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Hyde A/N: Must…write…long…chapter…to…make…up…for…long…wait…

Sorry its been so long but I been on vacation for a week. Said vacation was not entirely wasted because I wrote upcoming Zaizen flashback. Hmm, should I put Zaizen's stuff at the beginning or the middle or the end or what? I shall have to decide. Um, I think I shall put it in the middle. Then you all can get an intermission from the regular characters. Anyway, on with the show. (is suddenly reminded of Looney Tunes theme song and thus proceeds to get said song stuck in head)

Amon could have located Touko's apartment with his eyes closed. Not because he'd been there so often, but because of the loud wails emanating from it.

Doujima winced. "What is that?"

Amon did not reply. She'll find out soon enough.

They walked up to the door. Doujima was surprised to find out that the horrible sound was coming from Touko and Robin's apartment. "Amon?" She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "Are you sure…?"

Amon paid no attention to her. He knocked on the door. It was opened by Robin. Seeing that it was he, Robin stepped aside and made a hopeless sweeping gesture toward Touko, who was lying on the couch.

Amon blinked four times and snorted softly in surprise. He stood there, unmoving, at the sight of Touko. Robin raised her eyebrows quizzically at Doujima, who whispered, "He's startled beyond comprehension."

"Really? He doesn't look it."

"Trust me. If Amon blinks more than three times, something is horribly wrong. If he snorts, the world is coming to an end."

(Hyde A/N: I suddenly realized how stupid that sounds. 'If he snorts, the world is coming to an end.' Out of context, that sounds…just weird.)

Now, we describe the scene that led Amon to blink four times and snort. Touko was rolling about on the couch like a tortured soul. Her hair was streaked with something red; seeing a mostly-empty glass of red liquid on the floor next to her, Amon correctly assumed that she had dumped it over her head. (In the background: Doujima: What's that red stuff? Robin: Kool-Aid.) In Touko's left hand was the remains of Stewart's coffee pot, which she had kept with her as a memorial. She was alternately clutching it to her stomach and pounding it on a nearby pillow. All the while she was letting out ear-piercing wails alternating with shrieks of "Stewart!"

"Amon," Robin said, when he seemed to have partially come to himself, "You have to help. I don't know what to do with her."

"Psychiatrist. Now." Amon scooped Touko up, despite her wriggling, and toted her out to his car with the girls in pursuit.

"Touko. Listen to me. Why are you crying?"

"Stewart!" Touko sobbed.

"Who is Stewart?"

"Mine beloved darling…oh, Stewart, thou darling!"

"Where is Stewart, Touko?"

"Gone…gone! No…no, no…"

"Is he coming back?"

"No! Never! Gone forever…thou mine darling, come thee back…to me…Stewart…"

"Tell me about Stewart, Touko."

"Stewart! Darling, beloved…SHE did it. Now thou art gone, mine precious. Gone. Gone! Stewart! Stew-w-w-w…" Touko broke down into sobs.

"And how does that make you feel?"

"No…gone…sniff…Stewie…dearest…"

"How do you feel about Stewart?"

"Stewart…belike…but, no, never canst there be a replacement for him."

"Tell me something else about yourself."

"Stewart…sniff…darling, dearest, beloved…mine…gone…no…"

Amon was pacing outside the door of the office. Five steps back, five steps forth. Five back, five forth.

Aww, Doujima thought, he's worried about her. That's so sweet!

Is he worried, or restless? Robin thought to herself, a small frown crossing her pale face. I hope he's restless. No, no, don't think like that. It's dangerous to think like that. He loves her. I think.

Why doesn't he just give her a strong sedative and send her home? Amon wondered as he paced impatiently back and forth. He's been in there trying to understand her for an hour.

Just then, the psychiatrist emerged.

"Mr. Amon? I've been talking with Touko for a while now and I've come to the conclusion that she's suffering from post-traumatic stress and denial. Something involving a 'Stewart?'"

"Yes. He…er, was killed."

"I take it this was someone she was very attached to."

"Deeply," Doujima piped up from her chair.

"I've prescribed this strong sedative. Give her one of these pills as soon as you can and another before bed. After that, just give her one whenever she gets worked up."

Amon rolled his eyes as he accepted the prescription. I could have done that and I'm not a psychiatrist at all.

"These raindrops keep fallin' on m' head, they keep falli-i-i-i-ng! Because I'm FREEEEEEE! Nuthin's wo-o-rrying meeeeeeeeeeee!" Touko warbled as Amon pulled up to the apartment.

"Something's worrying me," Doujima commented. "Where did she learn that?"

No one answered.

"Well, wherever," Doujima continued unfazed, "as long as she shuts up pretty soon."

"Stewart loved that one," Touko said thickly to whoever happened to be listening.

When they got her in the apartment, everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief.

"Well, at least she's in here, and the general populace is safe," Doujima commented.

"I thought that was a sedative," said Amon quietly, and gave the pill bottle a Sullen Glare That Causes All Medicines Masquerading As Sedatives To Suddenly Fulfill Their Sedatively Purpose.

"Mem'rie-e-e-es! Light the corners of my mi-i-i-nd! Misty watercolor mem'ries! Of the way we were-e-e-e-e-e-e-e!" Touko sang, and began dancing around the room. In her strange state of mind, she began stumbling over things, causing large thumps to reverberate throughout the building. Not to mention she started crying and whispering "Stewart!" again. "Of the way we were!" she sobbed again. "Oh Stewie, the way we were!"

