For this chapter, most of the Inspector Spacetime info I use is from the Inspector Spacetime wiki. (Yes, Community-Doctor Who fans actually made a wiki site for Inspector Spacetime!) This chapter has the most Inspector Spacetime references out of my whole story, I promise.

Chapter 2: Snarling Lion

Most weekends in Apartment 303 were, in fact, spent the same way: Troy and Abed sitting in front of their television for hours of marathons, and Troy and Abed acting out their imaginations for hours in the Dreamatorium. Every now and then, Annie would check in on them to make sure they were still alive, and she might make them buttered noodles because she always worried they would forget to eat otherwise.

This weekend would be no exception, or so Abed planned. He and Troy were going to watch Star Wars—parts 4, 5, and 6, because the newer ones were debatable—and then afterward they'd head to the Dreamatorium where Abed would play Han Solo and Troy was usually Luke Skywalker.

But now this new girl was coming over to stay the weekend, putting a dent in his plans. He knew Annie would want the two of them to actually socialize with Jamie Land. Although Abed did think this foreign redheaded Annie-Britta hybrid was attractive, he simply could not talk to her. He remained silent as the four of them entered the apartment.

"Whoa," Jamie said when she first saw it. "This place is huge."

"Eh, it's a'ight," Troy said.

Abed nearly cried out when Jamie almost crashed into his miniature replica of Raiders of the Lost Ark.

"Ow, sorry," she said when her thigh met the side of the wall. She then focused her attention to the scene's tiny detail. "Did you make this?" she asked to no one in particular.

Abed was quiet for a moment as the question lingered in the air. He felt she deserved an answer.

"I did. It's an homage to Indiana Jones, specifically the first film. I like parts 1-3, not the fourth one though. The fourth one blows."

"I must admit," she started as she learned to set the scene in motion, "I'm not really familiar with all these American movies."

Abed winced. She was no longer worthy.

"So what do you want to do, Jamie?" Annie asked from her room. "I'm afraid all we really have around here is movies."

"That's alright," Jamie said looking towards the shelves upon shelves of DVDs. "You've got so many!" As she made her way to one of the shelves she noticed the giant Inspector Spacetime poster framed on the wall. She gasped and rushed to it.

"Is this the 50 Year Anniversary portrait of Inspector Spacetime signed by. . ." she gasped louder this time, "Travis Richey?!"

Troy guffawed. "You like Inspector Spacetime?"

"I've been watching it ever since I was a little girl," Jamie answered. "It's almost unheard of for a Brit to not enjoy Inspector Spacetime."

"Did Duncan watch Inspector Spacetime?" asked Abed.

"I said almost," said Jamie. She picked out one of the show's DVDs. "You even have the 1981 Holiday Special! This thing is complete rubbish! Can we watch it?"

She is worthy again, Abed thought.

Three hours later, the four of them had made their way into the Dreamatorium. After watching the 1981 Holiday Special and the scariest episode—one Annie and Troy had never seen before—which featured a new villain called a Snarling Lion, Abed suggested they make up their own scenarios now that his Inspector would have a complete team of constables.

"Troy is always Constable Reggie and Annie is usually Geneva," Abed explained to Jamie as he put on his white bathrobe and bowler hat. "So who do you want to be?"

"Brooke Rhapsody," she said before he could even finish the question. She smiled a small giddy grin.

"Who's Brooke Rhapsody?" Annie asked.

"Annie, I know you're not an Inspector Spacetime super-nerd like us," Troy said, "but sometimes your lack of knowledge about it really scares me. I can't believe you don't know who Brooke Rhapsody is, seriously."

Then Troy leaned toward Jamie and whispered, "Who's Brooke Rhapsody?"

"She's my favorite character," Jamie said, her arms folded behind her back. "She's only in some episodes sometimes. No one knows much about her; we only think."

"Only think what? What do you know about her?" Annie asked. She had never been that interested in Inspector Spacetime, but this becoming fascinating really fast.

"We think she's the daughter of a past constable. And we think she has special abilities," Jamie said. "But we know she's the only other person who can fly the DARSIT. She knows things about the Inspector no one else does. Because supposedly. . ."

Jamie looked over at Abed, who stared back at her nervously.

"Supposedly what?" Troy asked, his gaze going from Jamie to Abed. "SUPPOSEDLY WHAT?!"

Everyone was quiet for a moment. Annie and Troy just stared at Jamie and Abed, who were still staring at each other. The only movement was the top half of Jamie's body turning left and right as she waited for Abed to finish the fact. Her sly smile remained.

Abed then removed his bowler, untied his robe, and said, "Never mind." He walked over to the door and left the Dreamatorium.

Troy peered back at Jamie with frenzied wide eyes. "You broke Abed," he said in a high pitched voice.

Jamie slowly frowned. "Excuse me?"

"YOU BROKE ABED!"

"Um, I didn't mean to." Jamie was confused. She had never broken a human being before.

"You need to leave," Troy said. "Annie, she needs to leave." Troy then began to push Jamie out of the Dreamatorium.

"Troy, stop it!" Annie tried to pull him back.

"Sorry, but I don't really know what I did wrong," Jamie yelled over both of them.

When Troy had finally succeeded in getting Jamie out of the Dreamtorium (despite her and Annie's explanations), they saw the curtain drawn in the blanket fort Troy and Abed lived in, where Abed was lying on the floor, completely catatonic.

"Abed?" Troy started. "Abed?! Buddy?!"

Annie's face fell. "Okay. . ." She turned to Jamie. "I think you should leave for a little while."

Jamie raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

Annie let out tiny sigh and shifted her gaze. "Just for a little while. Until we figure out what's wrong with Abed." She nodded in a panic.

"Alright," Jamie said, "I can leave for a few hours. Can I use your phone for a minute?" She put her hand out.

"Oh, uh, okay," Annie said. "What's wrong with your phone?"

Jamie found a number in the contacts and put the cell to her ear. "I don't have his number."

"Whose?" Annie asked.

Jamie didn't hear her. "Hello? It's Jamie Lake." The person on the other end had answered. "Yeah, yeah, don't start now! I can meet you for a bit. Uh-huh. . . one second." She put the phone to her chest. "Do you know where L Street is?"

Annie thought for a moment before she gasped. "You're going to go out to a bar with Jeff?!"

"I'll be fine, Annie," Jamie said. "He thinks he's so fit, he's probably never had a girl turn him down."

"I can think of someone," Annie said under her breath.

"Yeah, I'll figure it out," Jamie said, turning back to the call. She said goodbye and gave the phone back to Annie.

"You sure you'll be okay with Jeff?" Annie asked.

Jamie smirked. "You sure you'll be okay with them?" She looked over at Troy who was sitting on the floor, crying, while Abed remained motionless and not speaking.

"Besides," Jamie started, "with everything you and Uncle Ian told me about him, I can handle it."

"Yeah," Annie said as Jamie grabbed her bag and left. "That's what I'm worried about."