The next morning, Daphne found herself in bed. She didn't remember how she got from the couch to there, but quickly forgot when she looked at her clock and realized she had overslept. She peeled off her pajamas and slipped on a sleeveless purple sundress and some simple flats. She quickly brushed her hair, and left her apartment. Her neighbor Ms. Scarlett Newton-a friendly and bold woman in her early thirties who wrote for a fashion magazine when she wasn't being a smoke machine outside- accompanied her to the elevator.

"Good morning Daphne, how's work?" She asked cheerfully.

Daphne had gotten so tired of answering the question after fifteen or so times. Ratings were good. Some weeks higher some weeks lower, she was the voice of pop culture in San Francisco. There was a lot to love, but not a lot to talk about off-set.

"Great, How about you Scarlett?" Daphne replied. Ms. Scarlett Newton's job seemed to be the complete opposite of Daphne's. She had a new story about outfits worn by celebrities, things that happened during the design process, and chaotic events that happened before, after, and even during photo shoots. Scarlett could talk about her work, because her speech weren't featured in the magazine. When Daphne tried to talk about work she gave the whole episode away.

"Oh, surprisingly quiet these days. I guess everyone is in such a happy mood and only dressing decent this season." She sighed.

"Oh I'm sure heat exhaustion will cloud someone's wardrobe judgment soon."

"Ah, if only I was as perky as you. I could be there talking on the red carpet instead of Joan Rivers I swear to you!" Scarlett Newton always seemed to have some sort of rivalry with Joan Rivers, in spite of never even meeting the woman. Daphne smirked but didn't reply, the elevator stopped shortly afterward and the neighbors parted ways, Ms. Newton promising to have Daphne over for an evening cocktail and 'taffeta tales' as she fondly named her gatherings.

Daphne found her driver waiting for her, she greeted him kindly and climbed into the back.

"Work, or would you like to pick up some breakfast?" He always suggested that, thinking his employer was to skinny and needed a second breakfast-or in this case, a first.

"To the studio please." Daphne responded. Oliver obeyed and pulled out of the driveway, making sure to drive extra close to billboards or signs of food this morning. Once she reached her destination Daphne's bodyguards helped her inside while some paparazzo tried to get a bad shot of her.

"Tony, please tell me you have psychic powers and knew I was going to be late and made French toast?" The red-head greeted her producer walking into her office.

"I got a better idea, why don't we go to the Fruit Stand? We could get an outside booth. And look at every ones shoes." Her producer-turned-friend tempted her. Daphne argued that their boss wouldn't approve taking a break so close to the start of the day, but Tony had developed excellent persuasion skills and got the hungry TV host to half-heartedly agree. Daphne followed her out to her black convertible, enjoying the drive with the top down.

The Fruit Stand was a restaurant dedicated to healthy eating, a couple opened it after reading that if you ate more fruits and veggies, the more you craved them and the healthier you ate. So the fruit stand had every thing to do with fruit from blueberry muffins to Apple BBQ tofu. The owners were also vegetarians, Daphne liked a good, hearty plate of bacon too much to trade diets. But her best friend had and on occasion tried to coax less carcass in Daphne's palate.

The owners recognized her from when she advertised their restaurant by being photographed in a T-shirt with the restaurants name on it. They told her she could have anything she wanted half off. She ordered a double order of raspberry pancakes and a peach parfait with a coke. Tony ordered the special; three banana muffins, hash browns, and freshly-made strawberry-kiwi juice. Daphne played with the edge of the polka-dot table cloth. Tony narrowed her green eyes at her.

"Quit chattin' my ear off Blake." She said sarcastically.

Daphne looked up from the table cloth. "Hmm? Oh' sorry Tone, my mind is just other places..."

"Boyfriend troubles?"

"You would be the first one to know if I had a boyfriend in the first place."

"Girlfriend troubles?"

"Tony!"

"'Ey, my Mom is one of them. I won't judge." Tony leaned back and gave her a joking grin. Daphne rolled her eyes and gave a smile in return. A young blonde waitress brought them their breakfasts.

"Muffin for your thoughts?" Tony picked up one of her banana muffins.

"I don't really know how to say it." Daphne said in-between bites of pancakes.

"Then I'll guess and you just nod or shake your head." Tony suggested. "Does it have to do with the letter you said was a bill on the show yesterday?" Daphne nodded.

"Is the letter from a family member?" Daphne motioned no.

"The law?" Daphne shook her head again.

"A friend then?" Daphne nodded, feeling silly and sure her neck would be sore later.

"Ahh' gettin' somewhere. Is it bad news?"

"Not really." Daphne responded slowly.

"And according to your face it's not good news either." Tony rested her head on her fist. "I'm out of ideas. You'll just have to tell me."

"Well, there are some...loose ends...at my old job." She chose her words carefully and shoved a spoonful of peach parfait in her mouth so she wouldn't have to elaborate.

"Why not just get some duct tape and fix those ends up then?" Tony said casually while unwrapping her second muffin.

"I left my old job in a really difficult situation." Daphne stiffened up, hoping confessing this wouldn't bring back memories she locked away. "I don't want to put myself in the position I abandoned."

"But you got a responsibility." Tony argued. "I know that's an important value to you Blake."

Daphne said nothing more on the subject. Idle comments were occasionally exchanged, that was all. Daphne paid for their breakfasts and rode back to the studio with Tony. She spent the rest of the morning and half the afternoon in her office. It looked like she was mulling over stories in the newspaper and gathering stories to look into, but she was truthfully focusing on Tony's input to her problem.

Her best friend was right. Daphne did hold responsibility in high regard. SHe had hypocritically let herself slip away from a very important responsibility. She was responsible for Shaggy, Scooby, Scrappy and Flim-Flam. SHe was responsible for keeping them safe. For keeping them calm and urging them on when demons pushed them to the breaking point. She had been very good at dodging and forgetting about her responsibilities.

She slowly got up from her chair and exited her office. Took the elevator up to the top floor and told the secretary she wanted to see the head of the company. A moment had felt like a week, but she sat across from her boss and said with certainty;

"I need a hiatus."

Hello there! Anyone remember me? I actually have a good excuse for no updates. My computer wouldn't let me log in here for some reason :/ But now I can and I can update! Scooby-Dooby-Doo!