"What time does the campus party start?" Amber asked.

"7 o' clock," Methos said.

"Fine, Richie and me can be out of here by 5."

"You're just trying to see if you can give him a heart attack, aren't you?" Methos asked.

"You know me all too well."

Richie came down the stairs and entered the living room, "Allright, I called Shelly and Yvonne, they're going to be there in an hour, so we better get started."

"Indeed, come on Richie."

"Where're you two going?" Amanda asked.

"We're going to be the 'life' of a party full of people from the 18th Century. That takes all the time you can get."

"Amazing, they're still going through with this."

"What did you expect them to do?" Methos asked.

"I don't know, but do you think we should at least warn Duncan?" Amanda asked.

"Why? As they said, he's going to have his hands full with 500 drunks kids on campus, he won't have time to go chasing them."

"Which will just leave him worrying."

"Which is their plan."

"Well, you going with him?" Amanda asked.

"Hell no."

"Well what are you doing?"

"Well a few of the teachers who turned down going to the college are getting together themselves around 7."

"Need a date?" Amanda asked.

"Aren't you a married woman?" Methos smirked.

"Oh well, never stopped me before," Amanda said.

"That's the trollop I know," Methos laughed, "why not? Everyone I know there is bringing a date."

"Well, how do I look?" Richie asked as he came out of the bathroom wearing a black suit similar to what was worn in the 1800s.

"Like a dirt poor mortician," Amber said.

"Thanks a lot."

"Okay, okay, if you put on a hat, you could pass as Jack the Ripper..."

"I still have some things to do with it, and I might add that you look like Chico Marx."

"That's a good, that's a the look I'm a trying to pass for," she replied.

"So remind me again, what're we doing?" Richie asked as he adjusted the sleeves on his jacket.

"We get there at 5, have a little harmless fun for an hour, then we go crazy and haunt the entire neighborhood."

"That's pitiful."

"You have a better idea?" Amber asked.

"No, it's pitiful that it takes something like us to haunt the neighborhood...must prove how truly boring it is," Richie explained as he adjusted his tie.

"Well maybe we'll get lucky, and some psychotic maniac who killed his sister 15 years ago and has since been put away in an institution, will break out and come back here to kill off the rest of his family, and we'll get caught in the middle of it," Amber cynically said.

"Funny...well, how do we look?"

"We look like something from Interview with a Vampire, we'll fit in perfectly, now quit screwing around and let's go."

"Boy this is going to be a crazy night for any cops out tonight."

"You're telling me, imagine in one night, Michael Myers and Doctor Loomis in one car, then the Witches of Eastwick in another, then Freddy Kruger, Jason Voorhees, and Boy George in another, and here we are, Louis de Pointe du Lac and Lestat de Lioncourt right behind the rest. Well...come on, Haggis."

"Hagg...you been talking to Connor?"

"Not recently, why?"

"No reason."

"Well, we better get going, the dead won't wait all night."

"Wait a minute Amber, you forgot your hat."

"Oh...where is it?"

"It's right here," Richie picked up her hat, "let me..."

Richie went over to Amber, rammed his fist through her hat and then put it on her head.

"Funny, Richie..." Amber picked up the hat and threw it away, "I'll do just as well without it, come on."

"Where's Mac?" Richie asked.

"He decided to go to the college early and get a good idea of just what he had gotten himself into, before the students actually arrive."

"And where're you going? Taking a shower?" Amber asked as she noticed Methos in his bathrobe.

"No you simpleton," Methos grabbed the end of the robe to remove it.

"Hold it! You're not naked or anything are you?" Richie asked.

"Don't be ridiculous," Methos dropped his robe and awaited the remarks.

"Julius Caesar I presume?" Amber asked.

"Correct, a few of us who aren't going to be chaperoning you kids are having a little get-together of our own."

"Do you have a date?" Amber asked.

"Yes."

Amanda entered the living room in her costume and it only took a second for Richie to find out who she was.

"Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile, am I right?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Well what do you know?" Amber asked, "It's like I'm watching Freaks and Geeks and the television set isn't even on. As much as we'd love to stick around, we have to be going."

