Wednesday is avoiding the festivities at all costs - A blanket race? Really? When there are so many sports with more potential for violence? - and instead lurking where she feels so much more at home.

Graveyards are supposed to be quiet, solitary places, unassaulted by the frolicking people that infest nearly every space in the world.

Today, however, that is not the case.

Today, everyone is here. And, therefore, Wednesday would rather not be here. She'll come back with a shovel when it's dark and quiet and she can be alone with the dead.

She's beginning to leave when she passes by a man contemplating one of the overturned graves.

"Digging them up would be one way to find out."