Sorry guys, I haven't updated in a while!! I've actually been having a FF overload, and then my computer was dead for three weeks. Stupid, evil, man-eating sock puppets ate it up. But it's ok, it's back from the dead now, so ON WITH THE STORY!!!!

Roger froze in fear as he crouched near the sink, clutching the note tightly in his hands. He shoved the note into his pocket and mumbled, "Umm, wh-wh-what's g-g-g-going o-o-on???"

There was another loud knock on the door. "I said, OPEN UP!! This is the FFABI!!" (For those of you wondering, that's the Far Far Away Bagel Inspector)

"But I don't have any stale, rotten or skunk-flavoured bagels!! I swear!! You must have the wrong person!!" Roger wailed as his whole form shook and tears streamed down his eyes.

"OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!!"

Still trembling and now with his pants wet, Roger slowly turned the knob and opened the bathroom door. To his anger and relief, there stood Anthony with a bullhorn in his hand, lying on his back and laughing uproariously along with Glinda, Frodo, Rob and Jeff.

"You guys!!" he chortled, a slow smile spreading across his face. "That wasn't funny at all!!" But he started laughing anyway.

"Then why did you start laughing anyway?" asked Rob through his laughter.

"Coz this stupid author made me!!" giggled the rock star.

And so they laughed and laughed for some more time until the four Bohemians decided it was late and so they all said their goodbyes and went home. (except for Glinda and Anthony, who didn't have to go home coz they were already home, so they went to the bedroom instead to do you-know-what. -winks dirtily-)

When they got home to the loft, Roger sat down on the couch and read the note again. He tried his best to find some indication of where Mark might be, but he found nothing. Jeff sat down next to him and said, "Hey Rog. What you looking' at?"

"Oh, this haiku that Mark wrote for me," said Roger quietly.

Jeff's eyebrows suddenly flew up (though I'm not sure if potatoes have eyebrows). "Hey, how did you get that?!!? I told Glinda to keep it in - !!" he suddenly stopped talking once he realized what he said.

Roger narrowed his eyes, his glare angry enough to roast a potato. Unfortunately, Jeff was a potato. "How do you know about this, Jeff?"

Jeff trembled under his friends gaze. "I, uh………Mark sent it to me. I was too afraid to let you see it so I gave it to Glinda. But I guess fate sent it to you," he said with a sigh.

"I want to know where Mark is and I am gonna go search for him," said the rock star as he touched up his lipstick.

"Ok then. Do you want us to some with you?" asked Jeff.

Roger reapplied his eye shadow. "No, Jeff. This is something I have to do on my own. Thank you though." He then got up from the couch, went to his bedroom and started packing his things: clean clothes, clean underwear, money, food and a leather whip for his Marky. He was just about to go to bed when he heard loud moans coming from Frodo's bedroom, followed by a voice that said, "Oh Rob!!! Oh Yes!! Harder, harder, harder!! Ohh, you're great!! Oh Yes!! HARDER!!!"

Roger froze, his jaw hanging wide open. What was going on between Frodo and Rob??

Ohh, what have we here?? A secret affair??