"Fine, we'll be leaving ourselves in a couple of hours," Amanda said, "now Richie, remember what I told you."

"Don't get caught!" the two young Immortals said in unison.

They headed out to Richie's car, Richie set the top down and they were off.

"So remind me again where we're going."

"About two miles down from here, then you take a left, and you'll come upon this small wooded area."

"That's where the party is?"

"Don't be dumb, that's where we're leaving the car, through the wooded area is where the party is."

"You sure no one got killed in this place we're going to?"

"Positive, why?"

"Why else would the owners rent it out so cheap?"

"Because they wanted to dump it off on someone else's hands so they could get out for the night," Amber said.

"Whatever..."

"Well Mister MacLeod, let me be the first to thank you for agreeing to do this tonight."

"It's nothing."

"Well I should warn you, these college parties tend to get out of control at times."

"500 drunk kids, no wonder they get out of control. But I don't think we need to worry too much about them."

"Why?"

"Because, the two kids that we really should worry about, that I'm worried about...aren't going to be here tonight."

Richie looked ahead at the small house with dim lights.

"Are you sure this is the right place?"

"Quit being such a baby, I came by last week and checked the place out, come on, they're already here," Amber said.

Richie and Amber walked for a while until they came up to the house.

"Ready to go in?"

"Maybe we should knock first," Richie said.

"Oh for heaven's sake."

Amber jiggered with the knob and opened the door, "Hey everybody! We're here!"

There were close to 20 other people inside already, all dressed from a past century.

"Amber, Richie, welcome, can I take your coats?" Eddie asked.

"No, just tell me where Rick Mahoney is," Amber said.

"He's over bobbing for apples," Eddie pointed.

"Say no more."

"So Richie, how's it feel to be a town celebrity? Everyone's been talking about you all day."

"Well it was nothing really."

"Nothing my ass. Mr. Big Shot, HEY LADIES! Look who just flew in."

Richie found himself surrounded by women, some dressed like fancy figures from the 1800s, and others in flapper dresses. Amber looked over from the table at Richie.

"Sucker," she said.

She turned around, placed her arms behind her back and lowered her head into the bowl, trying to get her teeth on an apple. She immediately drank in the wine before she came across the skin of an apple. She cornered it on the bottom of the bowl and brought it up in her mouth.

"She looks like a stuffed pig!" Rick laughed.

Amber grabbed onto the apple as she bit into it, as she removed it, everyone stared at her.

"Yeah well, that would make two pigs here this evening," she told him.

She turned around and realized everyone was looking at her. She looked down and saw blood in the bowl and on the white tablecloth, and on her apple. She ran her fingers over her chin, they were covered in blood. Someone screamed, she then saw Richie running towards her.

"Amber what hap...Oh my God!" he shrieked.

Amber stepped back and placed her hands over her mouth as she looked on in horror.

"Oh my God," she said, "I can't believe this...I have to say something now."

Amber lowered her hands and screamed, "Gotcha!"

Everyone exhaled in relief; Eddie went over to Amber and slapped her.

"That just wasn't funny at all!" he said.

"Oh I don't know about that," Richie screamed, "I though it was hysterical!"

"Allright everybody, so a tasteless prank was pulled, you'll get over, and if you don't...WHO CARES?" Richie laughed.

"Yeah, it's Halloween, everyone's entitled to one good scare," Amber added.

"I've had my share for the night," Yvonne said.

"Oh allright, everybody go back to what you were doing, we'll continue the party here, then once it gets really dark, we go out and terrorize the whole town," Amber said as she wound up an old Victrolia.

Some of the guests started slow dancing, others went back to talking, Richie came back over to Amber with a lady on his arm, wearing a toga.

"Hey Amber, this is Gail Widen."

"Nice to meet you, what the hell do you want?" Amber asked.

"Gail's taking Meteorology and Algebra I at our school."

"Wonderful, what's she doing here? A dress like that she should be over on the campus."

"You said yourself we'll be leaving here in a while, so be nice until then," Richie said.

"You know Methos, it's real drafty out here," Amanda said.

"I know, I know."

