Racetrack flung open the Lodging House door to find David's bloody body still sprawled on the stairs. Mush shook his head and thought about how no one in the house had the courtesy enough to clean him up a bit. Unfortunately for Mush, he didn't notice that Racetrack had stopped walking. Mush slammed into Racetrack

"What the hell," was all Mush could say before Racetrack clamped a hand on his mouth. Race pointed around the corner and snickered softly. Trouble raised a confused eyebrow and sighed. Mush quietly tiptoed to the corner to peek at what Race had found so amusing. What Mush saw made him burst out laughing uncontrollably. Jamie's slender figure was pinned against the wall by Jack's body. Jamie appeared to be yelling at Jack in her "indoor" voice. Jack looked distressed. He had his pants half down and Jamie's shirt around his neck.

He was also unable to move because the hutch in the hallway must have fallen almost crushing them. The top of the hutch rested inches above Jamie's head on the wall while the base was still at its original location a few feet across the hallway. Jack's shirt had a few slashes on the back, obviously from the glass that had shattered. Jamie seemed scratch-free except for the gash across her left leg.

"Racetrack!" Jamie yelled when she realized that someone was laughing in the other room.

"Yeah?' Racetrack called back. He immediately winced. That had been the wrong answer. He glanced at Mush who was doubled over and then at Trouble who was horrified. Racetrack wasn't sure if she was shocked from the destruction of the hutch or from Jack standing there in his underwear.

"Racetrack Higgins. Obviously you saw that the hutch had fallen over at a most inconvenient time. I do not find this funny. Neither does Jack. Right?" Jamie asked Jack sternly

"Uh, right." Jack answered meekly. Best to stay on Jamie's good side.

"Why are you still in the other room. I obviously called you so you could come get me out of this fucking predicament!" Jamie yelled. Mush snickered. He knew that Racetrack didn't know what predicament meant. Hell he didn't even know. But Jamie seemed to have an unusually large vocabulary.

"Oh, uh, sorry." Racetrack answered as humbly as he could muster. He, followed by Mush and Trouble, entered the hallway to help their friends.

"So, ah, how'd this happen?" Mush asked innocently. Jamie glared at Jack for a moment before answering.

"Well. We threw David on the stairs with the last ounce of strength we had left. That boy sure does eat a lot or something. And then, uh, well things got a little heavy." At this point Racetrack snickered a little, which got him a dirty look from Trouble.

"And we headed for the stairs. But it was kind of obviously we weren't going to make it up them. And so Jack threw me up against the wall." Mush couldn't hold in his laughter anymore. So he just let it out. Jamie managed to untangle her hand from Jack's enough to throw Mush her middle finger without skipping a beat.

"Well when he did it shook the whole house. So the whole hutch comes flying at us. I jumped off Jack and he pushed me against the wall like, just in the nick of time. The glass that was in there wasn't exactly sturdy. It all came out and crashed on Jacky." Jamie had finally finished her story just as Racetrack, Mush and Trouble, got the hutch back on the right side of the hallway.

"Thanks guys." Jack smiled gratefully. Jamie and Jack redressed themselves quickly while the others went back to where Dave was.

"How long were you like that?" Trouble asked in a shocked tone of voice. Jamie's green eyes flashed a smile as she looked at Jack's pants. His eyes narrowed when he noticed she was silently mocking him.

"Probably forty-five minutes. But enough about that. How was your dinner!" Jamie exclaimed.

"Pretty good. Lacking in one department though." Trouble told Jamie as Jack and Mush carried David up the stairs, with Racetrack who was pretending to help.

"Jacky, come to the kitchen. Let Racey carry David. We have to clean you up." Jamie yelled up the stairs. She heard some grumbling form Racetrack, a loud thud, followed by laughter. She rolled her eyes.

"Come on, we'll chat about this, department, in the kitchen." Jamie assured Trouble.