A new chapter just in time for the new year. Let's hope 2007 is better than the last ay!

2D felt a severe case of vertigo hit him as he slowly regained consciousness. It came in waves along with a growing feeling of nausea rising from the pit of his stomach. He blinked his eyes open and was immediately disoriented. This wasn't his room? It was dark and humid with a peculiar odour. He looked to his right to find he was in a strange bed with dirty sheets that he was sure hadn't been washed for at least a decade. What was going on?

He was about to heave himself upright before a slender arm moved across his chest. His surprise only grew when he saw that there was not one, but five women surrounding him. They all seemed to be asleep but the one nestled right beside him was beginning to stir. Her arm moved again to draw him closer and she yawned loudly. 2D had never felt more awkward. Maybe if he was very careful and very quiet he could get away from this place without them noticing. Tentatively he took the young woman's hand and carefully lifted it off his chest. It wasn't until then that he realised that not only was he completely naked but so were all the women. Blood rushed to his face as his eyes darted desperately trying to locate his pants.

Unfortunately for 2D it seemed that his jeans were located smack bang in the centre of the pile of girls. His only exit was seemingly unreachable. He took a deep breath; he now knew where he was. For some inexplicable reason he was within the confines of Murdoc's pride and joy.

The Winnebago.

He knew that he couldn't wait forever, so ever so slowly he moved his body away from the strange woman's and took a careful step onto the grimy floor. The sheets fell around his waist as he reached to the wall to steady himself. A few empty whisky bottles on the floor clinked together as he accidentally nudged them, and he froze in terror. However, after a few moments it seemed that he hadn't disturbed any of the sleeping women so he continued his slow exodus out of the vehicle.

He thought he was proceeding fairly well until he felt a sharp pinch on his backside. He turned his head around in shock to see that the woman who had been on the bed with him was now quite awake and looking at him with a cheeky grin.

"Where do you think you're going, sexy?"

"Oh, uh…u-um well y'see I'm jus' tryin to find my, uh…"2D stuttered.

"Were you looking for these?" One more of the women had roused was now fingering 2D's pants with a seductive look. Now it seemed that all the women were coming around and were staring up at him with half lidded eyes and mischievous smiles.

"Er, fanks ladies. But er, I've really gotta…"

"Oh!" Remarked a well endowed brunette. "So formal today? You were rather different last night I must say." She raised herself to her knees completely unabashed at her gratuitous nudity. 2D averted his eyes up to the ceiling feeling the blood rush to his face.

All the women began to move around him making sure to press their bodies as much as they could against his bare skin. He felt like he was stuck in a pit of snakes, although, they were rather nice soft snakes. One of them had begun to rake her nails up his leg, sender shivers of sensation rocketing through his body. He groaned and knew that if he waited any longer he may never leave. Trying to ignore the ministrations, he began to wade his way through the gaggle of girls, miraculously managing to pull out his pants.

"Oh Murdoc, leaving so soon?"

2D had reached the doorway and was about to make a hasty exit. "Er, well you see I jus' need to…sorry, what did you call me?"

They all looked at each other and then giggled together. "Murdoc, silly."

"Uh, why are you calling me Murdoc?"

One of the blonde women raised her eyebrows, as if she was deciding whether 2D was serious or not. "Well…you asked us to, last night. And we had to say it especially loudly. It's amazing that you can't remember. Perhaps we should remind you…"

They all began to move toward him like a pack of hungry wolves. 2D decided it was a perfect time to make his retreat. He burst his way through the screen door of the Winnebago while clumsily trying to tug his jeans back onto his skinny legs. His mind was so preoccupied with this difficult task that he didn't notice the large mass of muscle and flesh until he ran smack bang into it and tumbled to the ground.

"Aight' 2D. Noodle and I wanna have word wit' you."

"Oh, uh, okay Russel. I didn't see y'there." He finally had pulled his pants back on. But he was still feeling slightly humiliated for being caught in such a compromising position. The women were all peering out from the doorway giggling. He saw Russel squinting at him in disapproval and 2D looked down ashamed. Even though he wasn't even sure he was responsible for arranging any of this.

Russel waited for the other man to get to his feet and brush himself off before making his way away from the dismal car park. He looked at 2D and sighed.

"2D."

"Yeah?"

"Put a shirt on man."

You learn things every day, which was what 2D was discovering as he sat tied to a chair with two shadowy figures looming over him. It seemed that Kong Studios actually had its own interrogation room.

