Bit long because I didn't want to be writing more chapters of this, quite frankly I'm fed up of this now XD
So final disclaimer for this : I do not own :) Never have, never will!

Thank god this is finished
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No more sightings of the Silhouette

Howard sat back down on the coffee table with his fourth cup, the morning's newspaper lay beside his leg crumpled and folded roughly in half, it hadn't said much and for once the 'Silhouette' wasn't on the front cover.

He watched Vince sleep for a while and wondered how long it would be until he woke up, he heard no sounds coming from Naboo's room and desperately wanted to check up on him and see how he was getting on but he knew it would annoy the Shaman.

Every time Vince stirred in his sleep, Howard jumped a little, he mumbled softly in a dreamy fashion but no sense could be made of what he said. After finishing his coffee he went straight for another and some lunch.

-

Vince woke slowly, his eyes blinked rapidly as they adjusted to the light, he flexed his limbs gently and stifled a yawn then froze as he took in his surroundings. He was still in the strange flat but there was no one in sight, he could only hear the faint rumble of a boiling kettle. As he struggled to sit up a desperate need to go to the toilet flooded through him, he studied the doors not knowing which was for what room. Quickly he hurried over to the first one and gently swung it open to reveal a bedroom which was littered with clothes, hair products and shoes. Pulling a face he tried the next one only to be caught by the man who was called Howard, he leapt back from the door and backed away from him a little.

"What are you doing?"

"Bathroom?"

"That one." He pointed with his full steaming mug at one of the doors, Vince half smiled and hurried in locking the door behind him.

After he was finished he slumped against the door and let himself slide down to the floor, he held his throbbing head in his hands. The bruise looked horrible, he didn't want to be near the man who had caused it and couldn't stand to make eye contact with him.

'What am I going to do?' he thought to himself as a soft knock came from the other side, he kept quiet and even held his breath.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine." He replied resting his head on the back of the door "I just..." He stammered slightly taking a much needed breath "Just wanna be on my own for a bit."

"You can go in the bedroom you know?" Vince didn't reply, he didn't even know where his bedroom was and had no idea if it really was in this flat or in a completely different building, it could have been all the way in New York for all he knew.

He sat silently and starred at the wall, the floor, the bath whatever he could to stop himself from going insane. Thoughts, images and voices echoed in his head. He saw the man behind the door knocking him out with a large pan and saw the Shaman putting him to sleep by the touch of his fingers to his head and saw himself stumble through some unknown streets. He closed his eyes as more images came, he was quite obviously drunk and was making a riot down the dark street as he bumped into someone. The someone was fuzzy but he could make out what he was wearing, the man in front of him shouted at him, cursed him and then the image stopped and he was back in the white bathroom with someone knocking on the door behind his head.

"Vince, let me in." Came a lisped voice "I can help you." Slowly and shakily he unlocked the door and stood looking a little sheepish. The small Shaman showed no expression on his face as he handed over a bottle of thick orange liquid "Drink it, everything will be sorted."

Vince starred at the mess in the bottle, it was still bubbling and was heating the glass of the bottle. He fiddled with the lid and as it came away a strong smell of orange and toffee filled the bathroom, he stared wide eyed at it then looked up at the Shaman and uttered a few words, "A man in a black hat with a feather in it."

-

Naboo had taken a few minutes to register what Vince had babbled about, he had spluttered the words out so fast they had to calm him down and get him to repeat what he had said a few more times.

"I'm telling you I stumbled through the streets drunk and a man in a black hat with a feather and wearing a cape started shouting gibberish at me." The bottle of potion had cooled in his vice like grip as he babbled about the incident from a few weeks ago.

"Okay, okay. Just calm down and drink that, if it gets cold it won't have any effect." Naboo ordered while pushing Vince's hand up towards his mouth, he watched as the Mod swallowed it in large gulps then winced as it went down his throat "Yeah it's a bit tangy, not bad though. I managed to mask the usual bad smell of it with oranges."

"And toffee." Vince added wiping his sticky mouth as Naboo stood as Bollo entered the room with a large rolled up carpet.

"Where are you off to then?" Howard asked quickly standing and watching the gorilla carry the large magic carpet down the stairs.

"Shaman meeting, got some business to attend to." Naboo tapped his nose a couple of times "Keep an eye on him, potion should start working in a few minutes. Everything will come back slowly, just help him along, y'know?" Howard nodded and let Naboo leave.

-

"Ah, Naboo why have you come before us today?" The Head Shaman asked as Naboo entered a clearing with his familiar.

"Came to confront that jerk off." He shot a pointed finger out at Saboo who's expression didn't falter "He cursed Vince and made him break into houses and shops nickin' whatever he could get his hands on."

"What proof do you have?" Saboo's deep voice replied sounding completely confident.

"Vince said a man wearing a hat with a feather in and a cape on stopped him and started shouting at him in the street. Who else do we know that wears a black hat, feather and cape? It's not exactly an inconspicuous outfit is it? Don't exactly blend in wearin' that get up."

"That's rich coming from someone who wears robes in public. That's not exactly keeping you hidden is it?"

"I don't need to be hidden, I've lived there for years. No one takes any notice of me or Bollo."

"Of course not." Saboo rolled his eyes sarcastically at Naboo "You're pathetic and so are your ball bag flat mates. You'll all crumble when it comes to the Crunch."

"Oh yeah here we go again, when you got nothing better for a come back you go off on one about the Crunch! We've all been, no one gives a shit!"

"That is enough!" Dennis ordered standing, the two bickering shaman were silenced "Saboo, is it true you cursed this mortal?"

"Yes sir, I did."

"And do you have a reasonable explanation for that?" Saboo thought for a moment then shook his head.

"No not really, only that he was doing my head in."

"Yeah Vince does that a lot." Naboo agreed.

"True as that may be, we do not put someone under a curse when they annoy us, is that understood?" Saboo nodded "Good, now Naboo you are dismissed." Now it was Naboo's turn to roll his eyes as he left muttering he had summoned them to a Shaman meeting.

"Come on Bollo, better get back and see if he's remembered who he is yet."