Well, so here it is, Halloween, and sadly I am not posting the concluding chapter as I'd planned...oh well. We're getting there. Thanks to those of you who are sticking with me, and have a great Halloween!

Karen let out a terrible scream as the other three pounded down the remaining pavement to the gates, the money Jack had stashed in his shirt fluttering out on to the ground.

"Leave it!" Will shouted as Jack attempted to go back for it, and when Karen raised her knife into the air and tore after him, Jack seemed to think better of it and obeyed.

"Gardener, what the hell are you doing just standing there like we're doing this for your own entertainment?" Karen shrieked at him. "Get out your hoe and start swinging!"

"Uh…Mrs. Walker, I…"

"I'll consider your request for a three figure paycheckkkkkk…" she sang out impishly.

"Done!"

"What?" Jack cried out in disbelief. "But…Gardener…after everything we've been through…well, Saturday afternoon in the strawberry patch at the very least…"

"Yaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" From out of what seemed like thin air, Gardener produced a hoe, which sent Mason running and froze Jack in his place.

"Hmm…" Jack tapped his chin several times thoughtfully. "Maybe I'm thinking of the cook…"

"Jack!" Will yelled in his direction.

"Huh? Oh. Aaaaaaaaaaaghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jack managed to dodge not only the gardener, but Karen, who lowered her knife quite suddenly, a malevolent grin spreading over her features. Before Jack had a chance to ponder this over, he watched her dash back over to the gates and punch in the code that would close them.

"No!" Will and Grace screamed in unison, putting on extra bursts of speed. Grace screamed again as she came across a wet patch of concrete and found her feet leaving the ground before landing flat on her back.

"Leave it!" Jack ordered as Will turned back for her, he himself clubbing the gardener on the side of the head with a ceramic potted plant, which put him out straightaway.

"Shut up and run, Jack!" Will retorted as he yanked Grace to her feet.

"Mason!" Karen called over to her stepson, who had yet to reach the doors, "throw yourself against the skinny one the way you do the ice cream man when he doesn't give you enough double scoops!"

Another scream was about to work its way from Grace's throat when Will clapped a hand over her mouth. "She wasn't talking about you, she meant Jack," he said crossly.

"So you're saying I'm fat," Grace said indignantly.

"I'm not saying anything, I'm too busy running!" The gates had clanked two thirds of the way shut by then, and they glanced around frantically for Jack, who was in the process of hastily attempting to trade two Tootsie Pops and a pack of Chuckles he had found in his pocket for Mason's full-sized almond Hershey bar.

"Jack, the gates!" Grace howled. Will pulled her through to safety and Karen, expression twisted up in rage over the two that were just out of her reach, went for Jack once again.

"Uh…uh oh…" Jack clasped his hands together anxiously, his eyes darting in all directions. "Um…" He cast a quick glance back toward the house. "Mason! What are you doing in that liquor cabinet, it's not like she won't notice you replacing her Jack Daniels for SALAMI!"

"What?" The moment it took for Karen to follow his gaze was all Jack needed to spring for the gates.

"Hurry, Jack, hurry!" Grace cried; the gates were nearly shut. With a twist, a flip, rounded off by a broad cartwheel, Jack landed neatly on his two feet outside the gates.

Grace grabbed him to her. "I would kiss you if my desire to kill you wasn't so much more," she told him through clenched teeth as they sprinted down the long, winding driveway, where they could still hear Karen screaming and attempted to ignore it.

"Well, now what?" Will wanted to know as he tried his phone once again and still found it to be out of service. "I don't suppose anyone thought to call a cab."

"It's funny that you mention it, Will, because I did think about it at one point, the only problem was…oh God, what was I doing, running for something…" Grace chewed her lip in thought. "Oh yeah, my life!"

"So what are you suggesting, Grace, that we try to escape by foot?"

"No." Grace paused. "I am suggesting that we take the limo."

Three pairs of eyes traveled to the side, where the inert limousine sat.

"You think?" Will said warily. They let another moment or so go by before they dashed over to it, examining it prudently. Grace tested the driver's door, finding it unlocked, and yanked it open as Jack jumped into the back.

"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhh!"

"Oh my God…Driver…" Jack breathed as the deceased body spilled out onto the brick pavement. The three of them were momentarily frozen before Grace shoved the rest of him out of the driver's seat.

"At least this way we can start using crosswalks again," she said.

"Grace, what--get out of there, you're not driving!" Will commanded, forcing her over.

"Queers can't steer, now get in the back!"

"Well, you're from Schenectady, like that's so much better!" Will shot back. "Where a two car pile up versus three counts as a pass!"

"Will, get out, we're losing time--"

"Knock it off and don't pinch me--"

"Quit it--"

THUD.

Will let out a terrified yelp and leapt over Grace's lap, landing in the passenger seat. The threesome slowly raised their heads to the roof of the car as one.

"What was that?" Jack whispered loudly.

More sound reverberated from overhead.

"It almost sounds like…someone's up there," Grace gasped out.

As if on cue, a head of wild hair emerged over the roof of the car, appearing through the windshield, a maniacal expression on its face.

"Aaaaaaghhhhhhh, it's heeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Jack screeched.

"Grace, floor it!" Will screamed and Grace rifled frantically through the ring of keys she had snatched from the driver's jacket pocket.

