~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I see a bad moon arising.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Of course, the General wouldn't have known it was Emmy by mere sight alone. The flaming red hair with dark streaks, the tank top with the bra straps hanging out...well, he couldn't even bear to catalogue the rest of what he saw. But the sound of her voice as she screamed at Cal about Ewok hair singed on her Mercedes was a dead giveaway.

"Oh my God, who let that white trash on campus?" Brenda asked disgustedly.

The General turned his head and raised an eyebrow at her, now questioning the wisdom of having made Brenda the Diva's apprentice.

Brenda gasped as Emmy turned toward them, recognizing something in her stance if not exactly in her appearance. Emmy quickly released Cal's hair from her angry grasp and strutted over toward the group.

Aya smacked the General on his shoulder and snorted. "Have fun. I'm outta here."

Emmy grinned, stopping right in front of the General as everyone's mouths dropped open at the sight of her green eyes and tattoos. "Hey, baby," she drawled as the General blinked.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I see trouble on the way.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"It is time."

"It is?"

"Oh yes," Dandie said as she nodded, "it is."

Diebin squeaked with glee.

"Oh, Wenchiwan," Dandie said, wiping a lone tear from her eye. "This is such a proud day for me. Your first solo mission."

Diebin swept the poofy hair back from her face. "So tell me, Master. What is my mission?"

Dandie smiled and placed her hands on Diebin's shoulders. "Wenchiwan."

"Yes, Master?"

"We are out of hairspray."

"NOOOOOO!"

"Shh...shhh, it's alright," Dandie said in a soothing voice. "You have been trained for an event such as this."

"But...but...." Diebin sighed. "Where shall I go? What shall I do?" she lamented.

Dande gave her a polite smile, not entirely pleased that her Wenchiwan was quoting that Ho, Scarlett, but her tone and inflection were impressive. "Target. You will go to Target, and there you will find an array of hairspray beyond your wildest dreams. But...now listen very carefully."

"Yes, Master," Diebin said, stepping closer.

"You must only buy Aqua Net," Dandie instructed. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master. I understand. Aqua Net."

"Good!" Dandie exclaimed as she hurried to her spacious closet. "Now, we must get you dressed for town."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Emmy is DEAD!" Darry yelled as she glared out the window at Emmy jumping onto the back of Xani's motorcycle as he peeled out of the driveway. It had been amusing and satisfying to watch the General dodge her advances, holding his hands up defensively as she began to bark at him for God knows whatever reason before he darted past her and marched toward the building.

But as the General was frozen with confusion at the walking suit of armor that crossed his path, the clanking of the metal audible through the closed window, Emmy and Xani made their escape, presumably unnoticed by the ever-befuddled Jedi.

"Fine," Darry growled, turning from the window as she saw the General enter the building. She waited a few moments, standing just inside the clinic door. When she heard the soft click of boots against the hallway floor, she swiftly opened the door. "C'mere!" she growled again, grabbing the General's arm and yanking him inside the clinic, his shirt halfway off his body before the door even slammed shut with the force of his equal interest as he pushed the Nurse against the door with ardent appreciation.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I see bad times today.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Dorotea sighed, glaring out the window of her Volvo as she remained parked on the rugby field. All in a matter of seconds, she watched the General arrive and disappear in the building, Emmy and Xani take off, and the RB get lost in the hedge maze. She had been hopeful for a moment when the suit of armor began clunking in her direction, but one wrong turn meant she wouldn't be seeing him for a long time.

Perhaps she wouldn't keep him so medicated.

She sighed and slouched in the back seat, finding it more comfortable stretching room. She looked over her shoulder out the back window to see Jael and the OG still going at it.

Sword practice, of course.

"Everyone is getting some but me!" Dorotea yelled, kicking the door near her foot and cursing when it slowly opened with a noisy creak. She scrambled forward and slammed the door shut. Then she looked down and saw her 'How to Revive the Dead' book again. "Well, there's one man none of these Ho's want," Dorotea groused, grabbing the book and deciding to go for the gold, figuring substitutions where necessary probably wouldn't throw off the end result too terribly.

