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Hyde A/N: Well, here's yet another chapter. I'm not sure quite where this is going now. I have had no large revelations. This might be, as Ais would say, a brief interlude.

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Greater love hath no woman than for her breadmachine. Greater love hath no woman than for her breadmachine.

Abigail's words echoed through Amon's head as he drove to work the next morning. He wondered if it were a dire prediction or a warning or a word of advice. It could be any of the three. So how did he use it?

After causing himself to have a headache pondering it, he turned his thoughts to Touko. I wonder if Robin will come to work this morning. It will depend on how Touko's doing and how that allergy medicine is working. I don't think sedation is going to cure Touko. She's too…in love with that…er, Stewart. I've got to…distract her somehow. Get her mind off Stewart. Something she loves more than even Stewart. Her dryer? No…

Suddenly, Amon realized he'd missed his turn.

"And then she started screaming, "Oh WHERE…is my hairbrush?" and then she collapsed. We put her to bed." Doujima was saying to her co-workers, namely Karasuma, Michael, and Sakaki. Karasuma giggled, Sakaki laughed, and Michael only half listened.

"Oh my," said Karasuma, "So what did he do?"

"Nothing. What can you do?"

Karasuma shrugged. "I don't know."

"Boy, Doujima," Sakaki said, "I'm glad you were there. We'd have never wrestled this story out of Amon."

"Speak of the devil," Karasuma said as Amon opened the door.

"You're late, Amon," Doujima called.

"Been by to see Touko?" Karasuma asked slyly.

"I heard she's not been so well lately," Sakaki added.

Amon scowled and gave them all a Collective Sullen Glare That Brings Down Horrible Punishment On Those Who Tease Dark Sullen Individuals.

"Is Robin here?" he asked.

"No. She must not have gotten over her allergies," Doujima responded.

"Then Doujima, you come along with me instead."

"But Amon…my hair! I haven't been to my hair appointment yet!"

"You're not supposed to have hair appointments during work hours. Come on." He walked out, and Doujima had no choice but to follow him, protesting loudly.

"Come on, Amon, please? I don't want to hunt. I…..wait up! Amon!" Her voice faded.

A moment later, the trademark Doujima heels were heard clicking down the hall toward them. When she opened the door they all looked up.

"Somebody give me an orbo gun," she said.

"You didn't bring an orbo gun? For a hunt?" was Karasuma's comment.

Doujima gave her a dirty look and grabbed Sakaki's off the table.

"Hey, wait, that's mine! Give that back!" Sakaki dropped his cheetos and ran after her, but just missed the elevator.

"Doujima," Amon said as they drove down the highway, "I'm going to do this hunt myself."

"Well, what am I going to do?"

"You are going to look up a person named Abigail somewhere in this city. You are going to threaten her with that orbo gun. Tell her something about not interfering or something. Use any threatening phrases you deem necessary. Tell her you come from the Goddess of Oatmeal."

"Amon? Are you feeling okay?"

"Doujima. This is an important mission."

"Well, at least tell me what this girl looks like."

"She has long black hair. A little shorter than me. Thin."

"Abigail. Long black hair. Got it."

"If you can't find her, try mentioning the Omnipotent Mother Goddess. Oh, and you can ask around for an Abigail with dark hair who buys blackberries and mashed potatoes."

"Amon…I think you should let the hunt go today and get some rest."

"Doujima, there is nothing wrong with me!" He gave her a Sullen Glare Aimed At All Those Who Think Dark, Ominous Individuals Are Looney. "Just get it done. Promise me you will do it."

"Okay, I will," she said, starting to feel stupid already. "Can't you at least explain this to me?"

"No. I'll let you off here. Good luck."

"Bye." Doujima watched the macho black car disappear. Tugging a pair of pink spike-heeled shoes, she got out her communicator.

"Michael," she said, "It's Doujima. I need you to do something for me."

Review please! Please. Pretty please with salami on top.

Well, it is a relatively brief interlude. But the next one shall be longer, promise.

May your cousin never let spongemonkeys loose in your house,

Hyde