Thanks for all your reviews ppl! Here's the next instalment to Chris' cookies! Don't own the characters, and I definitely don't own the bit from Hitch hikers guide to the galaxy.

Chris grinned, "My name's Chris Halliwell, you're here because I was bitten by Mrs. Noble's dog and despite my objections, my sisters called it in."

"Right…Okay. Can I see the bite?"

Chris lifted his leg onto the chair beside Jennifer Sheridan and lifted the pant leg to reveal an angry looking wound, "See, I'm alright."

"That's rather nasty, are you sure you don't want to report it."

Chris nodded, "It's usually a pretty nice dog, I think I just scared it. I'm sorry your trip was for nothing Inspector."

"That's alright."

Chris put some of the chocolate chip cookies onto a plate and after cling wrapping them handed them to Sheridan, "Here, take these. Token of appreciation?" Chris said with a lopsided grin.

She smiled and took them, "Thank you Mr. Halliwell."

"Call me Chris."

Sheridan's smile grew a little wider, "Thanks for the cookies…Chris." She paused for a moment, "I should be getting back."

Chris nodded, "I'll show you out."

They walked back to the front door and as Sheridan walked out the front door the sisters arrived just in time to see Sheridan turn around and look at Chris who was leaning in the doorway, he gave a small wave as she got into her car.

The Charmed ones climbed out of the car and raced to the whitelighter, "What was Inspector Sheridan doing here?" Piper demanded, "And why the hell did she leave with a plate full of cookies?"

Chris grinned broadly, "Hello to you to Mum. She was here to arrest me…"

"WHAT?"

"Well I, Dad sort of broke me out of jail remember? Orbed really, but that's beside the point. She doesn't remember anything about the stolen car or the evading custody."

"Mind altering cookies?" Phoebe shrieked.

Chris walked inside and held his hands out, a thick red manila folder appeared in his hand with a smirk he looked at them, "And now we've got the Halliwell police file."

Chris sat the file down and put some more cookies onto another plate, "I need to go see Darryl, I'll be home soon."

Phoebe reached for a chocolate chip cookie and he slapped her hand away, "Oatmeal Phoebe, unless you want your memory altered."

There was a crash in the attic and they all orbed into the hall and could hear voices in the attic. Chris motioned for the sisters to follow him, the sight that they beheld was not altogether uncommon (For the Halliwell sisters anyway), but it was unusual.

A man with two heads was arguing with a tall dark haired Englishman:

"Hey this is terrific!" the two-headed man cried, "Someone down there is trying to kill us!"

"Terrific." The Englishman replied sarcastically.

"But don't you see what this means?"

"Yes. We're going to die."

"Yes, but apart from that?"

"Apart from that?" the Englishman cried incredulously.

"It means we must be onto something!"

"How soon can we get off it?"

Before this argument could continue the narrator of this story cleared her voice and said, "Arthur, Zaphod, you guys are in the wrong story. It's time you left." She paused, "Ford and Trillian are waiting. "

"Oh, right on earth girl. We're going." The two figures disappeared as if nothing had ever happened and leaving the attic's occupants in a complete state of confusion and absolute shock.

It was a few minutes before anyone spoke, "Okay, what the hell was that about?" Phoebe asked.

"Don't know." Chris replied, "But it doesn't matter anymore, they're gone."

And so the Halliwell family went on with their twisted little existence as if Arthur Dent and Zaphod Beeblebrox had never appeared in their attic.