The Millennium Falcon shaped ship, which still doesn't have a name, touched down in Storinal's spaceport. Ton had been here before, and was therefore 'in charge' of this particular aspect of the mission. In reality, this meant that Mish and Kat could still boss him around, but he got to walk in front of them. It kept him happy, at least.

Ton had not seen Mish or Darillian throughout the journey to Storinal, and was starting to seriously wonder if they'd accidently got left behind at the Service Station, which they'd stopped at in order to buy some coca cola bottle shaped confectionary, which had a layer of sour 'fizz' on top, and to use the rest rooms, to, um, rest.

"MISH? DARILLIAN?" Kat yelled soon after they touched-down, still not used to calling Darillian by his first name, which, quite frankly, does kinda suck. "WHERE IN THE SITH ARE YOU GUYS?"

Ton looked at Kat longingly, "Shall I go find 'em?" He asked.

"Nah, I'll go." Kat said, then wandered into the cargo-bay-turned-video-room. No-one was in there. Then she checked the bedroom - after knocking first, of course. Mish was curled up under the covers, sleeping, Indy hat on her head. If this were a cartoon strip, a line of 'Zzzzzzzz' would be hovering above her.

"Hey, Mish?" Kat asked, tapping her on the shoulder.

No response was forthcoming.

"Mish?" A harder tapping.

Still no response.

"Mish, get up. MISH - THE ENEMIES ARE IN! WE'RE GOING DOWN FAST! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"

"WHAAAAAAT?" Mish sat bolt-upright, knocking the Indiana Jones hat from her head and onto the floor, a look of panic in her eyes, her hand immediately finding a blaster and holding it between Kat's blue eyes.

"We've landed on Storinal."

"Oh, right. I'll get up then."

"Good idea. Mish?"

"What?"

"The blaster."

"Oh." Mish lowered the blaster, and Kat exited the room.

"And Mish?"

"What?"

"You got any idea where Darillian went to?"

Mish looked quizzical, "No, why?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all." Kat walked back out of the bedroom and wondered where Zurel had gone to.

"Oooooh Darillian?" Kat shouted, resorting to this instead of looking for him, "Where are you?"

There was a groan in response.

"Oh, for Sith's sake." Kat muttered, walking into the 'fresher.

"Uuuuugh. I feel awful." Darillian said, hanging over the sink in the 'fresher unit.

Kat looked at him, "You know, for a couple of lines, I thought you might have been with Mish."

"Mish?" Darillian's eyes widened slightly, "She's sleeping in the bedroom, isn't she?"

I wonder how you knew that. Kat thought to herself, overly-suspicious. "Take one of the pills in the top drawer, they should sort your hangover out. And hurry up, we're going now."

Darillian nodded, "Okay. I'll be out in a second." He opened the drawer.

There was one blue pill and one red pill.

Shrugging, he picked one of the pills up, looked at it suspiciously, and swallowed it.
 

Kat walked off to find Phanan in the middle of trying to convince Storinal Ground Control that he was a part of a company lead by a guy named 'Doran'. Kat shook her head and explained to Control that Ton was mentally unstable and was being taken to Storinal to get specialist treatment from a Dr. Doran. Control didn't believe a word of it, but thought Kat was cute, so decided to let them continue their stay on Storinal anyway.
 

Kat and Mish walked down the ramp and stopped half-way down.

"Do they ALWAYS do this?" Darillian asked Phanan, and then realised he was already at the bottom of the ramp, this having been explained at the beginning of the chapter.

"Ssssh!" Mish shushed Darillian.

"Ah, Storinal." Ton breathed in the noxious fumes of Storinal's spaceport. He patted the travelling box of the critter simply referred to 'The Glass Prowler'. "Don't worry," he murmered to the Prowler, "We'll get you out of this one alive."

"So what are we doing here now?" Darillian asked as they walked through the streets of Storinal's main city, the name of which can likely be found in Wraith Squadron but which the Author writing at the moment is far too lazy to look up.

"We're looking for…" Ton was cut off when two guys in white lab coats came up and grabbed him. "Hey! What are you doing?"

One of the guys, both of whom were quite bland-looking, said, "We're here to bring you to Dr. Doran."

Mish glared at Kat, who gave her a How-Was-I-Supposed-To-Know-The-Dude-Was-Real shrug.

"Dr. Doran?" Darillian grinned. This was getting better and better. "They finally discovered Ton was a few Lomin Ales short of a cantina, and now they're taking him down?"

The second guy - or was it the first? - asked, "Are you this man's guardians?"

Kat glanced at Mish, then replied, "Yeah, I guess we are. Where are you taking him?"

"Dr. Doran's office is just down the street. If you'll follow us?" one or the other of the guys told them before they started hauling Ton bodily presumably towards the doctor's office.