Meanwhile, Jael and the OG continued their broadsword practice, Jael performing most impressively, even mastering the jumps and bounces that were required of her in order to make any threatening moves against Max's upper extremities.

"You shall make the people proud," Max said as Jael grinned, "little one."

Jael stopped dead in her tracks. "What did you call me?" When she received no immediate response, she pointed her sword at Max's throat.

"Did I offend?" Max asked, finding himself confused yet again.

"Did you offend?" Jael asked mockingly. "Let me tell *you* something, Mister, I--" Jael stopped suddenly, dropping her sword and placing her fingers against her temples as her eyes reflexively closed.

Max grabbed Jael around her shoulders as she began to wobble on her feet. "Steady," he said, holding her to his strong, solid, sweating, panting, muscular, solid....uh....holding her to his strong body. "Are you injured?"

Jael shook the fuzziness from her head and opened her eyes. "It's Diebin. She's in trouble." Then Jael shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "Oh well."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Diebin flounced up the driveway of Wanker College in her pink dress, her hair bouncing behind her in the breeze. And then she stopped and gazed across the lawn in awe and amazement. There were men everywhere.

Men throwing frisbees and dropping them. Men throwing footballs and dropping them. Men simply walking and tripping. Men reading books and spilling Cokes.

After a few moments some of the men noticed Diebin standing there. They gasped and stopped what they were doing. A woman. On their campus. The last time that happened, Emmy had shown up dressed in a similar manner. This could only be a good omen.

Diebin batted her eyes and giggled as the men surrounded her.

"So, what brings you here?" one of them squawked.

Diebin giggled again. She remembered something that Dandie had told her. What was it? Something about going somewhere and getting something. Diebin giggled again. Whatever it was, it must have something to do with boys. She was a Wenchiwan after all.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
There's a bad moon on the rise.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Ladies, please," the General begged, holding his hands up as Ho's surrounded his desk.

"Have you SEEN my office?" Shana seethed. "Tigers! She had tigers in my office!"

"It's not my fault!" Dorotea exclaimed, finally having been convinced to come out of her car.

"Oh, sure," Darry said. "Nothing is ever you fault!"

The General sighed and stood up from his chair. "I'm sure we can all work this out to everyone's satis--"

"And in case you forgot," Caeryn said, throwing the university charter on his desk. "You are no longer in charge of this school. You can't just order up buses for a road trip on university funding."

"Yes," Shana said. "We have procedures!"

Caeryn stepped forward. "Proposals, budgets...."

"Paperwork!" Shana interjected.

"All of which need to be addressed to the board," Caeryn said.

"Not to mention the fact that there's a BODY hanging in my closet!" Darry snapped.

"Oh, waah, waah," Dorotea said with overdone sarcasm.

The General groaned and rubbed his forehead.

And in the corner a Blue Ghostie chuckled.

The General glared at the Blue Ghostie.

The Blue Ghostie smirked and disappeared.

"Well, it looks like I arrived here just in time," Laure said, walking into the General's office with a larger-than-normal grin on her face.

"Did she fill out an EA form?" Shana asked Darry with the hint of accusation in her voice.

"And who are you?" the General asked Laure with a fair amount of frustration.

"Who the hell cares," Emmy said as she sauntered into the room, her bra straps still hanging out of her shirt.

The General pursed his lips together, not sure what to do with his insane little Emmy. So he did the only thing he could do. He put his hands on his hips. "Emmy," he chided.

"Oh, bite me, Kenobi," Emmy responded, wiping her eye as the thick blue eyeliner irritated her contacts.

"Holy shit," Darry said, practically dumbfounded as she gazed at Emmy. There on the swell of the Diva's bosom, peeking out from the low neckline of her tank top, was a tattoo that read 'Qui-Gon Was Here.'

Emmy looked down to see what everyone was staring at. She laughed. "Yeah, you like it?" she enthused, shaking her shoulders a bit.

"You are completely insane," Dorotea said wide-eyed.

"Oh, look who's talking," Emmy snapped back.

