Disclaimer: I do not own any of the things mentioned, referred to, or written concerning in this chapter.

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Touko leaned forward in the back seat of Amon's car and said under her breath to no one in particular, "And there were donuts in the tents of Jehoshaphat."

"Who's that?" Doujima asked. Touko didn't answer, being preoccupied by a fit of hysterics brought on inadvertently by Amon, who had adjusted his coat and shaken his head. Who knows why Touko found this so hysterically funny.

"Jehoshaphat is a biblical character," said Robin, in answer to Doujima's question. "But the Bible doesn't mention donuts."

Amon had a thought that it was rather good the Bible didn't mention donuts, otherwise the foundations of society would likely have been shaken to the roots. But as it was, society remained with its foundations as secure as possible, the tents of Jehoshaphat were donut-free, and Touko was under the impression that the Amon's car was covered in worms.

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The doctor entered the waiting room and Robin walked up to him.

"How is she, doctor? What is it?"

"I can't be for sure; I'd like to ask you a few questions. Is she any on medication?"

"No. She was a few days ago, but she's off it now."

"What was it?"

"A sedative."

"Why was she taking it?"

"She had some sort of post-traumatic stress."

"I see. And she appeared to be over that?"

"Yes."

"Has she taken any other medicine recently, to your knowledge?"

"She mentioned someone giving her medicine for a headache."

"I see."

"Then she said she was being chased by the Easter Bunny," Doujima piped up helpfully. She'd gotten the whole story out of Robin while they were in the waiting room.

The doctor looked over at Doujima, gave her a vague facsimile of a nod, and turned back to Robin. "Has she any history of nervous or mental disorders?"

"Not that I know of. But I didn't know her well enough to know. Do you know, Amon?" Robin asked.

The doctor seemed to notice for the first time that Amon existed, and was slightly shaken by the revelation. His office was not normally frequented by dark, ominous individuals with longish black hair hanging in their faces. It perturbed him that such a creature should be seen within a mile of his respected establishment. He gave a vague facsimile of a gulp.

Amon, rather than replying audibly, shook his head. It was the Amon way. Unfortunately, it made the doctor rather more uneasy. The doctor also wondered what a well-dressed high-society-looking young lady was doing with a dark, ominous individual and a shrimp of a girl in a black, sort of Victorian-style dress, and why the three of them together should be taking a pretty, secretary-looking type to the doctor. It puzzled him to no end.

At the moment, though, he was more concerned with the puzzle of how to remove this dark individual from the premises without causing offence. He got the feeling that, should he offend Amon, Amon would track him down with an ominous gun under that ominous black coat.

"With your permission," the doctor said, "I'm going to run a few blood tests. They will be done by tomorrow, and I'd like to keep her here until then."

"That's fine," said the shrimp-of-a-girl. "We'll go."

"Shouldn't someone stay?" the well-dressed one asked.

"She'll be fine," the shrimp-of-a-girl assured her.

As the doctor walked back down a white hall to rejoin Touko, he heard an argument between the shrimp-of-a-girl and the well-dressed girl about giving car keys to Amon.

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On the way back to drop Robin off at her house, Robin sat in the front seat next to Amon, calm and quiet as usual. Amon drove, sullen and quiet as usual. Doujima sat in the backseat, sulking.

"Why can't I drive?" Doujima asked.

"You almost wrecked my car thirteen times," Amon replied darkly. (Hyde A/N: He was counting?)

Doujima had no reply to that. She turned to Robin.

"Robin, can't you burn him until he lets me drive?"

That brought Robin's highly sensitive mind the picture of Amon burning in flames of her creation. She shuddered, and her vision blurred.

"No," she said.

"Aw, please?"

"No." With difficulty, she kept her voice from breaking, and averted her face to the window, staring at but not watching the scenery.

Doujima then realized that Robin was upset for some reason. She switched back to Amon.

"Please, Amon?"

"No. We're almost to Robin's apartment anyway."

When they got there, Robin got out of the car and walked to her door with out looking back.

"Come on, Amon, switch with me. Just to drive back to STN-J!" she heard behind her back, the sound muffled through the doors of the car. She didn't hear Amon's "No," but she assumed its existence. As the car pulled away, she turned in front of the door to watch it disappear around the corner. The image she'd seen in her mind burned in front of her eyes, Amon disappearing in flames.