Touko stomped around the room, wailing and moaning in a state of apparent drunkenness. Amon tried to calm her but she flailed her arms at him and yelled, "No, get thee gone from me! Stewie…Stewie…"

Then, the doorbell rang. Robin went to answer it.

"What is going on in there?" an irate woman asked. "Don't you know people are trying to have some peace and quiet?"

"I'm sorry," said Robin, "We're doing the best we can."

"Well, you're going to have to do better, or I'm going to lodge a formal complaint. Sweet Jesus, these young people…" She turned and walked away, and Robin quietly closed the door.

In the next five minutes there were five more complaints at the door and one telephone call. Robin was looking exhausted and even with her new allergy medicine she was starting to sneeze every now and then. Luckily, the only damage was a slight singeing of the drier, which Doujima covered up with white shoe polish.

The doorbell rang again.

"Amon, will you get that please?" Robin asked, looking so exhausted, small, and helpless that he had no choice but to comply.

He opened the door and there stood…

(Hyde A/N: Cliffhanger. Now we take a small intermission and we get to hear about Zaizen. Aren't we so happy?

Readers: mumble noncommittally)

Zaizen sat in his office and scowled at his phone, which was ringing insistently, as usual. Does this phone ever stop ringing? It's always ringing. When the phone rings, I'm going to hear something I don't like. Usually. Unless Touko calls.

He eagerly picked up the phone, hoping to hear his daughter's voice. Darn, a solicitor. I hate solicitors. If only it had been Touko… Zaizen could still remember the last phone call he'd had from her. It was before the memorial…

Begin Zaizen's Flashback

Zaizen sat in his office and scowled at the phone that was ringing again. I'm a busy man, he thought. Why must everyone bother me?

"What?" he said loudly and in a very irritated manner into the receiver.

"Daddy, couldst thou possibly send a breadmachine to be as a companion to mine Stewart?"

"Belike…I mean, maybe, Touko."

"Please, Daddy? Poor Stewart looketh so lonely. Besides, I must have a breadmachine. All those with money, power, and class hath breadmachines!"

Power…the word echoed in Zaizen's mind, even as his mouth automatically responded.

"Yes Touko, I'll get to it when I can. I'm very busy."

"Indeed, I knowest that, Daddy."

"I shalt…I mean, will, see thee…I mean, you, later." He paused, flustered. "Touko, I don't know what this stuff is that you say, but it's as catching as plague!"

"'Tis Elizabethan English, Daddy. See thee." She hung up. Zaizen muttered, and turned to his computer.

End Zaizen's Flashback

Zaizen muttered, and turned to his computer.

(Hyde A/N: Now we get to go back to the regular characters.

Readers: sigh of relief)

He opened the door and there stood Abigail.

"Abigail, what are you doing here?" he asked in a deep, low voice so no one could hear him.

"Don't worry, I won't come in and embarrass you or anything," she said. Oh yeah, the mind-reading thing, Amon thought.

"Yes, the mind-reading thing. I come with a message from the Omnipotent Mother Goddess."

"Again?" He gave her a Sullen Glare That Banishes To The Ends Of The Earth All Persistently Appearing Prophets Of Remote Goddesses. "Why does this Mother Goddess always have a message for me?"

"Do not question the ways of the Goddess. Her ways are unfathomable."

"Your ways are unfathomable. How did you find me?"

"It is fitting for my ways to be unfathomable. After all, I am named after the Goddess. This was the name her mother gave her."

"The Goddess had a mother?"

"And three sisters. One of them was in fashion design. That's why fashion designers are always so rich. The Goddess blesses them in memory of her sister. And one is now the Goddess of Oatmeal."

"Goddess of Oatmeal? Just give me the prophecy before Robin comes over here."

"Greater love hath no woman than for her breadmachine." And with that, Abigail turned and was gone.

(Hyde A/N: Ais? Come out of that trance. I don't care who you were dreaming about, this is funny. Daphne is the Goddess of Oatmeal!

Hyde and Ais: WHAhahahahahahaha!

Other Readers: look in a sideways manner at Ais and Hyde

Sideways! WHAhahahahahahaha! Okay, enough laughing at inside jokes that no one else understands. Back to your regular programming.)

"Goddess of Oatmeal?" Amon muttered, and raised an eyebrow.

"That one must have been persistent," Doujima said. "You were talking to her for five minutes."

"Yeah," Amon muttered in a preoccupied manner.

Touko, who was screaming "Oh WHERE…is my hairbrush? Oh WHERE…is my hairbrush?" suddenly collapsed in the middle of the floor in a state of deep sleep. Amon toted her into her bedroom and laid her down. He and Doujima then left Robin to get some much-needed sleep.

Hyde A/N: Well, you shall have to wait until next time to find out about the prophecy because this is really long already. I'm sorry it's been so long but now you shall have your chapters at reasonably regular intervals. Guess what, Ais? I'm coming over a week from Thursday, remember? Cuz my parental units will be absent? Maybe we can finish up the Taco Salad one then if you don't get it done before then.

I hope you liked. Review please!

May bananas never take over your hairdryer,

Hyde