AN: I don't own any of these lovely characters. I will blame Mason if I mess up any facts, and have a strict conversation with the little man in my head if my grammar sucks.(He insists on making me obsess over my writing skills, makes it hard to take notes in class.) If they become overly OOC, I will murder Anderson with spoons. Please let me know if I'm rambling too much at any point. I'm pretty sure that in my head (along with grammar-man) there is an overly-descriptive 5 year old girl with no attention span. :)

"Are you shitting me?! London?"

"That's right peanut, we're on orders to transfer. A lot of deaths happen in London, and we as reapers have to do our part." Rube explained in his don't fuck with the system voice. I hated that voice. He uses that voice when he's pissed at the gravelings. It meant that there was no reason to fight it, our transfer was arranged by Upper Management.

"And all of us are expected to just pack up and leave our lives here?" Asked Daisy, "That doesn't work for me."

"Well, I'm excited! I haven't been home for a good decade." Mason piped up.

Rube nodded. "See, Fuck-Up is excited." Mason frowned at Rube from across the table.

I checked my watch. "I guess I can ask Delores if she can arrange a job for me. I don't suppose reapers are paid for public service in England?"

"Nope. Stop and give this to Charlie on your way to work." He dropped a brand-new black cellphone in my waiting hand. I flipped it open, raising an eyebrow at Rube.

"I bought two phones with international coverage, so we can still contact other reapers here if we need to." The look on his face clued me in, Charlie can check up on your sister for you. I smiled at him. He could be very annoying and mean, but Rube could also be really thoughtful.

I drove to the vet clinic Charlie hangs around; hopefully he would be nearby. Stepping out of the car, I tried to think of what to tell Delores.

"Hey Toilet Seat!" The boy looked just the same as always, his red sweater and hat torn and dirty.

"Hi Charlie. Did you hear the news?" I might as well check.

"Penny at the hospital said something about the whole External Influences division going somewhere."

I held out the phone.

"Yeah. England. Mind checking on Reggie every once in awhile? We're gonna be away for at least a few years."

"Sure," Charlie replied. "It's not a problem."

I thanked him, and told him to stay out of trouble. He just laughed as he sped away on his old skateboard. It was time to go to work, and face the music.