"Fine!" Dorotea huffed. "If anyone needs me, which I doubt, I'll be in my car!"

"I could have her committed," Darry offered to the General, who bore an expression of dismay they had never quite seen before.

Emmy snorted. "Yeah you wanna see the 'X' your boy convinced me to ink on my ass first?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Shana asked, completely flustered.

"Nothing is wrong with me!" Emmy yelled.

"Look at you," Darry said. "You. Look. Like. Shit."

"Darry," the General said.

"Acting like an idiot," Darry continued. "Shopping at Target? Snogging Xani left and right?"

"Who is Xani?" the General asked through gritted teeth.

"You know what your problem is?" Emmy said. "What all of your problems are?"

"Hmmm," Laure said, eyebrow arched and taking a sip of her drink.

"You're all JEALOUS of me, that's what!"

In a surprising show of unity, all Ho's simultaneously lunged at Emmy.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Okay, no virgin...no goat...." Dorotea sighed and dropped her head into her book as she lay in the back seat of her car. "How is this going to work?"

Unbeknownst to Dorotea, the Blue Ghostie was watching her with amusement from outside her car door. He put the notion in her head to forget the entire matter, and then he continued on toward the tower. Something was beckoning him there. Something elusive, as Obi-Wan was fond of saying.

The Blue Ghostie proceeded unnoticed - a perk of being a Blue Ghostie on a campus full of Ho's - up the tower stairs, the strains of Duran Duran echoing in the stairwell causing a stir of familiarity in him for some odd reason.

He continued up the stairs, past the door where the music was emanating from, and headed toward the attic, the Force encouraging him to continue his exploration.

He moved through the attic door and looked around the dim room. And then he stepped back with surprise, an uncommon reaction for a Blue Ghostie. He stepped forward and looked upon....himself. Several versions, in fact.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"And you will bow down before me!"

Space Dog barked.

Jael stomped her foot this time, pointing her broadsword more emphatically at the super canine. "You WILL bow down before me!"

Space Dog yawned.

"Argh," Jael responded, darting away from Space Dog and toward the charred garage.

Space Dog flopped down and took a nap.

Jael ran to the open garage door where Cal obliviously attempted to clean up charred Ewoks. "You will BOW DOWN before me!"

Cal dropped the Ewok carcass and stumbled around, falling to his knees as Jael held her sword to his throat.

Jael smiled. "Cool." Then she turned and ran back toward the rugby field.

Cal gulped and decided to sit on the ground for several more minutes.

As Jael was running, a glimmer of silver reflecting the light behind the hedge maze caught her eye. She silently stalked toward the figure behind the bushes, a suit of armor that was walking in confused circles in a deep corner of the maze.

Jael made a running jump, sailing over the hedge and landing in front of the tin man. "You will bow down before ME!" she declared.

"Lucilla?" the suit of armor asked hopefully.

"Eewww," Jael said, making an icky face. "Freak," she charged, thwacking the suit of armor on the arm and knocking him over with a swift kick to the stomach.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"STOP!" the General yelled sharply as the pack of Ho's, save Laure, tackled Emmy to the floor.

"Get off me!" Emmy wailed.

The General pulled Ho's off the insane Diva as she scrambled to her feet, only to find herself backed into a corner.

"Alright, I've had enough of this," Darry said, pulling out her cell phone and pressing the speed dial button she had responsibly remembered to program with the number for the psych ward.

"Mulder."

"Shit," Darry said, hanging up.

"Now, everyone calm down," the General ordered.

"You can't tell me what to do," Emmy said. "I can do whatever the hell I want."

The General glared at Emmy and then stepped forward, grabbing her arm and pushing her into the wall. "I've had quite enough of you thinking you can do whatever the hell you want."

The Ho's gasped as Emmy's tiara suddenly started spinning around atop her head.

"You don't know who you're dealing with, Kenobi," Emmy said in a frightening, and mostly painful, screeching tone of voice.

The General stepped back slightly, releasing her arm. "She's...she's possessed," he said, his expression full of shock.

"Oh, please," Darry said. "She has an excuse for everything."

