Disclaimer: I, Hyde, author of this chapter, own nothing contained in it, or anything remotely connected to it, and if you are under some strange delusion that I do, you have been seriously misinformed.

Hyde A/N: Well, here goes another chapter. I have only had six reviews as of Saturday afternoon, so you should review when you get done, okay? I switched it so I can now accept anonymous reviews. I didn't even know I couldn't until the other day.

Touko wept as she surveyed the remains of Stewart, her precious coffee maker. He was in a small wooden casket, with flowers around him, masking his burnt condition. She looked up at Amon, who was standing next to her. His face was impassive as usual. Solemn, suiting to the occasion, but impassive.

His thoughts were wandering far from Stewart, lying in state not far away. Aside from the fact that he wished Stewart had never died, he was hardly thinking of the poor coffee maker at all.

That Immort…I mean, Omnipotent Mother Goddess girl sure called that one. Touko never told me about Stewart. If she had, I'd have guarded that coffee maker with my life. Um, if I'd have believed her anyway. It still could just be a coincidence. If I didn't know Miho, if I didn't hunt witches everyday…

Then, Touko rose to say a few parting words to her beloved, interrupting Amon's train of thought.

"This coffee maker which thou seest here before thine eyes…it was beloved. When Stewart endured the devastating fire wherein life was smitten from him, mine own heart was in agony. I hope thou wilt join me, as I take a moment to remember Stewart, mine beloved coffee maker. He was more than just a coffee maker." Here, Touko's voice began to rise. "He was the creature always there, when mine eyes were heavy with sleep at the morning. Many a pot he brewed, yet never did he tire. It was not of disloyalty, or exhaustion that he left me. He was taken. Taken. And now," Touko's voice softened, "remember thou with me."

All bowed their heads, not quite sure what else to do. Few of them had even seen it…him, before. Amon, too, bowed his head, and Touko's heart was gladdened. Little did she know that his mind was not on Stewart. It was on the Omnipotent Mother Goddess girl.

They filed out silently, each to their respective vehicles, all whispering good-byes and condolences to Touko before leaving. Amon was the first one out. He went down to his car, and to his surprise, there stood the Omnipotent Mother Goddess girl.

"What are you doing here?" he growled, giving her a Sullen Glare That Removes From Their Positions All Those Who Repeatedly Give Advice From Some Obscure Goddess To Dark, Self-Sufficient Individuals.

Apparently, this psychic, or prophet, or whoever she was, had some strange immunity to Sullen Glares. They never fazed her, not for a millisecond.

"The Goddess tells me she has yet another message for you."

Why me? Amon thought exasperatedly.

"It is not for you to question the choice of the Goddess or Her Muses."

Oh, I forgot. The mind reading thing.

"Indeed."

I hardly know anything about this girl and here she is tracking me down at a memorial for a coffee maker.

"I can tell you two things about me. My name is Abigail, and I eat nothing but blackberries and mashed potatoes, for such is how I honor the Goddess, who holds these foods in high esteem." Then, on second thought, she added, "Memorial for a coffee maker?"

"Don't ask. You don't want to know."

(Hyde A/N: Only Ais can fully appreciate the humor of blackberries and mashed potatoes. Ah, the immortal Abigail! Whahahaha! Stop staring at me blankly, its just a very inside joke. I couldn't resist.)

"So what does the Goddess have to say this time?" Amon asked.

"Beware Health and Beauty." Her eyes glazed momentarily, as usual, and then she left without another word.

Someone tapped Amon on the shoulder. He suppressed the instinct to jump ten feet in the air and whirled around. Doujima, who had just tapped him on the shoulder, jumped.

"Ahk! Man, you'd think I'd get used to you doing that after a while."

Amon grunted.

"Who was that girl?"

"She…wanted directions."

"Oh. Say, will you come with me to the grocery store? I want to get some allergy medicine for Robin and I need someone who's seen her symptoms."

Amon nodded. "We taking my car?"

"Yep. I walked."

"So where exactly is this allergy medicine?" Amon asked as they walked in the door.

"Over there," Doujima gestured vaguely to her left. "Between the pharmacy and the Health and Beauty section."

Alarms went off in Amon's head, along with music imitating alarms. Health and Beauty? No. I…must…not…be…seen…in…Health…and…Beauty. No.

"We're not going in Health and Beauty?" he asked.

