Morticia found a room a bit further back away from the busiest areas of the ship. She wouldn't want anyone complaining about strange occurrences. She plopped down on the bed with a gloomy sigh. "We haven't even left and I already wish I were back home. What did I do to deserve this" she said, turning to Bonnie. The doll tilted her head slightly as if not knowing. "Oh Bonnie you always know what to say" that was when Morticia noticed a rip on the fabric of Bonnie's shoulder. "You broke yourself again, really? I should've made you out of iron. Come here." Bonnie sat on the bed and Morticia positioned herself behind the doll and got to work sewing the damaged area back together. 

Several minutes later Bonnie pointed to the clock on the wall, alerting Morticia. "What, the meeting in the war room? I don't wanna go, it's just gonna being boring jabber about nothing. I'd rather take a nap" she said lying down on the bed. But Bonnie kept repeatedly yanking on Morticia's sleeve until she gave in. "Alright, alright, I'll go." She then lazily dragged her feet to the war room and joined the others.