Then Emmy growled as her eyes rolled back in her head.

"Uh...so I've been wrong before. I think," Darry said tentatively, taking careful steps backwards as Emmy's tiara spun faster.

"We need a priest!" Caeryn said.

"Where are we going to get a priest?" Shana asked.

"Uh...I dunno," Caeryn said.

"Who are you?" the General demanded as Emmy's body began to make bizarre gyrations.

Emmy shrieked and cackled maniacally.

"Ginsu," the General growled, instinctively reaching for his lightsabre but stopping himself from igniting it.

"What are you going to do? Kill me?" Ginsu growled back. "I have her body, and I'm NEVER giving it back!"

"Quick!" Caeryn yelled. "Somebody say something in Latin!" she ordered, doing her best to remain an in-control Dean while silently pining for Paddington, who was unfortunately tucked safely in her bed.

All heads turned to Caeryn with a 'gee, thanks' look on all the faces.

"Come on!" Caeryn whined. "Everyone knows that's how you exorcise people."

"Uh. Huh," Shana responded.

"Oh, I know! I'll go get Max. He knows Latin!"

The Ho's snorted as Caeryn shot out of the General's office.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hope you got your things together.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Dandie sighed and looked out the window once more. It had been over three hours since she'd sent her Wenchiwan on hairspray recon. Something must have gone terribly wrong. But Diebin had seemed so ready for her first solo mission. Dandie couldn't imagine what the trouble could be.

She sighed again and turned from the window to tend to her stereo.

"Dandie."

The Wench froze at the sound of that voice. Her hands shaking and her heart pounding in her chest, she turned around slowly.

There stood her Master.

In the flesh.

All dusty and covered with cobwebs.

"M-M-Master," Dandie said breathlessly as she began to list.

The Blue Ghostie smiled, hoping that the clone body he had stepped into would respond in kind. "Yes." He cleared his throat and tried again. "Yes, Dandie."

"Oh," Dandie gasped.

The corporeal Qui-Gon's eyes opened wide. "By the Force, Dandie, you are REALLY pregnant! When did you get so big?" Then he went for broke and strode forward, pleased to find that his legs were solid beneath him.

Dandie promptly thudded.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"What is it? What trouble lies before us?" Maximus asked seriously, brandishing his sword as he entered the General's office with Caeryn running along behind him. "I am but one man, but I am prepared to fight to the--"

"I thank you for your offer, but we have everything under control," the General bristled.

"And then I will burn this campus to the ground, and all your men will be MINE! ALL MINE!" Emmy cackled.

"Yep, everything is just fine," Darry said as she grabbed Laure's drink.

"Emmy's been possessed, and you need to exorcise the evil spirit!" Caeryn said.

Maximus looked at Caeryn, one eyebrow arching high.

"Do it," Caeryn said, pushing him toward the spastic Diva, her tiara a blur over her head.

Maximus eyed the enemy and marched forward slowly.

The General crossed his arms and widened his stance.

Maximus stopped in front of Emmy.

"She's not going to projectile vomit, is she?" Laure asked.

"How would I know?" Darry asked.

"You're the Nurse."

Darry glared at Laure.

Maximus turned his head to look at Caeryn. "What do you want me to say?"

"Just tell Ginsu to bugger off," Shana said, getting a little impatient with this drama and wondering where the RB could be.

Maximus turned back around to face Emmy. "Ginsu! Bugger off!"

Emmy cackled at him.

"In Latin! Hello!" Caeryn huffed.

"Oh." Maximus turned back to Emmy as she waggled her tongue and fingers at him. He cleared his throat.

"This is never gonna work," Darry mumbled.

"Apage, Erinys atrox!" Maximus commanded really incredibly impressively.

The cackle suddenly choked in Emmy's throat.

"Apage, Erinys atrox!"

The Ho's and two Generals ducked as the tiara suddenly spun out of control, flying across the room and lodging in the wall. Then they all watched aghast as the murky green ghostie of Darth Ginsu rose out of Emmy's body.