"But it's worse for me, I'm in a skirt," Amanda said.

"What do you think this is?" Methos asked as he tugged on his costume, "a 3-piece suit?"

"Come on, let's just go in and enjoy the party," Amanda said.

They went in and were in for a surprise. They were the only ones in costume!

"Oh God," Amanda groaned as she slapped her forehead, "I thought you said this was a costume party."

"I did...that's what I was told."

"Mr. Pierson, how nice of you to join us," Mrs. Thornberg, the Algebra teacher said.

"Oh...nice to see you too, Abigail," he said as he stared at the floor.

"Is this your wife?"

"No, she's just my date."

"Oh well..." Mrs. Thornberg said as she gazed at their clothes, "do you have some traditional customs in your families?"

"Uh, no," Methos smiled as his face turned red.

"You see, Mrs. Thornberg," Amanda said, "we thought that we were coming to a costume party tonight," she laughed, "it's kind of funny once you think of it."

However, Abigail wasn't laughing.

"I'm sure it is," she said in a tasteless tone, "for you maybe."

She turned and went back to some of the other guests.

"Oh God," Amanda moaned, "maybe we should just go. Maybe Mac could use our help at the party."

"Why should we leave? I think I'm going to make myself right at home," Methos said.

Methos headed over to the bar, and Amanda followed, a few of the men were already there, and near drunk out of their minds.

"Did anyone hear about the bowler that lost his head in the ball return machine? He came to the alley every Halloween night, you know what they said about him?" one man asked.

"Heads are gonna roll," Methos said.

"Exactly!" the man laughed, "Hey, hey, come here, you look like a man of fine class, let me buy you a drink...Hey bartender! Bartender, how much for your best vodka?"

"Al, you know where you are, the drinks are free, go lie down and wait for your hangover to kick in," another man said.

"Oh forget that, I can't get any sleep, those damn birds live in the tree outside my window, they keep me up all night," he said.

"If you want to scare them away, an owl should do the trick," Methos said.

"An Al, I AM an Al," he said.

"No, an owl! You know, hoo! Hoo!" Methos said.

"What?"

"Hoo!"

"Huh?"

"Hoo!"

"Huh? What?"

"Hoo!"

"Who Al who?"

"Not an Al who, OWL HOO!"

"Hoo?"

"Hoo!"

"I already told you, I'm Al."

"Not who! Hoo! An owl! It's a short pudgy bird that twists its neck all the way around, and it comes out at night and its eyes glow and if you're not careful, it'll dig its beat into your scalp and act like a jackhammer!" Methos exclaimed as he jumped up and down.

"Oh, an owl. I know them."

Methos let out a frustrated wail as he fell back and hit the floor.

"Nice view," an older lady said as she walked by.

Methos got back onto his feet and put down his toga, he went over and grabbed Amanda by the arm, "Come on, Amanda, let's see if MacLeod needs our bloody help."

It was completely dark now, the only light in the house was coming from candles spread across the house. Rick was wearing a black cloak, and was surrounded by blood red candles burning.

"The sun is gone and all is well, now is the time to break loose, and to run wild, and above all, to terrorize the whole town," he ended his comment with a sinister laugh.

Everyone ripped off their old clothes and let them drop to the floor. The candles were put out, and they all ran off in the night in their real costumes. Immediately, everyone found themselves surrounded by several odd looking figures. Hooded figures, phantoms, others in robes like Druids, then came the really weird ones. Richie found he'd lost Amber back some ways and went back and found her lying on the ground and in the street.

"What happened to you?" he laughed.

"I don't know, two fairies came and grabbed me by the arms and spun me around, then they left. Then this guy in an oversized raincoat and a hat with two sets of claws nearly shish-kabobbed me, then I got knocked down by this guy who looked like Dr. Loomis from Halloween. Then I got stepped on by someone who strongly resembled Gomez Addams. Care to help me up?"

Richie said nothing and jerked Amber up out of the small ditch beside the road.

"Where to now?"

"We're all going to meet up on 10th Street."

"Allright you heard the lady, 10th Street is where we go next," Richie said.

Everyone hopped in their cars and drove away.

