That evening, Rik, Mike and Neil were sat at the kitchen table. Vyvyan had come home in an even better mood, much to their disappointment.

After a meal of pasta, cooked by Vyvyan that didn't contain any: knifes, razor blades, bits of bricks, laxatives, sleeping tablets or anything else that he usually threw into supper to make it more 'appetizing' Vyv headed upstairs claiming he had homework to do.

"This, like a librarian" commented Mike as they heard Vyv's bedroom door close "is very very very serious!"

"What are we going to do?" asked Neil,

"I don't know," replied Mike, nibbling at his nails, "Rik, anything you want to add?"

Rik was in no state to come up with ideas, he was sat on his chair hugging his knees, twitching madly and chanting softly "Nice Vyvyan, it's wrong, all wrong, wouldn't hit me with a cup, Ooohh, it's bad, very very bad!"

"Right Rik, we'll take that on board"

Neil's eyes lit up as he was struck by a thought "I had this friend right, and he started acting all weird, he cut his hair and wore suits and then sank to the lowest of the low" he paused for dramatic effect "got health insurance!" Neil shuddered,

"Does this story have a point, Neil?" asked Mike,

"Yes it does, the reason why my mate was going all...funny was because he was in love!"

"WHAT" screamed Rik, pulling out of his temporary madness "ARE YOU SUGGESTING THAT VYVYAN, A MAN WHO WEARS METAL PLATED UNDERPANTS, MR PUNK OF THE MELLENIUM, A PERSON SO VIOLENT THAT HE ENJOYS ATOMIC BOMB MASSAGES, IS IN LOVE, THAT HORRID ICKY, DIGUSTING THING THAT HAPPENS BETWEEN A MAN AND WOMEN AND FORCES THEM TO GET MARRIED, HAVE KIDS 2 DOGS, A CAT AND A FAT, OVER FED DEPRESSED BUDGIE NAMED GERALD AND HAVE A HOLDIAY HOME IN THE SOUTH OF FRANCE?"

"Eerm...yes!" replied Neil meekly, edging away from Rik,

"As much as I hate to agree with Rik who is famous for his lack of coolness, it's the stupidest idea I've heard!"

"It could happen!" protested Neil,

"What could?"

The boys leapt up from the table and moved back, Vyv was stood in the door way, watching them pleasantly,

"Errrrm" they all stammered,

"Say something," hissed Mike,

"What?" Rik his back

"ANYTHING" hissed Mike, jabbing him in the ribs with his elbow.

"What could happen?" repeated Vyvyan, walking towards them,

"Man could land on the moon," said Rik a little too loudly,

"They already have done Rik, 1969, Neil Armstrong?"

Rik fidgeted before stating simply "crap"

"Nice one Rik" said Mike sarcastically, clapping him on the shoulder then more force then necessary, "I'm glad we have you here to get us out of sticky situations"

"Any time Mike!" beamed Rik; obviously the concept of sarcasm had slipped past him.

"Vyv" began Neil "are you in-" he wad cut off by Mike clamping his hand over Neil's mouth, (he had to stand on tiptoe)

"Am I in what Neil?" asked Vyvyan, twisting and twirling strands of hair on his head,

"Mmmpph mmmpph mmmpppphhh mmm" mumbled Neil, trying to speak through Mikes hand,

"Nothing, nothing, it doesn't matter," said Rik quickly as Vyvyan was about to open his mouth "Vyv, do you mind if we ask you a question?"

"Certainly, Rik"

Rik faced flushed with anger "STOP CALLING ME RIK!" he shouted, clenching his fists,

"Okay, Rik" said Vyv, holding up his hands in retreat

"YOU SAID IT AGAIN!"

"RIK" roared Mike over his mad screaming, "SHUT UP AND GET ON WITH IT!"

Rik's angry was replaced by embarrassment "okay, Mike" he muttered, staring at his feet, Vyvyan why do you want to be a doctor?"

Mike grinned, for Rik that was a pretty smart idea,

"Well I want to help people, make them better, give my bit back to society and make a bit of money"

"So you can buy a big house for you and your WIFE" said Neil, having managed to shove Mike's hand away, Vyv's cheeks glowed and his scratched the back of his neck nervously, "I've got to go" he said finally, he tugged on his fancy jacket and checked his hair one last time.

"Where are you going?" asked Rik, still wary of this 'new, kind, thoughtful sensitive Vyvyan'

"Out" he replied simply, opening the door,

"What d'you mea-" it was too late; Vyv had walked out the door and was off, whistling merrily.

"This is hopeless," wailed Rik, throwing himself dramatically on the couch "I want the old Vyv back, if only he still wore his chains and denim and would call me 'puff' at every available opportunity"

Mikes eyes lit up "Guys" he grinned, "I think I have a plan"