Thinking faster than expected in the presence of two delectable Generals, Laure grabbed the margarita out of Darry's hand and threw it at the ghost as it separated from Emmy.

"What the hell?" Darry said.

"Salt," Laure said.

"Ah." Darry nodded. "I thought that was for sprinkling on the ground."

Laure shrugged. "Worth a try."

And as the salt-rimmed glass flew through the Ginsu ghostie, the Diva crumpled to the floor.

And Ginsu disappeared.

"Just like that?" Shana asked. "All that fuss and then poof?"

"She's gone," the General said, searching the Force for any hint of Ginsu's presence but finding none.

Darry dutifully walked over to Emmy where she lay on the floor. Darry checked to make sure Emmy had a pulse and then opened her eyelids. "Well, they're brown again," Darry said as she stood up. "Looks like my work is done here. If you need me, blah, blah," Darry said, flapping her hand in the air as she quickly walked out of the General's office in search of a philandering Grey-Sider.

Emmy mumbled incoherently, and both Generals stepped forward.

"I'll handle this," THE General said, putting his arm out to block Maximus. He bent down and picked Emmy up off the floor, noticing for the first time his name tattooed around her ankle. "I'll take her to her room," he said. "I think she'll need some rest."

"Good idea," Shana said. "I need some air."

"Max, I need to talk to you about some procedural items," Caeryn said.

"And I need another drink," Laure said.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Looks like we're in for nasty weather.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"You were right," Laure said to Darry later that evening as they walked back from checking on Darry's car to make sure it was free of charred Ewoks. "The Hellmouth was good training ground for this place."

"Yeah, well, you haven't seen Emmy when she's normal yet," Darry said. "And with that hair and inked up skin, things will be rather hellish for a while."

"I guess I'd better get some rest then," Laure said.

"Hmmm," Darry said. "Appointment with the General?"

"Of course," Laure said with a grin.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow then. I need to head to the library and bait Dorotea."

"As campus mediator, I'll pretend I didn't hear that," Laure said. "Good night."

"Cheerio," Darry said as Laure went inside the building. Then Darry made her way to the library, making sure the collar of her blouse was open far enough for Dorotea to be able to see the fresh teeth marks on her neck.

Darry opened the door of the library to find Dorotea sitting in the middle of the large room with candles lit all around, chanting bizarre incantations while a goat chewed on the books that nobody ever read.

"What the hell are you doing?" Darry asked.

Dorotea jumped up, startled that anyone had walked in on her.

"I...I...."

Darry looked at the goat again, and a light bulb went on in her head. "Oh God! Don't tell me you're trying to resurrect that Crispy Old Dead Guy!"

"Well!" was all Dorotea could say. Then she sighed. "The book says I'm supposed to sacrifice the goat, but I can't!"

The goat chomped on another book.

Darry marched forward, grabbing the instructions out of Dorotea's hands. "Gimme this. If anyone is going to be resurrected, it's going to be my Cic--"

"No! No way! You shredded my EA app!" Dorotea said. "This resurrection is mine!"

"Alright, fine," Darry said. "We'll try it on your guy first in case he's all psychotic and zombied or something."

"Thank you," Dorotea said triumphantly. Although that didn't sound so good.

"Okay," Darry said, "first we need to kill the goat. Wait a minute. Dorotea, this says sacrificial virgin, not sacrificial goat."

"A virgin goat?" Dorotea asked hopefully.

Darry rolled her eyes.

"Well, where was I supposed to find a virgin around here?"

"Cal?" Darry offered.

"Oh," Dorotea said quietly.

Darry sighed. "I'm sure we can make some substitutions. It says we need a flame. I have purple lightening. So we'll just reduce some of the ingredients, increase the others, and it'll all be a wash in the end."

"How *did* you get your nursing degree?" Dorotea asked.

Darry gave her a look. "Do you want to do this or not?"

"Yes." Dorotea nodded semi-confidently. "Yes, let's do it."

