Morning came and there was a rush of excitement about the house. Noodle and 2D had been informed the previous evening of the new maid that would be living with them. Noodle wondered if she was to be trusted but was otherwise happy that they'd finally have a clean house. 2D wondered if she would be anal and oppressive but was still ambivalent about the situation. Both wondered how the argument between Murdoc and Russell would go down.

"Maybe he won't care," 2D mused, "especially since she's sort of attractive."

"You think?" Noodle asked, "she seemed a bit too jumpy, maybe she's hiding something, i don't think Murdoc will like that."

"Nah, he's pretty shallow, I once saw him try to pick up a girl who'd thrown up on herself," 2D mentioned, "the jumpiness won't matter."

"Well, whatever happens, I hope she can clean this mansion up," Noodle replied.

Russell had taken that morning to go into town to meet with Teresa and get all the paperwork signed. Everything went without a hitch, especially since Teresa had her belongings pre-packed and in storage.

...

Teresa had finally arrived to the mansion and was once again welcomed by her new employers. She had been informed about Murdoc, who would not arrive until later. Teresa didn't care much about this detail though felt there was something sketchy about the way in which it was delivered. She suspected there would be an issue but as she was already hired, she figured it'd be a mess to try and get rid of her due to the contract she signed and didn't worry about it too much. She was just happy that she was finally getting back on her feet after a year that tested her will and her patience. Russell allowed her to pick a room which she would occupy for the duration of her time there and she picked one on the side of the house opposite the band's living quarters.

"Are you sure this is the room you want?" Russell asked Teresa, who was already inspecting the room.

"Yeah, this looks a good size," she replied, pressing down on the bed's mattress. She looked around at the plain room. It was only the bed and a dresser in it but she didn't mind the blank quality of it. It was what she needed, she thought.

Russell looked down the hallway somewhat nervously and took a deep breath before deciding to warn the new maid.

"Well, the thing is that Murdoc likes to stay in the room down the hallway sometimes and... well it's ..." Russell struggled to find the words to express his concern. He didn't intend to rub Teresa's employment in Murdoc's face and he also understood that Murdoc's lifestyle would perhaps cause the new maid discomfort.

"What, is he like, not cool with this or something?" Teresa asked, and then realised that there was another man at the doorway who was looking at her shrewdly.

"Oh, are you Murdoc then?" she asked, and Russel turned around in time to see Murdoc fuming.

"What the fuck is this Russell? Didn't I tell you i didn't want a fucking maid?" Murdoc asked sharply, turning to Russell. Russell seemed unfazed at this and turned to Teresa.

"I'm sorry, I'll be right back Teresa," he apologized and then turned his attention back to Murdoc, "Do you mind if we step over here for this?"

Russell stepped down the hallway with Murdoc fuming in tow. Teresa didn't know what to do except sit on her new bed and wait. She took out her cellphone to play solitaire, there was no need to worry over anything as far as she was concerned. It had been a shitty year, there was no way things could get any worse.

"Why the fuck did you hire her?" Murdoc asked as soon as the two finished their short trek down the hallway. "I told you i didn't want a fucking maid and you move her into MY side of the house."

"Well, she picked this room, I was about to explain that you didn't really want her on this side of the house but then you showed up," Russell explained in a matter-of-fact way.

"Why the fuck is she even here? We are perfectly fine without a fucking bitch who'll be in our fucking business."

"Well Murdoc, I don't give a shit anymore," Russell said calmly, shrugging and walked back to the room. He knew Murdoc wasn't going to fight him over this, that this hissy fit was all a show to disguise the fact that he'd probably try to sleep with Teresa later. When he got to the room he saw that Teresa was playing with her cellphone, predictably Murdoc had followed him with the same grimace still firmly on his face.

"So should I move my stuff then or what?" Teresa asked, putting down her phone.

Russell shook his head and replied "Nah, you can stay in this room... if Murdoc here gives you a hard time, just let me know, i'll correct him."

"Are you sure? I mean, no offense Murdoc..."

"It's Mr. Niccalls to you..."

"Err, Mr. Niccalls... if i need to move, then it's no problem, I'll do it. I didn't mean to piss you off... err, i mean wind you up i guess they say here, right?" Teresa said, trying to placate the angered man who stood before her.

"No Teresa, that won't be necessary, Murdoc will just have to manage this one time," Russell assured her, earning a death glare from Murdoc.

"Do I get any say in this or is this not my fucking band anymore?" Murdoc asked sardonically.

"Well, there's your Winnebago parked out there if you REALLY can't stand to live in the same house as the rest of us and the maid..." Russell said, matching Murdoc's sardonic tone.

There was a moment's silence in which the three simply looked at each other as though they didn't know what to make of the situation. Russell looked at his watch and realized that the movers would be arriving soon.

"The movers will be here soon, I'll be heading downstairs to let them know where to bring your stuff."

"Ok," Teresa responded simply, looking at both of them. Russell nodded his head at her and walked out of the room. Murdoc looked after Russell and seemed to linger at her doorstep.

He'd been waiting for Russell to be out of an earshot.

"Listen you bitch, don't think you're staying here long, Russell may have hired you but I'll find a way to make you leave," he threatened as he inched closer to her face.

Teresa smiled nervously and chuckled "Ok then, whatever."

The reaction only served to anger Murdoc further, who left the room and slammed the door behind him.

Teresa sighed and decided that there would be no use in aggravating this man who clearly had some sort of emotional disturbance of some kind. She really didn't care in the end, as far as she was concerned, she wasn't there to make friends. The fact that her life had become a reality show was disturbing but there was little that she could do about that now. She understood that there could not be any personal entanglements if this was to become a stable job and living situation. She would eventually perhaps try to reason with Murdoc but for now, she would be completely professional. Russell had told her that the majority of her projects would be self-directed but that every once in a while there could be special requests from any member. She immediately wondered who would be the one to abuse the special requests clause of her contract.