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Court was still in session and Thomas Sawyer sat in the cafeteria sitting across two chairs and talking on a cell phone. A bug-eyed guy sitting at the table next to him and reading a newspaper was watching him. Sawyer just annoyingly glared back at him. Without a word, he glared back to him and continued talking over the phone.

"Now, you're sure this is the guy…" He asked. "Yeah… yeah… No, They didn't get my real name. I mean, as James Ford I got a record you know, but not as Tom Sawyer…." He mugged and rolled his eyes. "Well, my flight leaves New York and I catch another to Australia from LAX. No problem, just be sure this is the guy." He clicked off his phone.

"Excuse me," Ben Linus lowered his newspaper. "Could you hand me the sugar?"

"What?" Sawyer stood up. "Is your arm broken, Yoda?" He slid the sugar jar over and turned round sliding to the annoying figure. Ben just mused secretly as if he'd be meeting Ford soon enough. Turning on his heel, Sawyer turned to a lovely female presence sitting at another table.

"Excuse me, you dropped your phone." He handed her phone over from her. He had snatched it from her purse when she wasn't looking.

"Oh, thank you!" Lorelei Gilmore beamed happily and looked up to Sawyer as he drifted out of the cafeteria. Turning out of the cafeteria, Tom Sawyer, AKA James Ford passed by Otis Campbell sitting on the shoeshine stand outside of Stone's courtroom. Waiting for his wife to come pick him up, he was wanting to something to wet his whistle and looked around wishing he could lose his sobriety for the wonderful world of the hangover.

"I remember you." He recognized the old lady in the prairie dress from when she passed through Mayberry. "You got the good stuff!"

"That I do," Granny Mae Moses looked around for her son-in-law. "Want a sip of God's good graces?" She pulled out her secret flask.

"Two fingers high." He watched as she sat by him on the bench, pulled out two small glasses and then filled them with the jug from her carpetbag.

"Here's to your health..." Granny clinked her glass with him.

"And everything that comes with it." Campbell grinned at his new drinking partner and downed the white lightning. Suddenly he felt a burst of heat and his insides on fire. His eyes bugged out a bit more as he gasped for air.

"That's the good stuff." He started to tip his glass again as a big black bat flew by the two of them.

"That's the last drink I'll ever have." He handed the glass back and hurried to meet his wife. Hookers and gang members scrambled as the bat glided through the hall. Flying openly through the middle of the hall, it was being chased a few steps behind by Buffy Summers clenching a stake in one hand and running with all her might. She watched the bat turn the corner and glide away trying to escape.

Bull Shannon was coming toward her. Whistling as he returned to the courtroom, he heard a ruckus behind him as William Collins, the son of Barnabas and Angelique Collins, and his ghost hunting team charged toward him for the bat. Bull turned toward them as the bat flew over him and barely grazed his baldhead.

"Tito, did you get out of Harry's cage?!" It was the last thing he said just before Summers and Collins both crashed into him from opposite directions. Bull went down as the ghost-hunters met the ultimate vampire slayer with the big bald bailiff between them caught in the middle. Buffy landed on her back as she looked up and saw Collins's face on top of her. He put his hands down around her, looked over her figure a minute and started hoisting himself up.

"You better not be enjoying this." Buffy felt violated after having the ghost hunter on top of her.

"Are you kidding?" William picked and dusted himself off as his team climbed off the trampled bailiff on the bottom. "You look like my sister!"

"Right..." Buffy looked around. "You idiots look down there. I'll look down there."

"Right..." Collins was eager to brush up on vampires, but slow to pick up on being insulted. "Hey!!"

Watching the slayer and the ghost-hunters split up, Lily Munster's father, Vladimir Dracula, the one true Count Dracula, poked his head out of the courtroom cafeteria. CJ Barnes was on the floor awaiting his case after picking up a prostitute. Ben Linus gave the alchemist and retired vampire a look and Lorelei Gilmore acknowledged him in his cape and Transylvanian suit. A short breathe of relief, the white-faced patriarch of the Munster clan reached down and helped Bull to his feet. He dusted him off a bit and felt as if he was bringing yet another monster to life.

"Are you okay there, buddy?" He asked the big bald bailiff. "You know, every time I go out in public, people like them want my autograph. Are you going to be okay?" Bull slowly turned his head as the feeling returned to his head.

"I'm fine..." Bull's vision blurred. "But Little Joe's trapped in the barn..." Bull temporarily forgot his identity.