"Alright, then." Darry threw in the few other safe ingredients and then looked at the goat. The goat spit at Darry. "Dammit!" Darry groaned as goat saliva dribbled down her Calvin Klein jacket. "Fine. Forget the goat." She removed her jacket and threw it on the pile.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, goat spit has to be better than nothing," Darry said. "And besides, that's an expensive jacket. It should count for something." Ignoring the look Dorotea was giving her, Darry handed the instructions back. "Now you read this chant, and I'll zap the pile with purple lightning."

Dorotea began to read as Darry began to zap, the scent of ozone filling the room as papers suddenly began to fly around on their own. Dorotea finished the incantation and Darry stopped zapping.

All the papers fell to the ground.

The goat chowed down on another book.

The pile on the floor smoldered.

"Shit," Darry said.

"Oh, I *knew* this wouldn't work," Dorotea whined.

"Evacuate? In our moment of triumph?"

Darry and Dorotea gasped at the sound of the clipped voice and both turned toward the desk.

"I think you overestimate their chances."

"Oh. My. God." Dorotea said.

"Excellent!" Darry enthused.

The man standing behind the desk was startled out of his delusion by the two women's voices. He glared at them and then looked around the room. "Who are you?" he asked impatiently.

"Hi, I'm Darry," she said stepping forward and extending her hand. "It is *such* an honor."

"Darry," Dorotea said with a fake smile on her face. "He's not Qui-Gon."

"Hello!" Darry said to her. "Fuck Qui-Gon."

"Yes, that was the general idea," Dorotea said.

"We've resurrected Tarkin!"

"But I don't want Tarkin!"

"This bickering is pointless," Tarkin said, stepping around the desk. "I grow tired of asking this, so it will be the last time."

"I told you. I'm Darry. And this is Dorotea. And you are here at HSU!"

"Where?"

"HSU," Darry said. "This is a university."

"And our president is Obi-Wan Kenobi," Dorotea offered.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi?" Tarkin asked with disbelief.

"Yes," Darry said.

"Surely he must be dead by now."

"No," Dorotea said. "He's quite alive. We can assure you of that."

Tarkin sighed. "The Jedi are extinct. Their fire has gone out of the universe."

"Yeah, yeah," Darry said, flapping her hand at him. "C'mon, we'll show you around."

Tarkin followed hesitantly, staying on guard but also intrigued by these women. He followed them outside, and as he saw the Vader statue on the front lawn, something told him that this was a place that could be of some use to him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
One eye is taken for an eye
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Jael stood her in bedroom in front of the mirror, practicing her more menacing expressions.

"Yes," she said, the power of intimidation surging through her veins, "they will all bow down before me."

Space Dog barked.

"Quiet!"

Space Dog barked again.

"Xani's blood has made me strong," she preened. "And no one will stand in my way now."

Space Dog barked one more time.

"Maximus has no choice in the matter," she said. "And besides," she added in her best Ho tone, "as if he could do any better than this."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Emmy stirred on her bed, stretching out her limbs. She felt like she'd been sleeping for days. She yawned and rolled over, slowly opening her eyes to see the General sitting in a chair next to her bed.

"What's going on?" Emmy asked, rubbing her face.

The General smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," she said. "Sleepy."

"Well, you've had quite an ordeal."

Emmy scrunched up her face. "What are you talking about?"

The General thought for a moment as the Diva blinked at him, his Master's name peeking out at him from her rumpled shirt. "You...you don't remember?"

"Remember what?" she asked, sliding out of the bed with her eyes half-closed.

"Where are you going?" he said, trying to stop her.

"Have to go to the bathroom. Geez."

"Oh, alright," he said, sitting back in his chair.

She patted him on the arm, her vision still blurred. He was so cute when he was protective. Although she couldn't imagine why. The last thing she remembered was meeting Max in the mine. Emmy shrugged and shuffled into the bathroom and switched on the light.

In that fraction of a second, the General remembered that bathrooms always have mirrors. "Emmy, wait," he said, darting out of his chair.

And then, the loudest, most horrifying primal scream ever recorded in the history of primal scream therapy echoed across campus and throughout the far reaches of Estrogen County.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
There's a bad moon on the rise.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The End!!