Dorotea spotted the General standing in the garage and screeched, "YOU!"

"Uh, oh," Kymira and Jen say to each other as Dorotea stalks toward the General.

"We better go with her," Kymira says to Jen.

"You hid her voodoo paraphernalia, right?" Jen whispers as they follow Dorotea.

"Dorotea does voodoo?" Asks a nervous Brenda, as if she didn't have enough to worry about being the Diva's padawan ho.

Dorotea doesn't pay attention to the murmuring voices behind her, she is quite used to hearing voices. She rushes past the General. "Follow me General, you have some explaining to do!"

A forlorn General follows, still holding Emmy's tiara sadly in his hands. 'What now?' he thinks to himself. Why were so many of his Ho's somewhat unstable? What did this say about him?

Dorotea stops in front of an aged Volvo 240 station wagon, dented, scratched and duct taped. Dorotea glares at the General. "My. Car. Will. Not. Start."

The General sighs in relief. He had taken care of this problem already. "I'm sorry about the damage to your car, Dorotea, but I bought you the new Volvo V70, Cross Country, AWD station wagon," see he says, pointing to the shiny new car.

Brenda, Kymira and Jen all sigh in relief, not wanting to see the General become a pin cushion.

Dorotea sneers and walks to the back of the 240, opening the bumper sticker covered hatch, books,CDs, rolls of duct tape, a prosthetic arm, Altoid tins and clothes falling to the ground. Dorotea picks them up and throws them back in with the other clutter. "That car," she says pointing to the V70, "does not have the cargo space that this car does and, and....it is just not COOL!"

Kymira, Jen and Brenda snicker. Dorotea gives them a glare, they turn and quickly run away.

The General closely examines the 240. "Um, and this box with wheels is?" He asks, unable to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

"Yes!" Dorotea exclaims stamping her foot. She slams the hatch closed. "It is so square it's hip! It may be old, it may be duct taped, but this car and I have been through a lot together!" She opens the driver's door. "Look, see that big red smear on the dash?" The General nods obediently. "That's where I left my lipstick and it melted in the hot sun on my first day on campus. This car is full of memories. All the scratches and dents are special moments in my life. This one here," she points to a long scratch on the door, "was when I was scribbling notes for the end of the Return, and I scraped against a mailbox."

The General is nodding obediently again when Dande floats up next to Dorotea, sniffing the car. The General and Dorotea eye Dande cautiously, since leaving her Quarterback, she had reverted to her vapid self again. "I smell my Master," she says dreamily. "Sandalwood and musk...ah...the sweet memories of my beloved."

Dorotea suddenly gets fidgety. "I'm a Hindu, I meditate in my car sometimes...Ohm, Ohm." She explains, picking up a figurine of Lord Ganesha and showing it to the General. "Remover of Obstacles. Maybe you should take it."

Dande narrows her eyes. "Musk?"

Dorotea shifts her eyes way from the General. "Um..., I ran over a skunk?"

Dande peers into the car, spotting something on the floor. "AH HA!" She exclaims, picking up a shriveled grape. "You fed the Master grapes in your car!"

The General gasps, "But he's been gone for years."

Dorotea sighs, heavily, humiliated. "I don't clean out my car very often. The point is still the same! I want it running again, just put a new engine it. Um, and it make a V6 while you're at it. And I want you to do it yourself, I don't want that padawannabe near my car or those bots either!"

"You fed my Master grapes?" The General asks, befuddled expression on his face, wench behavior still beyond his realm of thought.

"Once! I took to much St. John's Wort and it was the Kentucky Derby and I had a few too many Mint Juleps....those thundering hooves...magnificent stallions...NEVERMIND that! I'm a HO now and that is what counts! Just FIX My car!" Dorotea exclaims.

Dande dances around Dorotea chanting, "The Alternative wench fed the Master grapes," over and over.

Dorotea gives Dande a look. Then leans over and whispers in her ear, so the General can't hear, "Crispy. Old. Dead. Guy. Now that was a barbecue, the hot-dogs and marshmallows were yummy."

Dande begins weeping. The General pats her on the shoulder. He eyes Dorotea, who is trying to look sweet and innocent. The General doesn't buy it. No one ever does. "What did you say to her?"

Dorotea smiles sweetly. "Nothing...just fix my car...please. Oh, and I want to be librarian."

"You'll have to speak to Caeryn about that," the General says, watching Dande wander away, moaning and wailing.

"I'm not talking to her until the database is back up and she stops talking to Paddington. I don't think she's entirely stable."

The General was beginning to wonder if any of his ho's were stable. Julia seemed stable, Brenda was sweet. Kymira and Jen liked glitter a lot, but other than they seemed normal. Diebin and Emmy on the other hand...he didn't want Dorotea to go over the edge, she was strange enough already, and she had sammich leanings, he didn't want to lose her to Aya's University. "Okay, I'll see what I can do about the Librarian job, and I'll find away to get your, box, car running again."

"Thank you, you be the Man!" Dorotea exclaims giving the General a quick kiss on his bearded chin. "Oh and by the way, you might want to check out EBay item number 69. If I were you, I'd bid high, real high."

Dorotea hands the General her duct taped laptop. "Here, look it up, um ignore the markings and the pinholes on the screen." Dorotea scoots off happily thinking sweet thoughts of soon being able to drive her aerodynamic challenged box on wheels again. Her thoughts are interrupted by the strains of "that song" and Dande's moaning. Dorotea shakes her head. Wondering if Dande would go for a hockey player, maybe Chris Pronger, 6'6", and face not too badly smashed. Oh, but the Blues needed him right now. Damn.

The General stands in the garage, alone again. He places the laptop on the hood of Volvo and opens it up, wondering momentarily how it could even be working. Still holding Emmy's tiara he hits a key so the X-Files screensaver goes off and the webpage from Ebay is displayed.

Ho's across the campus are startled momentarily as they hear a primal scream coming from the garage. "Hmmm..," they think, "Emmy must be teaching the General primal scream therapy," and they go back to scouring the campus for Nuttella and checking the latest bids on EBay item #69.