(I find myself working on three different stories right now… I'm bogged down. So I'm going to take a break, and work a little at a time. But don't worry I'm still continuing this.)

Ethan smiled to himself as he walked away from the hotel. It was going to be a great day. Who knew, he might even get to take on a few watchers.

As he continued to muse, he walked by an apartment building. A woman ran out of it yelling.

"Someone help me, please!"

Ethan paused. "Yes?"

A man ran out. "Come back here!"

She hid behind Ethan. He shook his head as the man continued yelling.

"I think the lady wants to be somewhere else."

"Who asked you!"

Ethan sighed and gestured with his right hand at a nearby car. The man reflexively turned to it, then screamed and tried to run.

Ethan offered his arm to the woman as she stood in shock. "Shall we?" She took it and they walked away. Behind them, the man was being dragged screaming down the road by a BMW that had somehow grown a mouth and sharp teeth.

"Ah, modern life. So noisy."

- - - - - -

M stared at Xander and James. "So, this Ethan Rayne is here?"

Xander nodded. "And seems to be causing trouble. Giles did inform me that the silverware will revert to normal in about a week. But the symbols on the chair are a little different."

M blinked then sighed. "Well, Q might actually be glad to hear that… he's enjoying himself immensely."

Bond smiled.

"So, how do we go about finding him?"

Xander shook his head. "It's not going to be easy. While it is possible to follow his trail of destruction… there isn't always a guarantee that he'll be there."

M's intercom beeped. "Yes MoneyPenny?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, but there seems to be another incident."

"Where?"

"It's been herded into an abandoned warehouse. They have it penned up, but are still trying to figure out how to get the hostage loose."

M looked at James and Xander. "What is it, and what hostage?"

"It's an automobile… with its teeth clamped on a man's arm. The man seems to be breathing still."

"Teeth?"

- - - - - -

Xander and James stood with Q outside the warehouse. Their techs had finally been able to coax the car to let go of its victim… with three cans of oil of all things.

"I hate to admit it, but Ethan sure knows how to put on a show."

James and Q stared at him.

"What? Nobody died."

They watched as the BMW was backed into a forklift and surrounded by others. Then the lifts caught it underneath its body and hoisted it into the air. One of the operators looked over at Q.

"Now what?"

"I guess we wait till it runs out of gas. Just leave them like that. We'll leave a detail here to make sure the curious stay out."

James smiled slightly. "Well, life is interesting in your world Xander."

"Its your world too. You just never got the chance to see it before."

"There is that."

They walked away with Q.

James looked around. "How do we handle him?"

"We drive around till we find him or sign of him being there."

"Then?"

"Hope he's in a good mood. From the signs, I'd say he's in a playful one right now. But something's got him riled up. Let's just hope we find out what it is, before he gets to it. The damage might be more than we can handle."

Q shook his head. "Then I guess I'd better work on some new equipment for you… and call our various insurances."

- - - - - - -

The woman looked at Ethan. "Are you sure…"

"I'm sure. I've got some friends to see."

"What if he…"

Ethan grinned. "I doubt he'll forget it anytime soon." Then he walked away.

At the hospital, her ex-husband screamed as a bed pan took a chunk out of his rear while a harried doctor and two MI-6 agents tried to drag it off. None of them noticed a glowing mark on his right arm.