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"What game are we playing, Master?" Grace asked Jareth, as they stood in the presence of the Duke, "Is in on the Playstation?"

"Silence!" the Duke bellowed, "Jareth! How dare you bring an Outsider here!"

Jareth said, "Baby Grace Blue is my servant and anything said here will be kept in strictest confidentiality. Correct, Grace?"

"Yes, Master," she answers firmly.

"Yes, of course," the Duke coughs in his throat. "I'm sure she...serves you quite well. Am I right, my dark angel? Ramona?"

Ramona stood still as a pillar, green face turned five shades paler, in utter amazement of a living dead girl.

"Ramona A. Stone! Answer when I speak to you!" the Duke snapped.

Ramona screamed at Jareth, "You...idiot!!! You've ruined the greatest piece of modern art of the 20th century! Utterly ruined!!!"

Grace cowered behind the Goblin King, as he wrapped his cape protectively around her. Jareth smirked, "You think rather highly of yourself as an artist, don't you, Ms. Stone?"

"The nerve of you!" Ramona paled again, "Are you accusing me of..."

"ENOUGH!!!" Bright flashes of lightning and thunder shook the room like an earthquake. "Jareth, go back to the others in Central Park and watch them. Particularly Aladdin--don't let him out of your sight."

"I can't stand them," Jareth sneered, "particularly that sexually-confused soldier and that ex-con...I can just as easily watch them through my crystals," Jareth formed an orb. With a small bolt, the Duke shattered the orb, sending shards flying at the goblin's face. Jareth flinched as he felt some of the pieces cut him.

"Perhaps I haven't been clear," the Duke said cooly, as Jareth wipes some blue opalescent blood from his face, "we cannot go back to David's mind unless all personas are together and in agreement. If even one of us refuses to return, no one goes home. I need you to keep the others in order and away from David while I negotiate our homecoming."

"But David doesn't know we exist," Jareth asked, "how do we know he even misses us?"

"Trust me," the corner of Duke's mouth lifted a bit, "he'll know."
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"THESE are the pictures?" Nathan shrugged. "I've seen eigth-grade anatomy books more erotic."

Liza: "I think they're lovely. I mean, they're nicer than Playboy."

Berlin: "German porno's better."

"It's not porno," Earthling said, "These are art studies. They're meant to make an important statement."

"And that statement would be?" Halloween Jack asked.

"Um?" Earthling scratched his beard, "Ricochet?"

Ricochet: "Don't ask me. Yankee?"

Yankee: "Wot?"

Ricochet: "Zane?"

Zane: "Mmm...uh...fur is murder?"

Leon: "So much for 'important statement.'"

"Hey!!" a police officer calls to the Bowies, "what's going on out there?"

The Bowies quickly hide the photos in Major Cellier's case. Monte approaches the officer, "Oh, we're just enjoying a day at the park."

"Are you all together? Because you should have a permit for groups larger than 20...Is that..a lion?" The officer points to Dory.

"No, no, no!" Zane jumps in, chuckling, "that's just a costume. Honest. We're actors."

Earthing (to himself): "And he said it with a straight face, too." Then he says out loud: "Officer, we're having a vigil. David Bowie is sick, and..."

Zane finishes, "We're dressed like this in honor of him, in hopes for a speedy recovery."

Officer, "Oh. David Bowie. He's still around? Anyway, I can't have you people all together like this. I need to have you..."

Nana creeps forward, "Excuse me, Officer, but we bought several dozen doughnuts this morning. Would you care to have one?" She smiled so warmly.

"Oh, wow!" the officer smiles and takes a glazed, "well, OK. You folks seem harmless. Wierd...but harmless. I'll say you're two groups of ten or so and be on my way. Oh, and keep those two dogs on a leash, please?" And he was on his way.

Dory sniffed: "Hiss...He called me a dog! A filthy, stinkin' dog! The nerrrve! The gaul...!"

Halloween Jack growled: "What was that, pussy?"

Dory: "Uh...nothing..." Jack barked, and another dog-and-cat chase commenced around the lake.
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"Well, Mr. Jones," the doctor says, "The tests can't find any reason for your collapse. No stroke, no illness. I think you were just having a bad case of withdrawal."

"That's it?" Iman was puzzled. "Isn't there anything to be done?"

"No, ma'am, your husband is perfectly healthy. I commend him for quitting his habit. There's nothing medically that needs to be done. Still, we could have David stay here for another day, just for observation, in case anything else occurs."

David, Iman and Duncan thank the doctor as he exits the room. David said, "Iman, darling, you look exhausted. Why doesn't Duncan take you home--I'm going to take a nap for a few hours."

Iman: "I can't..."

David kissed her on the cheek: "It will be OK. Tell Alex 'Daddy's OK' for me."

Iman kissed him: "Love you."

"Love you, too."

"Glad you're still here, Dad," Duncan hugs his father as he walks Iman home. Left to himself for the moment, David reclines and closes his eyes for a nap...

A few minutes later, a nurse's aide comes to take David's vital signs. The aide, a young woman greets him saying, "Good morning, Mr. Bowie! It's an honor to meet you."

David has a puzzled look on his face, "Oh, my dear, you must have the wrong room. Who's Mr. Bowie?"

To be continued...

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