"No, don't worry." Doujima laughed.

Nevertheless, Amon had a sudden, frightening flashback. He heard Abigail saying, "Beware Health and Beauty," as clear as if she was there. In fact, he looked around to be sure she wasn't. Amon followed Doujima, tortured at every step, his fear unappeased.

(Hyde A/N: Amon is now upset because I have revealed to the world his only fear: Health and Beauty sections.)

Back at Touko's apartment, Robin was talking to Karasuma on the phone, to a background of Touko's sniffles, and occasional urgings that Robin not burn the phone.

"I had a similar experience with some guy named Bob," Robin was saying.

Touko suddenly burst into violent tears.

"What? Miho, I can't hear you. It's Touko…TOUKO! Yes, she's…oh, okay. GOODBYE!"

Robin hung up with stifled disgust and turned to Touko. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Bob!" Touko sobbed.

"Bob?"

"'Twas…sob, sniff…Stewart's nickname!" (Heavy sobs by Touko)

"Bob?"

"Yes! I admit to thee I never liked it overmuch, but…" Touko couldn't go on, and collapsed onto the sofa, sobbing violently.

Robin decided it was time to call Amon. She picked up her communicator.

Amon's communicator beeped. He glanced at it.

"Who is it?" Doujima asked.

"Robin…Amon here," he said into it darkly.

"Amon, I have a problem."

"What's that noise?"

"It's my problem."

"Amon," Doujima interrupted, "Do you think runny nose, sneezing, itching, sore throat, sneezing and itching, sneezing/runny nose/ watery eyes, sneezing and watery eyes, or itching and sore throat?"

"Could you run that by me again?"

"I said it's my problem," Robin said.

"No, not you," Amon said to his communicator.

"Well?" Doujima insisted.

"Hold on, Robin." Amon looked them over and chose 'sneezing and watery eyes'.

"Thank you, Amon," said Doujima. "Let's…oh wait, I really need some shampoo. I'm out." She began to walk off.

"No, wait," he said, not wanting to be left alone among the medicines.

"Come on,"

"I'm coming."

"Good," Robin said.

"No, not you Robin. Wait, you want me to come?" He tried to keep up with Doujima, who was scanning the shampoos with the light-speed of much experience.

"Yes. See, the problem is mumble mutter…" Touko's noise escalated and Amon couldn't hear her.

"What?"

"I said its not here," Doujima said exasperatedly.

"No, not you."

"It's Touko!" Robin was yelling into her communicator.

"That's Touko?"

"I can't hear you, Amon!"

"Come on, Amon, let's go."

"Wait," Amon said to Doujima. "Robin?"

"You just told me to wait!"

"No, I told Doujima to wait!"

"Doujima's with you?"

"Yes. Doujima, wait!"

Then it happened. Amon went smack into a display stand of small boxes of hair dye. Before he knew it he was on the ground, surrounded by small boxes in every direction, even on top of him. His communicator was lost in the rubble, but somewhere off to his right he could hear Robin yelling. Doujima was gone already.

Amon sat up, flinging boxes every which way. He looked frantically around, but no one was there yet. He tossed boxes of hair color left and right, looking for his communicator. It appeared to be under the blonde shades. Honey blond, strawberry blonde, platinum blonde, dishwater blonde…dishwater blonde? Amon raised an eyebrow.

There it was. He spoke into it.

"Robin? Are you there?"

She was gone.

He walked out to his car, where Doujima sat waiting.

"Amon! What took you so long?"

He merely replied with a Sullen Glare That Turns Into Zucchini All Blonde Who Dare Make Queries About Things Connected In Any Way To Incidents Involving Hair Dye, However Unaware Of Such Incidents They May Be.

They pulled out of the parking lot and turned towards Touko's apartment.

I leave you in suspense. For a week. At least. Because I will be on vacation for the next week and shall not be able to update again for at least that long. So do not bombard me with urgings to hurry up. Not that there are very many of you to bombard me…(hint hint to all those who have not read this yet)

I'LL MISS YOU!!!! How shall I live a whole week without my reviewers?! Well, I might be able to check for reviews Thursday, but…sniff sob

Ais, I hope you got a good laugh out of the extremely inside joke even though I told you about it beforehand.

Wow, this whole thing including A/N is almost six pages. Longer than normal. But I hope you don't mind.

May your fifth cousin thrice removed never get measles,

Hyde