Chapter Six - Mrs Kim Gets Help

One of Logan's co-workers slid open the window, and Mrs Kim stepped through.

"So, you broke but you did not buy?" asked Mrs Kim.

"No," said Logan, kneeling before her. "I've never even been to your shop."

"Then why you run?" she asked. "Pounce away like a guilt goat?"

"You scared me," admitted Logan. "Appearing in my bathroom like that."

"Oh," said Mrs Kim, as she pondered what he said. "You weak scaredy dog, not worthy of Rory."

"Just leave me alone," begged Logan. "I'll pay for the vase."

"Don't be silly stupid," she chided him. "You not break, you cannot buy. But I leave you alone."

Logan's smile returned, not quite as unbearably smug as usual. "Before you go, please tell me that it was you I kept seeing around, guarding at the palace, rollerskating at the park, juggling on a unicycle at Covent Garden."

Mrs Kim remained inscrutable. "I don't know what you mean, Logan." She then turned around and exited via the window.

"Goodbye, Logan. Please visit shop, don't be a stranger," she said, and then, gripping the window-cleaning scaffold controls, she descended out of sight.

Logan shakily got back up to his feet, and returned to his powerpoint. "So, next slide," he said, as he clicked his mouse, and once again saw Mrs Kim, staring at him with red eyes, the words "FILTH PIG!" leaping out at him.

Mrs Kim, undaunted by this current failure, was not going to give up. She's already reduced her suspect list by one, so, as she blended in on a London bus, dressed as a Victorian nanny, she put her talking umbrella to the side, and started looking through the list of people Lorelai had given her, who'd been staying at the Dragonfly Inn. Lots of out-of towners, some from far-off lands, but she had their addresses and they could not escape her.

She pulled out her cell phone. She'd need help.

Kirk was on the first day of a new job he'd invented, after his recent computer-selling business had literally crashed. While engrossed in concentration, he suddenly heard ringing. Surprised that his new business venture was so successful already, he rushed to pick up the phone.

"Mrs Kim?" he said. "You want me to rush over there? You need my minimalist skill set? Sure, I'll be over in ten minutes… What? You're where? Yes, I've got a passport. What? I'll be your passport too? Sorry, the line's bad. Okay, give me a day, I've got to find someone to take over my new am-dram shadow-puppet company… I'm glad you picked me. What? Mr Kim didn't answer? Or Lane or Luke or Babette or Sookie or the Troubadour or TJ or Paul Anka or Lorelai? Guess it's fate… Sorry, I'll stop talking… Mrs Kim?"

Kirk smiled. He was needed on the other side of the world, and he was needed now.