On 16th Street, a police officer was on stakeout in his car, watching for anything unusual. It seemed to be a boring night, then he saw it, a few cars came by with a group of people in crazy costumes. He got on the radio and back to the station.

"What's all the racket, Hubert?" the chief asked.

"A car just went by with a skeleton and a bear in it," he said.

"A skeleton and a bear?" the chief choked.

"Now here goes one with a bumblebee in the driver's seat, and a flower beside it."

"Bumblebee and a flower?"

"And here comes one with a chicken driver, and a Dalmatian beside it."

"A chicken driver and a Dalmatian passenger?" the chief laughed.

"Now here comes one with a...oh no!"

"What? What?"

"An airplane pilot and an escaped convict just came driving by in an airplane!"

The chief was now on the floor, rolling around and laughing, "Oh really? Is it a 747, or is it just a small one for two people? One in back and one in front?"

"The pilot's in the front, and the convict's in the back with a satchel in his hands!"

"What?" the chief shrieked.

"And now here comes one with a gypsy and a goose in a Roman toga."

The chief rolled onto his back as he laughed again, "This is too good."

"Now, here comes one with a demon and a priest. What do you think I should do?"

"I think you should take a week off, Charlie, I think you need a rest."

"But Lieu, they all seem to be heading the same way, up near 10th Street, who'll follow them?"

"Look Charlie, I'm sure there's a perfect...logical..." the chief resisted laughing, "explanation for all these misfits coming together. I'll get Powell on the case. You go home, take two aspirin and call a good psychiatrist in the morning."

"What're you mixing up, Troy?" Shelly asked.

"Bloody margaritas."

"What?"

"Bloody marys with margaritas, get drunk twice as fast on different concoctions," he said.

"If you don't die from it first."

"Yeah, here, try one," he said as he offered her a goblet.

"I'm not drinking that."

"Well I'm not drinking it without testing it first."

"Hey Richie..."

"Yeah?"

Shelly took the goblet and handed it to Richie, "Here, try this and tell me what you think.

Richie accepted the goblet, tilted his head back and downed the drink with one gulp, "S' not bad."

Troy picked up another goblet and downed it himself.

"I like it."

"Good for you," Shelly said.

Amber picked up a large pumpkin with an unusual face carved in it. She blew out the candle and threw it at a window, ultimately smashing it. A man came to the window and waved his fist in the air.

"You damn kids! I'll call the police!"

"Let them, this is Halloween, you couldn't get any cops available in the county," Steven laughed.

A bunch of the kids had already gotten drunk and had started doing the bunny-hop, but as a result of how much they had to drink, they were unable to keep their balance and they tripped up three others in the fall.

"What a night," Richie said.

"You're telling me, how often is it you see Screaming Jay Hawkins, Michael Myers, a leopard woman, a fairy, three witches and a skull with a wreath of roses on his head all get together and do the Calypso?"

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Let's see, I've egged some cars, and some people, soaped some windows, busted some pumpkins, and busted some bimbos on the corner, yeah, how bout you?"

"I'm doing okay, I guess."

"Where's your lovely Gail?"

"I don't know, since we took off our first set of clothes at the house, I don't know what she's wearing."

"At the house she was wearing a toga, you can imagine what she's wearing now. A pair of sandals and a big smile."

"Richie."

Richie turned around, "Gail. What're you doing here?"

"What're you doing dressed like a poison ivy plant?" Amber asked.

"I got lost on the way over, did I miss anything?"

"Nothing that can't be done again a dozen times before sunrise," Amber said.

"I'd say this is turning out to be a good night," Richie said.

The party was broken up by flashing blue and red lights as the policemen wailed on the siren as they came up. Some of the kids took off, others froze, and others put their hands up as the cops stepped out of the car.

"Well, well, well," one said, "what have we here? A Woodland fairy," he said as he walked past Gail, "a demon," he added as he passed Amber, "and a...Richie Ryan?"

"Oh shit," Richie muttered.

"Richie, who the hell is this?" Amber asked.

"Oh, let me introduce you, Satan, Amber Jenzon, Amber Jenzon, my worst enemy from Washington, Sergeant Powell."

