In the servant's quarters, Adam looked back and forth before knocking the room inside where Mr. Briggs was. Vincent's coachman opened the door and asked, "What is it, Adam?"
"Briggs, how long are we staying in this place?" Adam looked frightened, and his eyes were wide.
"Master Vincent hasn't mentioned anything about how long we are going to be staying here. It might be two days or it could be a week," Mr. Briggs replied to the young man. "As Lady Marceline is not going to be around until later, you will have to follow Master Vincent until we return to Skellington. Go rest now, consider it to be a holiday."
Holiday? Adam asked himself hysterically. For him, this place looked nothing less than a horror house. Every time he came across the brooding housekeeper in the past few hours, his heart slipped a little away from his chest. Gulping down the nervousness, he asked,
