Things felt like they were falling apart ever since the old man had made his appearance. everyone was on edge again and it felt terrible. The smallest Klaus had found out he had died and that felt terrible as well. Things were a mess.

it was true that they all stress ate. It was true that with Ben being alive again he tended to eat more than he should too. He followed the smell of the baking from the library down to the kitchen, frowning as he saw counters of cookies and pies.

Mom was stress baking.

Though generally he had thought it was 'stress' baking for the stressed out kids. Right now it looked like she had no idea what to do other than bake. She was back in the old style of clothing, her hair done up again and...

"Mom?" Ben said, coming in to the kitchen counter as he watched her take cookies off a cookie sheet. "Mom... what are you doing?"