"Powell the pain in the ass?" Amber asked.

"Nice to know you're speaking so highly of me," Powell smirked, "now put your hands on the hood."

"Mister MacLeod, someone's here to see you," Mr. Henderson said.

Duncan headed down the stairs to the entrance of the school as he saw Julius Caesar and Cleopatra walk in.

"Adam, Amanda, what're you doing here?"

"Well we had a prior engagement but it didn't work out," Amanda said, "we thought we'd come here and help you. How's the party going?"

"How's it going? Take a look around," Duncan said.

The school was filled with everybody in weird costumes, dancing and drinking and laughing up some bad jokes.

"I don't know why we even bothered coming here, nothing's going on."

"Yes, because you're here, the party's dead, now, come midnight when this party ends, they're going to get together and start a rave like they always do," Methos said.

"Well, seeing as how I came all the way here," Amanda said, "would you be interested in a dance before we leave?"

"The pleasure would be mine, and Adam," Duncan said.

"I know MacLeod, when I cut in, I dance with Jezebel, not with you. If you'll need me, I'll be at the bar, and if anyone starts a joke about a bowler and an accident with the ball return machine, I'm leaving."

The DJ switched over to a different song for a slow dance. Duncan and Amanda made their way to the center of the floor and twirled around before Duncan dipped Amanda.

"Now this is a party," Amanda said.

"I was hoping you'd see it my way," he smirked.

"Mister MacLeod, Mister MacLeod!" Mr. Henderson said as he came down the stairs.

"Well that didn't last long," Amanda said as they broke away from one another.

"What is it, Sean?"

"Phone for you, it's the police department."

"Damn it!" Amanda silently said to herself as she stubbed her heel on the floor, "I told them not to get caught."

"I'm sorry Amanda, what'd you say?" Duncan turned around.

"I said...damn it, the heel of my shoe got caught...ooh, hurts like hell."

"The police? What do they want?"

"I don't know, but Sergeant Powell said..."

"Sergeant Powell!"

"That's right, he said..."

"What line?"

"Two."

Duncan went back into the office and picked up the receiver, "Hello?"

"I thought you died," Richie said.

"Surprisingly enough, I thought the same thing about you," Powell smirked, "I guess we were both wrong. Now, MacLeod is going to be down here soon, I suggest you get comfortable for the time being."

Powell went into the back room of the police department.

"What do we do?" Gail asked.

"I don't know, first the cops are going to kill me, then Mac's going to come down here and kill me all over again," Richie said.

"Now hold on everyone, it ain't over yet," Amber said, "they brought us in because of a so-called 'serious' charge, if we can convince them that there's nothing serious to us, they might let us go."

"How do we do that?"

"Yeah, how?"

"Well, what have we here?" the chief of police asked, "oh no, you must be the demon and the priest that Charlie told me about...allright, what've we got you booked on?"

"Uh..."

"I shot someone 200 times, single handedly, left him with more holes than a sponge," Richie said.

"I was burnt at the stake 300 years ago, now look at me," Amber said.

"I used to be a Birmin cat, until I met her," Gail said.

"I got a car that's haunted," Amber said, "I should know, I rode in it, look at me, I'm 77 years old, I used to have liver spots and arthritis."

"I got picked up for yelling at a fire hydrant!" Richie said.

"I went to visit my mother at the hospital, she just gave birth to triplets, three beautiful bowling balls, all girls," Gail said.

"They tried to shoot me cuz I climbed up a traffic sign pole," Amber said.

"My garbage hasn't been picked up in three days," Gail said, "today it bit me."

"I have a steel plate in my head," Amber said, "now I get The Movie Channel through my eyeballs."

"Allright, everybody hold it!" the chief said, "who brought you in?"

Sergeant Powell came out of the back room in the station, all three pointed to him.

"I see, you three are free to go, Powell, I want to have a word with you."

"On what?" Powell asked.

"Well goodbye, good luck, farewell," the three said.

"Merry Christmas Mr. President," Amber saluted, "see ya on Mars."

All three turned and ran out of the station.

"Powell, what did you pick those three up for?"