"Listen man, you've been actin' weird ever since Murdoc died. An' we can understand that you may be upset by it. But you've been way over the line lately. Seriously D! We wanna know why?"

2D blinked in an attempt to get a better look at his assailants, although he found it difficult while staring into a 500 watt lamp. He shuffled uncomfortably, feeling the rope prickle his wrists.

"Did y'really need to tie me up for this?"

The lamp was pushed down by small hands and a young girl emerged from the shadows.

"I admit these seem extreme measures. But I'm afraid Russel insisted."

"I just don't trust him. I get the feeling that something just ain't right."

Noodle appeared far more sympathetic. She walked over to the bound singer and cupped his face in a motherly gesture. "2D, you know that if anything is bothering you can always talk to us." She looked up with eyes closed in thought. "But…I also feel that something is amiss," she turned her gaze to Russel, "perhaps 2D can not be entirely blamed for his actions."

2D shifted in his seat. He was wracking his brains trying to figure out what exactly he had done wrong. He couldn't for the life of him seem to remember anything. He looked at his two band mates with genuine remorse.

"Uh, this may be a bittova silly question, but what did I actually do?"

Russel and Noodle looked at each other in concern and disbelief. The large drummer cleared his throat, pulled a chair out and sat close to 2D so they were at eye level.

"D…yesterday you drank two bottles of Cognac before you took the Geep to the airport and hijacked the personal jet of the Royal family, flew to Denmark, picked up some Danish women before flying back to Essex. That thing is parked outside Kong as we speak!"

"And you were naked too," said Noodle quietly.

"D, are you tellin' me that you can't remember any of that?"

2D squeezed his eyes shut in thought. He hummed and haa'd but eventually looked at his friends and shook his head. "Nup, I dun think I remember that. Are you sure it happened?"

Russel picked up a newspaper that had been sitting on the table and showed it to 2D. On the front page in bold it read 'Crazy Man Nicks Jet' and underneath was an unmistakable image of 2D, very naked, sitting in a passenger jet cockpit with a bottle of cognac in one hand and a woman in the other..

2D frowned. That certainly seemed like something that he would remember. But all he could recall was waking up that morning surrounded by hussies and feeling very ill. He gave Noodle and Russel a defeated shrug. He was feeling increasingly guilty, as though not remembering was somehow deceitful. Fortunately Noodle seemed to understand because she stroked his hair sympathetically.

"2D, can you tell us what the last thing you remember was before this morning?"

"Ah, er, well…" he knotted his brow thinking hard. He knew that something significant had occurred, but it seemed out of his reach, like a word that sits on the tip of your tongue. He looked at the newspaper again. It was definitely him sitting in that jet, but he was smiling in a peculiar way. It was a lopsided grin that gave the illusion he had fangs. He stared at it. It was almost as if he looked like…like…

"MURDOC!" He cried suddenly. The memories were returning to him like a flash flood. But before he uttered another word he shocked his two band members by slumping in his seat. His face made an impressively loud sound as it smacked onto the table before him.

Noodle rushed to his aid, but after a few moments it seemed that 2D was coming round. He sat up in his seat and gave a little shake of the head. He squinted his eyes and groaned.

"Uuurgh, Christ that hurt!"

Russel looked at him in concern. He knew that something was up and he didn't like it. Now when he looked into 2D's eyes something was different. Something inexplicable, something…. Demonic. A new aura was permeating around him.

"Hey man, are… are you takin' drugs?"

2D lifted his head up and snorted. "It's a bit hard to when you're tied to a bloody chair. Why, do you have some? You'd probably have to take whale tranquilisers."

Russel narrowed his eyes and took a step towards 2D with a fist raised. He and 2D never usually had any trouble between them, but as of late it seemed like the singer knew exactly what to say to set the large drummer off. Noodle diffused the situation by quickly interjecting.

"2D, what were you saying about Murdoc?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah… great bloke, be sorely missed. Can't say a bad word about him. Say, I don't want to be naggy maggie but could you, y'know, untie me? I've sort of got things to do."

"Listen man!" Russel raised himself up to his full height. "We don't have time for your bullshit. Do you know how much trouble you're in? Do you? Who do you think has to clean up this mess? I've never seen you behave like this D an I'm getting' sick of it!"

