Darry (and Vivienne Westwood) paced back and forth in front the main administrative building of Wanker College. She had caught a ride over in the morning with Wicket, who was attending classes there part time, but he had failed to meet her to drive her back. No way was she going to run the risk of her having her BMW spotted on the WC campus. Darry was trying to secure some rugby equipment from them for use at HSU, but so for the Chancellor of WC, an inept man named Valorum, would not part with the stuff.

"He's maxi-busy right now," the obnoxious Gungan secretary had prattled, covering her with equal parts of pity and saliva. "Maybe you could come by tomorrowday?"

Damn, Darry thought. And I wore the suit that usually works with the Senate Sub-Committee on Educational Endowment. She was wearing the mico-est of micro-mini-skirts and tailored jacket done in a very conservative pinstripe.

The all-male student body of WC certainly noticed it as they ran from the buildings between classes. They also looked like their collective IQs equaled a good golf score.

Darry grumbled and pulled out her ubiquitous cell phone. She pressed #1 on the memory.

"Mulder."

Balls! She hung up. Why was she also getting this weird guy whenever she tried to speed-dial HSU?

She punched in the number angrily and kept pacing. Finally reaching the HSU switchboard, she followed the prompts to Dieben.

"I need a lift back from WC. That stupid little rodent left me here while he went to Litterbox Training 101 or something," Darry almost shouted. Diebin, familiar with Darry's phone manner, was holding the receiver the standard 11.6 inches away from her ear.

"Let me just see where everyone is," she said. "Hmmm, Dande probably shouldn't be operating any kind of heavy machinery in her condition, Shana and Caeryn are locked in a conference with a prospective student transfer and her...family, JenJen and Kymira are in Jael's "The Art of RediWhip" class, and Ban is faxing her Nutella Crispy treats recipe into the Ho Home Journal. I think Tasha was waiting for maintenance to fix a leak or a fuse or something; she was kinda vague when she reported it."

"Where's Emmy?"

"Well, after Space Dog brought her back, she locked herself in her room and is now having a poignant discussion with her tiara. Probably not a good candidate for a drive in the countryside right now, unless the straightjacket allows for it."

"What's the General doing?"

"Sleeping."

Darry glanced down at her watch and then around at the collection of vapid faces that kept staring at her. Sheesh, you'd think some of these guys had never seen a woman before.

One of the younger, more obnoxious-looking pupils strode up and asked shyly "Are you an angel?"

"Right, that's it. Wake him up and tell him to come and get me."

"But he needs his sleep. He has an appointment with..." Diebin paused as she looked at THE BOOK. "Oh, it's you."

"Well, I'll let him sleep tonight, okay?"

"All right." Diebin took her leather clad feet off her desk and unfolded herself from the chair, her suit making a sound not unlike a finely-tuned piece of luggage.

"Hold on a sec," Darry instructed. She looked down at herself. No sense wasting a perfect fashion opportunity.

"What?" Diebin said.

"Tell him to bring The Bike."