"You told me to."

"I told you to investigate, not bring in innocent bystanders on false charges. I've been getting a lot of complains about you, Powell, and quite frankly, I'm sick and tired of it."

The chief chewed Powell out for several minutes, at that time, Duncan came in.

"What's going on?" Duncan asked.

"Mister MacLeod, I have...I HAD brought your..."

"Nothing, nothing at all Mister MacLeod, I'm sorry but I do believe Powell's gotten you down here for no reason. I'm terribly sorry about the mix-up."

"They don't want us out on the streets where society will see us, fine, we'll go somewhere else, we'll go to the graveyard, nobody will bother us there."

"How could they? They're all dead," Myron laughed.

"Well then it's settled, to the cemetery," Amber said, "CHARGE!"

Everyone jumped in their cars and headed to the Eternal Peace cemetery, slightly off the boarders of being in town.

"This place is a mess," Richie said.

"They're all dead, what do you expect them to do? Tidy up their final resting place?"

"Allright, everyone out of the cars," Gail said.

The group of disturbing, hyper teenagers got out of their cars and headed into the cemetery. Some of them took cubes of beer out of their cars, others took out floodlights so they could actually see the place, one kid took out a boom box and set it in the middle of the graveyard and turned it on.

"Didn't I see this in a movie once?" Richie asked.

"Yes," Amber said as she grabbed a couple of beers, "but we don't have some tramp dancing naked on a tomb."

"That can be arranged," Cynthia laughed.

"No you're not, you're keeping your clothes on," Amber said.

Cynthia laughed and headed back to her date.

"Can you believe her?" Amber asked.

Amber popped the top off a bottle of sweet and sour scotch and downed a third of it.

"Well you know how hormones get."

"No I wouldn't I got no hormones, I already told you that," Amber said.

Amber took another drink of the scotch and broke the bottle and laughed, "You know Richie, you look good tonight...oh man, I've had enough to drink."

"You want to go home?"

"No! Of course not, hell no, let's stay here...and find a place to...to...two deacons, a reverend and a rabbi walk into a bar and..."

"Oh yeah, you HAVE had enough to drink," Richie said.

"Yeah well, c'mon, sit down with me until the cemetery stops spinning," Amber said.

Richie took Amber's hand and helped her down onto the ground.

"Y' know Rishie," she said, "I'm sho glad you came out here with me tonight."

"I'm glad I came too," he said.

"Yeeeeaaaah, you know. You know how to have a good time...Rishie..."

"Yes Amber?"

Amber leaned into Richie and kissed him hard for a few seconds before breaking for air.

"I was beginning to miss that," Richie laughed.

"Me too."

"Come on Amber, I think you can be clarified as intoxicated. I think I better get you home," Richie said as he grabbed Amber's hands to pull her up.

"No Rishie!" Amber screamed, "I don't wunna go home, I'm a gonna sh'tay with you."

"Okay then, we'll stay here until you sober up."

"Good."

Richie held Amber gently so she wouldn't think anything of it. If she were sober, she wouldn't let him touch her at all, so he considered this a miracle.

"So you basically made that trip down there for nothing," Amanda said.

"In a nutshell."

"Well it doesn't matter, it's nearing midnight, so now those kids are out doing whatever they want," Methos said.

"Where's Richie and Amber?

"They haven't come back yet," Methos said.

"Well where are they?"

"Amber gave me the address, hold on, I'll go get it," Amanda said.

"Really MacLeod, you're worrying too much."

"Oh am I?" Duncan asked, "This is Halloween, a night when anything could happen, and it usually does."

"MacLeod."

"You don't know them like I do, they could be anywhere."

"They're at 514 22nd Mockingbird Lane right beyond that wooded area," Amanda said as she came down the stairs with a scrap of paper in her hands.

Duncan threw on his jacket and headed out the door.

"Duncan, where're you going?"

"I'm going to go get them and bring them back."

"Rishie..." Amber said, her voice muffled by her face buried in Richie's chest.

"What is it, Amber?"

"Wha time is it?"

"Nearing 1 in the morning," Richie said.

