A bland-looking guy in a white lab coat emerged from the office. He might or might not have been one of the guys who had hauled Ton here, but they couldn't tell, as they hadn't paid any attention to those guys. "Mr., uh, Phanan, you may enter."

Phanan stood up. "Hey, what happened to the dude who thought he was Face?" he asked.

The white-lab-coat-guy's expression did not change. "Mr., uh, Loran has been dealt with."

Ton gulped.

"Now, if you would, Mr., uh, Phanan."

Phanan looked longingly back at Kat, who gave him a little shooing gesture. He turned back to the white-lab-coat-guy. "Okay."

He stepped into the office. A blond man of average height stood facing the wall away from the door. Ton gulped again. The man turned around and Ton's eyes widened. "Clechu?"

"Gesundheit," the man said loftily.

"No… you're Tycho 'Sneezy' Clechu, right?"

Tycho Clechu, not to be confused with Tycho Celchu of the Fab Four, sighed. "Hello, Phanan."

"What are you doing here?" Phanan asked. "Dr. Doran?"

"I was trained as a psychologist before I became a pilot," Clechu explained. "So when I wanted to get out, I came here, took up an assumed name, and set up my own practice."

"Why'd you bother changing names?" Ton had done the same thing, but he'd kept his old name.

"Who'd go to a psychologist whose name sounds like a sneeze?" he demanded.

He has a point, Phanan mused.

"Look," Ton said aloud, hoping that the fate of 'Face' wasn't going to be his . . . whatever happened to 'Face' anyway, "I'm really not mad, Kat just said that to get us on-planet. I'm looking for someone, actually. Perhaps you know her? Dr. Vitrum Cimex."

Little did Ton know of the bitter rivalry between the psychologists and the insectoid scientists on Storinal...

The colour drained from Clechu's face. "HOW DARE YOU?!"

Ton took a step back. "Umm… I'm sorry… was it something I said?"

"GET OUT!" Clechu bellowed.

Phanan scrambled out of the office. "Um, I think we should be going now," he told the others.

"Where's Face?" Mish asked, looking panicked. Phanan wondered what her previous experience of psychologists was. She was keeping her distance from Clechu, that was for sure. "And where're we going?"

"I don't know where Face is, but the guy in there is an old friend of mine… and he didn't look too happy when I mentioned Vitrum. So come on, let's go, he looked pretty mad." Phanan hopped from one foot to the other. He didn't have to go to the 'fresher, he just really wanted to get out of there.

"But he's pretty cute!" Mish protested. What the heck? she thought, He's a PSYCHOLOGIST! What am I thinking? Maybe I need to see a pyschol- Aaaargh!

Darillian glanced over at Mish, who looked like she was about to faint. Man, she looks hot, he thought for the first time in at least ten minutes.

Ton started really jumping now. "Come on, come on, come on!"

Kat raised an eyebrow. "Ton, are you okay?" she asked.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. But I won't be until we get out of here." It was then Ton realised that he'd been in the waiting room for several minutes, trying to get his friends (and Darillian) to leave, and Clechu hadn't sent any goons after them. He calmed down a bit - just enough to stop jumping.

"Uh-oh," Mish muttered.

"What?" Kat asked.

"Well, he was hopping up and down, and now he's stopped. I hope he didn't do anything unsanitary." Mish cringed.

Ton sighed. "Mish, I'm a grown man. I'm pretty sure I'm beyond that by now. But can we please leave? I never liked Clechu much anyway."

"Bless you," Darillian said absently as he stared at Mish.

Mish caught Darillian looking at her in the corner of her eye. What? she thought, Uh-oh, I don't have something on my face, do I? Man, how embarrassing would that be?

"Whaddid you do to him?" Mish asked innocently, with just a hint of mischief, a familiar half-smile appearing on her features.

"Umm… gave him a nickname," Ton said, editing the truth slightly. "And do you people like it here or something? Can't we just go already?"

"Well, I'm getting used to it," Mish said.

"Yeah," Kat ribbed. "You don't half belong in one of these places."

Mish gave her a death-glare. "Okay, let's go," she said. "Which way's out?"

"Umm…." Ton pointed in a random direction. "That way."

"Ton, that's a wall," Kat pointed out. "Come on, guys, this way."

"Nice to see someone's got their sense of direction," Mish muttered as Kat opened the door to Clechu's office.

Kat opened the door on an angry-looking blond guy. "Umm… sorry," she said quickly.

"Yeah, you -" What could have been the start of a furious tirade melted away as Clechu caught sight of Mish, standing behind Kat. "It's you!" he cried in an awfully sappy voice, somewhat reminiscent of the way Esra had talked to Kat back on Nar Shaddaa.

"Hi," Mish said, obviously not recognising Clechu.

"It's you!" he repeated. "The woman of my dreams! When can we be married?"

Kat raised an eyebrow and snickered.

Mish looked at the tall blonde man and sighed wistfully. "Um . . . When's your next appointment?" ahe asked.

Clechu looked at his wrist-chronometer. "Half an hour."

"Nope, that's not enough time," she said, shaking her head. "I guess we can't get married then."

Darillian looked mighty pleased at that.

Clechu moved over to Mish and knelt on one knee. "After my next appointment, will you marry me?" he asked.

