After Kitty had had fun chasing Henry, she and him sat down to watch TV. They didn't actually pay attention, they were too busy having fun messing with each other.

"Oh, Henry! Stop, stop," Kitty said with energy. Kitty, depending on who she was with at the time, found most things humorous and amusing. Now, with Nathaniel, she'd have a different view.

Nathaniel….it buzzed in her head like an angry bee, or, any bee for that matter. She still couldn't decide though. Love, or hate?

John Mandrake was dead. He was gone, to the back confines of Nathaniel's mind. Nathaniel was still alive, but barely. The explosion had blown him away, far away. At first, his body floated far down the Thames. It floated out to sea, instead of landing in the muck like Honorious. He floated out to a dock in Estonia.

He awoke to the seagulls flying over his supposed dead body. Flies, buzzed and landed on his throat. Two fisherman came over.

"He's dead," the captain said in their own language. "Push him over board."

The hauled up Nathaniel's body and threw it into the icy cold river. It went back on it's journey to the Thames. At least, it would have, had Nathaniel not woken up.

Nathaniel walk up spitting water from his mouth and onto his coal blackened remains of suit. He then began to cough up blood. Had he been in the ocean, this would've been very unfortunate. But since he was in the Thames, it had the opposite effect, and scared away all the fish.

Instead, it attracted another's attention. The cops. And, when the cops get involved, so do the media.

"Mandrake is Alive" "Back in His Dead suit Style, Mr. Mandrake is Back"

The headlines were all over. And Henry, just happened to pick one up one morning while at Vinny's Diner.

"What are you reading," Kitty asked with seeming curiosity.

"Your boyfriend's back."

"Who's my…," her voice trailed off as she took the paper away from Henry. He's alive, she thought.

Now it was time for her question to be answered. Did she love him, or hate him?

Nathaniel pulled out his keys. Ms. Piper had changed the lock. Smart girl. He was good to trust her with the house. Incase a burglar came, or a certain Bartimaeus had stolen his keys, while he was a coma.

He knocked on the door.

"Coming," called the voice of a petite woman from inside.

"Oh. Mr. Mandrake, I've been expecting you."

"As have I," he said snoodily. "But I'm happy to see you," he said with a smile and reached over to hug her. She hugged him back.

"Would you like to go out for some coffee," he asked politely. "Or perhaps some tea?"

"No thank you. We-or, I, if you prefer, can make it ourselves. I was going to hire a maid for myself, since I inherited the house, but I guess I just never got around to it.

"Oh. Okay. Well, how about this. We'll both make it," politely announced Nathaniel with energy.

"Okay," responded Ms. Piper with a gleeful smile.

They spent the next couple of paradise hours making coffee and tea, cracking jokes, and

Nathaniel fighting the temptation of taking some of the shots Ms. Piper had prepared some time ago.

They went back into his office. He turned on the spare TV he had in there, and they watched "House", the weird BBC adapted version.

"So, do you like Sherlock Holmes," Nathaniel asked.

"Yeah, Arthur Conan Doyle is my favorite author. I wish I could reread some though. My memory of them is a bit hazy," shed responded, looking eye to eye with Nathaniel.

"Do you waqnt some? I can let you borrow mine."

"Oh, I can? Well thank you. Sure. Give me the book."

"The original, or adapted?"

"Adapted. It'll be easier to read."

"Okay. Let me go get them."

Nathaniel began his quick trip to the library, then stopped before the door. He was having a heart attack-at least, that's what it felt like. He was so shocked has the gargoyle like face turned upside down and glared at him with an evil grin.

"I'm back," said Bartimaeus, followed by a laugh.

Jane continued talking with the priest.

"So, now that I've talked to you, what denoination or religion do you choose?"

"I choose Christian, because I know it's right, and I choose this type, the Orthodox, because I like it."

"Well, will you being going to this church? I need to know," the priest responded.

"Yes. It's cool that this type is so rare in England, and I also really like it."

"Good. I hope you always do."

"Cheerio for now."

"Cheerio," responded the priest, who then continued with his self Bible study.

Jane walked out of the church into the warm ran. She let the aroma flow through her nose, the sweet, pleasant smell.

She picked up a paper attached to her car.

"John's back," she said in astonishment. "Gotta go," she said, then got in her car and stepped on it.

Mr. Mandrake was apparently not that pleased to see me. I don't know why. He said he had a heart attack. Tch. Mellow-dramatic.

"Dern it, Barty-"

"Don't call me that!"

"I thought you were out of my life for good."

"Oh, sorry! I'm just here to, to, annoy you now I guess." Actually, that was a lie. Though I really, really hate to say it, I get lonely. And I like Kitty, but he hates/somewhat likes me. We have a complex relationship. Same thing with Nathaniel, only he was more accustomed to me. So, I choose him. Why? Annoyance, loneliness, that kind of stuff.