"Hey, get off!" Ton yelled, kicking like a child.

Mish grinned at Kat, who was watching Ton and shaking her head slightly.

Darillian was shaking with laughter.

Finally the group entered a white building. The interior corridors were also white, and had pale green flooring. Not nice.

Darillian noticed Mish and Kat get jumpy when they passed a sign which read "Psychiatric Ward".

At the end of the corridor was a sparsely decorated waiting room in shades of white and sickly green. There was only one person in the waiting room, a tall, good-looking guy in a straightjacket. He smiled at them. "Hi! I'm Face Loran!"

Mish shook herself out of the nervousness which came with being near psychiatrists and grinned. "Hey, you look kinda like Face Loran!" She looked at Darillian, and back at 'Face', "But I dunno. . . there are just too many Face references lately."

The guy looked confused. "How can there be Face references without me? I'm Face, I really am!"

"But Face isn't crazy," Kat pointed out. "Why're you here?"

The guy sighed. "They only think I'm crazy."

"Yeah, that's what they all say." One of the guys who had hauled Ton in said.

"Hey Face, I'm Ton." Ton introduced himself to the 'nutter'.

Face's face (and this is where the authors get their real kicks from) went ashen, "But . . . But . . . you're dead!"

Kat and Mish gasped. "How DARE you!" they exclaimed in unison.

Face frowned. "What? He is! I was there! It was very traumatic, I watched my best friend die!"

Kat shook her head. "No, no, no. That's only what the propaganda says. He's not dead! He's right there!"

Mish nodded. "Sorry, pal, but the real Face would never say something like that."

"PAL?" Face almost exploded, "That's my catchphrase!"

"Is it? I wondered why I just said it. I usually say 'mate' instead..."

"Anyway, isn't Darillian supposed to be Face?" Ton said, turning to Darillian.

All eyes turned to the now-blonde-haired man. . . A collective gasp echoed through the corridor.

Darillian frowned in confusion. "Me, Face? Why would you think that?"

"But… all the foreshadowing…" Mish said helplessly. "We were so sure!"

Darillian shrugged. "I never noticed any foreshadowing. I think you were reading too much into it. Over-analysing, as it were."

The fake Face looked over Darillian. "Weren't you a ceiling decoration?" he asked.

Ton sighed. "This guy is way too hung up on canon. Look, pal, mate, buddy, whatever, we have some really wacko Authors who keep what they want and ignore what they don't want. If you stay for more than a chapter you'll get used to it."

"You think he'll make it that far?" Mish whispered to Kat.

"I dunno, what do you think?"

"Well, if we fade out now, perhaps, but we've only just begun. If he amuses us, he'll stay, but I can't stand this canon thing. Next thing you know he'll be saying there's no such thing as Earnest the Wonder Ewok, and Grinder wasn't the devil in disguise."

"He was?" Kat looked slightly shocked.

"Okay, okay, so I embellished. He wasn't. But he should have been."

Darillian, Phanan and Face craned to hear Mish and Kat's conversation. They smiled in a somewhat superior manner.

"Mr., uh, Loran?" A voice came from the office. "You may enter now." It sounded dubious.

Mish looked at Face. "Don't go in there. It sounds like a psych!"

"Mish, he's crazy," Kat reminded. "He thinks Ton is dead, after all! Maybe a shrink could help him?"

She sighed. "Okay, Face or whoever you are, go in. But don't say I didn't warn you!"

One of the guys who'd dragged Ton here emerged from the office and glared at Mish. "Come on, Mr., uh, Loran."

"No 'uh', I AM Mr. Loran. Garik 'The Face' Loran! I don't know what you're talking about, you're all completely insane! That guy there - he's dead, I saw him die, and Piggy killed him, look, that guy there, who looks slightly like me, the blonde guy, he died too. And then, whe--" Face's 'babbling' continued until the door to the office shut.

Mish gulped.

Kat sniffed. "The next thing you know, he'd be saying we don't exist. This is for the best, Mish. Really, it is."

"Perhaps we don't though." Mish looked very worried now.

Ton sighed. Mish had a tendency to philosophise about such things. "Okay, I think it's time for the chapter fade-out now," he told them.

"Since when do you get to be in charge of the chapter fade-outs?" Mish asked, with a philosophical look on her face.

"Well, who is in charge of the chapter fade-outs?" he demanded.

"Usually the authors." Mish shrugged. "Whoever they are. Do you reckon there's a higher power out there...somewhere?"

Ton groaned. "Can we please just have a chapter fade-out?" he begged.

"Hmmmm." Mish wondered. "I wonder whether or not the problem of evil comes into this... And Face could be Face from an Anti-Realists point of view..."