Finally, she let one of the tears go, now that there was no one to see. It dribbled down her cheek, tickling her. She went inside and quietly made a cup of coffee in the new coffeemaker she had bought recently for herself. (Luckily, Touko had made no attempt to name it.)

She turned on the TV. First it blared out a cat food commercial, then flipped to a soap opera. Ugh. She changed the channel. Perfume commercial, sports news, a commercial that seemed to have no point whatsoever (Robin didn't even want to know). She finally settled on News Channel 365, and watched a segment on the dangers of a new prescription drug while trying to use her hot coffee to wash away the horrible image that still lingered in the back of her mind.

(Hyde A/N: I couldn't help myself. I had to put in the Sad And Emotional Robin Scene. Don't worry. We will now resume your normal hilarious programing.)

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Doujima stomped unhappily into the STN-J building, trailed a minute later by Amon.

"Hi, Doujima," said Michael as she entered. He had finished running his Scan of All Systems and was now conducting some of that never-ending research that he seemed to be always conducting.

Doujima, in response, whacked him over the head with a purse (hers this time, not Karasuma's).

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Yeah, what was that for?" Sakaki added.

Doujima, since she happened to be walking past him to get wherever she was going, she whacked Sakaki too.

"Ow!"

Just as Doujima left the scene, Amon entered.

"Stay away from Doujima, Amon," Michael warned him. "She's on a rampage with her purse." He rubbed his head, trying to convince it to stop aching so he could concentrate on hacking into various databases.

Amon did not respond (of course) but kept on walking.

Meanwhile, Doujima encountered Karasuma.

"Hi Doujima," said Karasuma cheerfully. "Why are you guys so late? We were about to leave without waiting for your report."

"Everything went fine, but then Robin called. Touko is sick or something and we had to take her to the doctor."

Karasuma then realized that Doujima was in an irritated mood. "What's wrong, Doujima?" she asked.

"Nothing," Doujima said, embarrassed to admit that she was upset because Amon wouldn't let her drive the Macho Black Audi. Somehow, she got the feeling it wouldn't rank high on Karasuma's List Of Things It Is Acceptable To Be Upset About.

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Well, this chapter has taken considerably forever because unlike some chapters I never wrote a lot at a time, so its been like a week since my last post. Plus, I've been working on the first and probably only chapter of a new fic I'm writing called Amon and the Dreaded Friday. I haven't posted it yet but I will as soon as I get it done. It's humor too, but it doesn't sound like it at first. The writing style is a little different too. But its something different to work on. So anyway. On to review responses.

St Earns: I hate dentist toothpaste. And that disgusting artificially flavored junk referred to as 'fluoride'. That stuff makes me gag. Ugh. Just thinking about it is making me feel like I've just had my teeth brushed with the evil liquefied coarse-grit sandpaper (as you put it) that masquerades under the alias of 'toothpaste'. –shudders-- On to another subject.

So your niece is in me and Ais's grade, huh? I don't start school til August 17, which is a lot better than most schools. Ais is lucky. She's homeschooled, so she can start whenever she wants. I can't say whether starting high school is a 'yay!' thing or not. Except that I get to take Spanish this year. That's good. I'd rather take German or Latin or Greek (those are the three languages I'd love to learn someday) but my school only offers Spanish. Not even French.

Hunter-Robin: Yes, Doujima's lucky, isn't she. If only we all had a black Amonish Audi to drive around. It would be so fun.

Well, it's not that Touko had too much meds, it's the kind of meds she had. But you'll find that out eventually, probably next chapter depending on how it works out.

Carri: How did they ever find it under your mattress? They must have had secret cameras installed or something. If you have any books or magazines or something in your room you should try hiding it in one of them. Books are especially good for that, but a magazine might work too. Of course, you may have already tried that and I may be babbling on for nothing, but oh well.

CrazyTomboy: You're welcome. Send me a link or something whenever you get it posted. I want to read it.

Okay. There we are. Thank you to all reviewers. –passes out virtual ice cream cones—

May your printer never randomly decide to spit out charcoal from an alternate universe,

Hyde