"Well," she said, getting up from the ground, "I've had about all the culture of the deceased I can stand. Let's go."

"Go where?"

"Who cares? Most of the party's broken up, let's go drinking, let's go gambling, let's go see a horror flick, I don't care but let's leave the graveyard," Amber said.

"Okay."

As Amber and Richie neared the exit of the cemetery, Eddie jumped out from behind the bushes and seemed to be wrestling a pumpkin.

"What are you doing?" Amber asked.

"I thought..." Eddie gasped, "I thought it was Myron. I was trying to wring his neck."

"Wonderful, well, Richie and I are leaving, goodnight," Amber said.

Hand in hand, Richie and Amber headed back to his car, "where to now?"

"Let's get back to Main Street," Amber said.

"I've seen better parties in my time," Amanda said.

"So have I...I remember one time, someone poured a keg of beer into the bowl we used to bob for apples," Methos said, "everyone got drunk by 12 o' clock, by 1 o' clock we were all bombed, by sunup we were all butt naked and some of us woke up covered in moss and leafs."

"I remember one year I got so drunk, I danced with every man in a bar, and was dipped by three men...and tipped by four more."

The phone rang, Amanda answered it, "Hello?"

"Have they come home?"

"What are you talking about, Duncan? No they haven't come home yet."

"Well they're not here, where else could they be?"

"Maybe they're on their way home," Amanda said.

"I'll check on the way back," he said.

"Are you sure this is the way back we came?"

"Positive."

"Well, what's going on? Where is everyone?"

The streets were practically empty, a lot of houses still had their lights on, but there was no one to be seen.

"I don't know," Richie said.

"Oh well, let's just go home," Amber said, "I'm getting tired."

"You sure?"

"I know when I'm tired, Richie."

"I mean about going home."

"Of course, I...Richie..."

"What?"

"Stop the car."

"What?"

"Stop the car."

Richie slammed on the brakes and turned around, "What is it?'

"Look ahead, what do you see?"

Richie looked ahead, standing on the next corner, behind the bushes, was a man in a black facemask.

"What do you think it is?"

"It's Rick...he wants to get back at me for the apple stunt."

"What do we do?"

"Get out of the car, I have an idea."

Amber grabbed something from under the front seat and they stepped out and started walking down the street.

"What is it?" Richie asked.

"I saw something come down here."

"What?"

"I don't know, but I tell you, it was..."

The man came out of the bushes and pulled out a large knife and came at Amber, she fell back and threw a brick at the figure. The figure just narrowly dodged it and immediately removed his mask.

"Amber, what the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked, "can't you take a joke?"

"Obviously better than you can."

Laughter was heard from different parts of the block, one by one, several of the men from the basketball team and the football teams at the college came out from hiding, laughing their heads off.

"Oh, good one Mahoney, 'she'll never guess its you'," one said before busting out laughing.

"Amber, I'm going to get you for this," he said, waving his fist at her.

"Please, you couldn't get me if you had all the barbiturates in the county," Amber said.

The men started laughing even harder.

"She got you there, Mahoney."

"Come on Richie, let's get out of here before he throws a tantrum," Amber said.

Richie and Amber ran back to his car and got out of there.

"Back home now?"

"No, let's go somewhere to be alone," Amber said.

"What?"

"Just do it."

"Allright."

"I drove back here as slowly as I could and took every way possible, I still couldn't find them and you mean to tell me they still aren't here?"

"That's right."

"I don't believe this!"

"Duncan, don't get overexcited."

"I'll kill them!"

"Duncan!"

"I'm going out and I'm looking for them again, I'll find them, and when I do, they are not going to be able to sit for a week, I'll see to it personally."

Duncan rushed out the door, got in his T-bird and stormed off again.

"Do you think he'll find them?"

"Honestly?" Methos asked.

"Yes."

"I think they'll be back before he is."

"Nobody's been here for years."

"Why is that?" Amber asked as she lay on a large flat stone beside the stairs.

"It's my understanding that there was a misfortune in the family, and they left shortly afterwards," Richie said as he made himself comfortable on the steps.

"Murder?"

"They think so...since then, nobody's lived here."

