soon disappeared, and Iris quietly snuck out of the room, thankful that Kinbott had left the door open.

She ran outside, seeing Weems was on the phone to someone in the car. Iris caught sight of Wednesday, who had bumped into a farmer, her head flying backwards. She snapped out of it, turning back to the farmer, who said something to her, before running off, an invisible Iris following.

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