It was getting a bit late. Morticia groaned as she got stuck in a small traffic jam. She called the guy again, but he didn't pick up.
Soon, she got out of it and reached the guy's place. She spotted a figure trashing something. Their gazes met.
"You're Bunnie?" he asked, and she ran to him.
"Where is he?"
"He left an hour ago. He left the moment he knew I had called you," he said, and Morticia's heart dropped to her feet. "He had been here since morning, acting all grumpy. I thought it was just one of his mood swings, not until I saw the news about his mother. I asked about it, and he exploded, crashing my things and punching the wall until he bled. So I had to call you." His voice was calm, though it sounded frustrated.
Morticia swept her hair back. "Where is he right now? Which way