2D looked at him completely unintimidated. "Oh right, the jet. Yeah, it'll blow over. I really think that everyone is overreacting. Y'know Charles was actually a good sport about the whole thing. Even recommended me a few decent places to get some, er, escorts…"

"Why are you suddenly rememberin' this now? You don't see me stealing jets!"

"Well of course you wouldn't steal a jet. With you on it, it wouldn't even get off the ground. You probably couldn't even steal a reinforced freight carrier."

Russel and 2D continued bickering while Noodle watched quietly. Her young, yet perceptive eyes were examining the 2D's sudden change in behaviour. She gently placed her hand on Russel's shaking fist and lowered it.

"Murdoc," she said to 2D.

"What? Are we still on that subject? Seriously love, you need to learn to let go."

"No," she shook her head, "I know that you are not 2D right now. I don't know how or why, but I am sure that you are not supposed to be here."

2D's eyes darted back and forth nervously. Russel raised an eyebrow as Noodle became more serious than ever. 2D cleared his throat and spoke again with a little less confidence than he had before.

"Er, I think you've gone barmy. I don't know what you're talking about but I'm definitely 2D." And added as an afterthought "durrhh."

Russel and Noodle were entirely unconvinced. Russel closed his eyes and made a noise that indicated a difficult problem had been solved. "You know man, I've had a lot of experience with spirits and possession. I've seen it all. An' I have to tell you. You are the least convincing one I've ever met. Do you think we're idiots?"

Murdoc, who of course was using 2D's body as a vessel to house his spirit, hung his head. The jig was up and he knew it. His head shot up and he leered venomously.

"Yeah, well imitating a complete moron is harder than you'd think." He snorted and looked at Russel. "And he's not the only moron. If it wasn't for Noodle you'd still be completely clueless you stupid fat git."

Russel was struggling to control his temper, but he knew that if lost it, it would only result in pounding innocent 2D black and blue. He turned to Noodle for support. Usually in crazy situations like this she was the only one with enough common sense to behave rationally. She put her finger to her chin and began to circle around the bound man.

"Only trouble can come from this Murdoc. You need to leave. We are only given so much time on earth, and I believe yours is up."

2D/Murdoc puffed his chest out defiantly. He wasn't going to be pushed around so easily now that he had found such nice accommodation. "Ha, what are you going to do? Pry me out with a crowbar?"

This threw Noodle. She chewed her bottom lip nervously not really knowing what kind of procedure to undertake to remove the sinister bass player. Murdoc seemed to understand she was stuck because he grinned with 2D's mouth and laughed throatily. It was peculiar to hear 2D's gentle voice used in such a vicious way.

"No, I'm rather enjoying myself here and, pardon my French, there isn't a tossing thing in the world that would want to make me leave-"

Murdoc was stopped short mid sentence. His eyes narrowed and he began to breathe slightly heavier. Russel and Noodle looked at each other not sure what was causing this sudden change. He sat rigid in his chair and emitted such a long groan that Russel wasn't sure if he was in pleasure or pain.

"Uh, man, you okay?"

Murdoc didn't answer immediately. Instead he rested his forehead on the table as though his head was weighing him down. He closed his eyes and began panting.

"Uuurg, Christ! It feels like someone shot me in the brain. I…I can't take it!" Once again 2D's body slumped unconscious, much to Noodle's distress.

"Oh dear," she murmured, feeling 2D's temperature with the back of her hand. Slowly his eyes began to blink open again and he pulled himself upright. He sighed and looked at Noodle with resignation.

"Sorry, I must've fallen asleep. I've got one of me headaches again so I might need t'use me hands soon."

His polite tone was enough for Russel and Noodle to know that 2D was back in the room with them. Russel untied the rope around 2D's wrists and he rubbed them graciously. With shaking hands he felt his pockets and found a little plastic satchel which was filled red and white capsules. He downed two and rubbed his temple with long fingers.

Russel and Noodle knew how bad 2D's migraines were. Without his pain killing medicine it would most likely be a debilitating affliction. They waited in silence for a few minutes while 2D recovered. Russel thought that anyone would get a headache if they had Murdoc living in their head.

"Welcome back D," he said feeling just a tad bit guilty for thinking that the singer was responsible for all those rude remarks.

2D looked at him slightly confused. Noodle realised that quite a bit of explaining would need to be done so she stood to her feet and motioned for the others to follow. "I'll make everyone a cup of tea," she said. "I think you may especially need it, 2D."