"Wonderful...another Michael Myers case..."

"Well you said you wanted an interesting evening."

"I'm glad no one's here..."

"Why?"

"Because, the last thing I want is for Duncan, or Sergeant Powell to come down here and go down our throats for something...I swear, they say everyone's entitled to privacy, so why aren't we getting any?"

"Hey guys!"

"And apparently we're not getting any now."

Amber got up on the stone, "What is it, Chuck?"

"I just got word that Mac's looking for you guys."

"Oh shit."

"Where is he?"

"Uh...currently he's making his way through 9th street."

"Well, which way's he heading?"

"This way."

"Come on Richie, let's get out of here. Chuck, you wanna come with us?"

"Hell no, if you get caught I don't want my ass being in the fire."

"Fair enough, see you in the morning."

They jumped in their car and took off, a few minutes later, Duncan's T-bird pulled up and he got out.

"Chuck, have you seen Richie and Amber?"

"Not since tonight at the party," he replied.

"Do you have any idea where they'd be?"

"Other than back at home...no."

"Well thank you anyway."

"Well, my car's parked out back in the alley, now what'll we do?"

"How about we hide out over there at the theater?"

"And do what?"

"They're showing older horror movies, let's go, if we hurry, we could catch Halloween H20."

"Amber, what time do you have?"

"1:45, why?"

"No reason."

They headed in and got their tickets and dove in the back row just in time to catch the opening of the movie.

"This has been a long night," Richie said.

"And it's going to be even longer."

Duncan woke up and saw bright lights overhead, his whole body hurt, even his eyes hurt. It took him a while to realize where he was. The hospital, he was in the hospital, but why?

What was wrong with him? Every inch of his body hurt and he didn't know why he was in the hospital?

He heard the door open and Amanda rushed in.

"Duncan, are you okay?"

"What happened?"

"You were in an accident, you were found upside-down in your car, knocked unconscious...How are you feeling?"

"Like I look I imagine...Have they come home yet?"

"I don't know, I've been waiting out there for an hour now."

"And Methos?"

"He's out there too. What happened?"

"I dinna remember," he said, "I know I went looking for them, but I don't remember how I got in the accident."

"You must've really been damaged to not have healed yet."

"What've I got?"

"A few broken bones, some deep cuts, and they think you knocked something loose in your chest."

"Well, soon I should be able to get out of here...although how I'll do that I don't know."

"Don't you worry, I have the best doctor in the county, he'll find a way."

"A doctor?"

"Yes, Dr. Pierson."

Richie and Amber had sat through Halloween H20 and Interview with a Vampire and were ready to head for home.

"What time is it?" Richie asked.

"Little after 4 in the morning."

"Look."

The sun was already rising, the town was gold and pink and red with the light.

"Let's head for home, and pray we beat Mac home."

They ran back to the alley, jumped in his car, and headed straight for home and got there in a record 10 minutes. They climbed up the siding up to their window and jumped into their beds. 20 minutes later, they heard Duncan's voice and his footsteps booming up the stairs and he threw the door open and barged in.

"Richie! Amber!"

"Wha is it?" Richie yawned.

"Mac, give me a break, I woke up two hours ago to get my boots off, do I have to put them on again already?" Amber asked.

"What? How long have you been here?" Duncan asked.

"Oh, probably...what was it Richie? 12:30 or 1:00? I don't remember I was so tired."

"Fell asleep right after we got in," Richie said.

"I-I'm sorry, you two go back to sleep...I must've been out longer than I thought..."

Duncan closed the door as he left, Amber got out of her bed and jumped into Richie's.

"Are you tired, Richie?"

"No. Are you?"

"No."

"So what'll we do?"

"Well, we don't have to go back to school till tomorrow...you take a shower, I'll get us some coffee."

"Me take a shower?"

"Yeah, you reek of those bloody margaritas we had," Amber said.

"Eh, goody, hard-core alcohol one night, and ice cold Frappuccino the next day," Richie smirked.

"Yep, another year, another good scare, another night we got away with murder, went to hell and back...Gotta love Halloween, really gets the adrenaline going."