"Oh God…I don't know…which key…Will, help me…"

Jack whimpered from the back, his knees drawn up to his chin, balled tightly against one of the tinted windows. He didn't notice the hand snaking down over the edge until it connected squarely with the glass, causing a fraction of it to shatter. Jack's scream corresponded with Grace's finding the correct key and jamming it into the ignition, and they went roaring off into the night, clouds of dust from the concrete billowing up in all directions.

"Where is she?" Will shouted, and the answer appeared in the form of Karen's hand, clawing desperately at Will's window.

"I can't do this," Grace wailed as she caught brief sight of it, and slowed slightly. "She's still Karen…I can't…we'll end up killing her, Will, if we…"

"Grace, she's Damien gone female!" Will yelled. "She'll never die! Now step on it!"

Rather than waiting for Grace to comply, he swung his leg over hers, aiming for the gas pedal.

"Will, no!" Grace tried to fight him off, Jack making a racket in the back as his body slammed helplessly against one side of the car, then the other.

"Grace--get--off--" Will snarled, ignoring Karen's face appearing sporadically through the various windows as she attempted to hold on. "I don't want to kill her, I just want to get her off!"

"Great, Will," Grace huffed resentfully. "We're completely terrified here and you have to wonder your innermost thoughts from Thanksgiving 1985 out loud!"

"What are you talking about--"

"Don't tell me that wasn't the first thing in your mind when I tried to ride you like a wild stallion!"

"Ugh." Jack clutched his stomach. "I don't know why you would remember that at all. It's like…puberty, or…going on a date with someone you met in the produce aisle at the grocery store. It just doesn't make for memories you want to keep on the ol' desktop." He tapped his head a few times.

"I'll have you know that if Will had been straight--"

"Sweetie, this is like the deli that goes by the five second rule rather than health code standards--I just don't like to go there."

"Whatever, Will," Grace growled, "I would have made a great screw and you know it."

"Well, we're all going to be screwed if we don't get Spiderwoman off of there," Will said. Grace was so busy sulking that she noticed too late Will going for the brake.

"Will--!" The car went screeching to a halt and Karen went tumbling headfirst past the windshield, on to the ground.

"What if--" Grace's voice was barely audible, but her unspoken question was answered as Karen leapt up with a scream, prompting collective screams from Will, Grace, and Jack.

"Or not," Grace said, her voice trembling as she shifted the car back into gear and squealed around her.

"Damn it!" Will burst out as his phone failed him once more.

"Will, use the car phone, it's right there," Grace pointed out in utter annoyance.

"Unless she slashed that along with everything and everyone else," Will said, reaching for it.

"No, she needs it for the essential V's: Valium and Vicodin."

"And the numerous additional essentials that don't start with V," Will agreed. Upon finding a functioning line, he pressed in the number he had come across on the prescription label, switching to the speaker feature so they could all listen in. He didn't know what he was expecting on the other end of the line, but it wasn't a low toned, dangerously soft, "Yes, Mrs. Walker. It's all ready for you, upon your arrival, provided that you come up to the door."

"Uh…" Will had by this point been rendered speechless, quite the contrary to Grace who spoke up, her tone flawlessly matching Karen's to a tee.

"Yeah, yeah, honey, you do that…you know what I like, the fat one was shoving Snickers bars and gumdrops down his gullet so fast I could swear he choked, died for a minute or two, and then came back to life…so if you've got something that could knock a girl unconscious for several hours while modifying the memory that you could throw in, I might be able to give you a treat of your own…"

What came over the phone was a formal, "I will certainly do all I can…"

"Do what you will, honey, just be out there when you hear Driver knocking, two short, one long, then another shorty. You've just got to refresh Driver's ol' memory, he's about as good at remembering where he's going and what he's doing as he as at driving himself…where is it you're at?"

He rattled off an address located on the East end, in which direction Grace promptly turned the car toward.

"Fabulous. Kisses." Grace gestured for Will to disconnect.

"I can't believe you did that," Will told her slowly once he had, "but that was brilliant."

Grace shrugged. "What choice did we have? If he didn't think it was Karen, he never would have talked. He probably has some kind of system rigged up so he knows when she's calling."

"She probably doesn't even need to call him for him to know he's dry," Will scoffed. "She doesn't need to call any pharmacist in the whole state for them to know she's dry, she supports the entire pharmaceutical economy on behalf of New York all on her own. If there isn't some kind of Oriental gong going off when she runs out, then my name isn't Will Truman."

"For what it's worth, sometimes we all wish it wasn't," Jack offered.

"Jack, do us a favor and take a trip--I hear it's lovely in the peanut gallery."

"That's fine, Tubby," Jack pouted. "I don't need you anyway. I've got everything I need back here, a whole mini bar and rack of porn, and, well…if I found either of you men even remotely attractive, I'd have it made."

"You'd have it made in any kind of nut gallery, have you thought about that?" Grace asked him. "Now please just stay there, at least while I try to find this place." They made it for five minutes in silence between Grace gazed at Will from the corner of her eye. "Have we thought about this? What are we going to say?"

Will sighed heavily. "I don't know, but it'd better be good. Our lives depend on it."

Jack reached for the extra porn.