Hey, look at me! I'm updating! I could argue that this long, drawn-out hiatus was really just a furtive reference to a certain favorite TV show of mine, but that would be a lie. When Writer's Block hits here, it takes no prisoners. But Senior Essay has been giving me brain pains, and this is the result. It's short and hopefully kind of funny.

We pick up where we left off….

Disclaimer: I still don't own any of the characters, settings, or objects contained in the following. Also, there's a Hitchhiker's Guide reference in here. See if you can spot it.

Aziraphale walked as briskly as he could without breaking into an out-an-out run, and was about half-way down the block when he heard Giles calling his assumed name(1).

He ignored him and started running. Giles ran too. Aziraphale glanced to the right and ducked into a side street.

"Mr. Fell!" Giles called. "That—"

Aziraphale stopped, staring at the brick wall that blocked his path.

"Doesn't lead anywhere..." Giles finished.

Aziraphale turned to look at him. Then he looked back at the brick wall(2). Damn... he thought.

"It's all right," Giles said, "I, I just wa— how... how did you...?"

The angel affected a look of harmless ignorance, "How did I what?"

"Wuh—" Giles pointed helplessly back in the direction of the bookstore. "That, that, that, that book..." he began to explain. "It was possessed... You exorcised it."

"Really? I'd no idea(3)."

"So... what did you think that was?" Giles asked slowly.

"Well, I'm sure I didn't know. Why do you think I ran?" The angel silently congratulated himself on this rare moment of quick thinking.

Giles regarded him warily. "So you drove a demon from the pages of a book, where it has been thriving and causing havoc for century upon century... by accident."

"Must have done," Aziraphale answered, retaining his impenetrable air of naïveté. "Now, if you don't mind?" and he began to make his way past this man and his uncomfortable questions.

"But..."

Aziraphale breezed past him and went on his way with as much dignity as as an embarrassed principality could gather.

Giles stood agonising for a moment before taking off after him.

Meanwhile, Chalmers and Crowley had to figure out what to do with the computer. Chalmers refused to let it anywhere near his Auburn, and Crowley refused to go anywhere near it at all.

"Well I can't carry the whole damn thing to the rubbish tip on my own!" Chalmers argued while Crowley stood defensively behind the sofa. "Can I at least take the Bentley?"

"Hel—God—damn it! BELGIUM!(4)" Crowley cried in frustration. "No," he said finally. "You da—you bloody well can't."

"Well then what the Hel—what are we going to do about it, hm??" Chalmers was a bit frustrated himself.

Crowley sighed. This was exhausting. "We could... Well, we could... hire a man?"

"Hire a man to come in here and dispose of your portal to...you-know-where?"

"It isn't a portal."

"Really? Because it looked an awful lot like one to me."

"Obviously you've never seen one before, then."

"That's not the poi— aggghhh never mind." Chalmers sank back into a chair.

Crowley leaned on the back of the sofa and gave a surreptitious glance in the computer's direction. It was really too bad that he couldn't just disappear it. But he was a demon, not a magician...

"Wait a sec..." Crowley said. "Aziraphale!"

"What?" Chalmers answered.

"Aziraphale!" Crowley said again.

"Yes, so you keep saying, but no matter how many times you repeat it, I still don't know what the bugger you're talking about!" Chalmers nearly shouted.

"The angel!!!" Crowley nearly shouted back. He hopped over the sofa and bounded to his office, where he immediately dialled the angel's number.

The angel himself was, of course, not home, and also becoming rather annoyed at being followed by this strange little occult man.

1. One he'd always thought was rather clever.

2. Go ahead, make hackneyed "rock and a hard place" allusions, but I refuse to sink that low.

3. Oh, yes he had.

4. It seemed there were hardly any expletives left that he could use without drawing unwanted attention from one side or the other, and since this is K+, the F-word was out of the question.