Mish looked like she was halfway between giggling and screaming. Her mind wrestled with this for a few moments, and finally reached a happy conclusion.

She fainted.

Clechu knelt down beside her. "No! You can't die! I love you! I'll always love you!"

Darillian knelt down on her other side. "No! It's always been me, you know that! You can't go off with this moron!"

Mish was oblivious to their bickering, but Kat smiled widely. Ton shook his head. Why hadn't he seen it?

"She loves me!" Tycho protested, looking ready for a fight. "At least, she will. When she sees how much I love her!"

"No! She loves me!" Darillian cried. "And I'll duel you to prove it!"

Ton glanced at Mish and wondered if he should use his superior doctoring skills to wake her up. He decided maybe it would be best if she didn't see the stupidity that was being displayed.

Clechu weighed up the competition. The slightly-lanky-looking obviously-dyed-blonde-haired man didn't stand a chance against his toned, muscular, properly blonde-haired blue-eyed figure. He rolled up his sleeves and stepped around Mish. "Please, let's do this in my office," he said, and entered the office.

Ton shrugged, and entered the office. He wasn't going to miss Darillian getting beaten up. Kat entered the office too. She didn't have any real interest in seeing the two guys pound on each other, but lately she'd realised that she was happiest where Ton was. Or something similar but less sappy. None of them paid any attention to Mish, who was still passed out cold.

"Well, put 'em up!" Tycho ordered to Darillian, once they were 'safely' in his office. He hoped his computer table didn't get knocked over, or the awards on his mantlepiece.

Darillian hurled himself at Clechu with staggering force. Perhaps too much force. Definitely way more than was strictly necessary. Ton wondered if he'd done this before, because he thought he heard Darillian's shoulder breaking as it impacted with Tycho's side. Still, Tycho fell, that was a plus for Zurel. Hah, Zurel! Phanan thought, still unable to get over the hilarity of Darillian's first name.

"So," he whispered to Kat. "Who do you want to win?"

Kat shrugged. "Well, I hardly know this Clechu dude. But then, Darillian can be an arse sometimes. So… I dunno, who do you want to win?"

"They both hate me," Ton told her. "And they both have funny names. What sounds better, Mish Darillian or Mish Clechu?"

"I dunno..." Kat mulled it over. Suddenly, Darillian flew across the room and landed in her stomach with an OOOOOF!!!!!

She narrowed her eyelids. "Okay, that does it. I've had enough! Either you two guys resolve this like humans, not Gamorreans, or else I start kicking some arse. Understood?"

Darillian looked up at her, a large black bruise forming over one of his eyes. Tycho looked up with a bloody fist and a ripped shirt. They looked at each other, then back at Kat.

"Sure," Tycho said.

"Uh, okay," Darillian said, adding under his breath, "But I would have kicked his arse."

"I don't care who would have kicked whose arse. But you two are going to shake hands and then discuss this like mature adults." Kat crossed her arms across her chest.

Ton whistled. He'd never seen the forceful side of Kat before. He liked it.

Mish groaned and picked herself up from the floor of the waiting room for Dr. Doran's office. "Aw, man," she announced, rubbing the back of her head. "Where's a doctor when you need one?"

She heard Kat's angry voice from inside the office door, and opened this. "What the sith is going on?" she asked, leaning heavily on the doorframe. As well as being hit on the head rather hard when she fainted, she was a hypochondriac by nature.

Tycho and Darillian, who were somewhat sheepishly shaking hands, looked up and saw her in the doorway. "You're awake!" they exclaimed in unison.

She rubbed at her head. "Yeah. What did I miss?"

Kat let her arms fall to her sides. "You missed these two beating each other up to win your love, or some such nonsense. But now that you're awake, will you please just choose so we can get going with the main plot? We've wasted too much time on sub-plots as it is."

"They both fancy me?" Mish asked, eyes wide in disbelief. She felt herself falling backwards again, but grabbed ahold of the doorframe before she could fall down and knock herself out again.

"Uh, yeah. Isn't that why you fainted in the first place?" Kat was confused.

"Uh..." Mish thought back, "No, that was a reaction to someone proposing to me. And I don't want to marry you, Tych, sorry."

Tycho looked crestfallen, then he realised the woman of his dreams had just shortened his name, and looked dreamy again.

"Mish, will yo-" Darillian began.

Kat shot him a dirty look. She didn't want Mish fainting again.

"Oh, for cryin' out loud!" Mish exclaimed in a very O'Snaill fashion, "let's get on with the plot. Tych, where's Cimex?"

"I hate Cimex," Tycho muttered.

"Yeah, yeah. We don't care. Where is she?" Kat asked, going along with Mish.

"She's, uh, out in the jungle, studying Glass Prowlers. Hey, did you hear about this insect epidemic?"

Phanan coughed a little, telling himself that he was clearing his throat, not trying not to cry.

"Yeah, we heard," Kat replied, glancing concernedly at Ton. "How can we get to her?"

"Well," Tycho responded somewhat sarcastically, "You go out into the jungle..."

"Fralling spacemonkeys, man, will you just get us there?" Mish almost exploded into her patented Shira-Rage. She'd had just about enough of this madness, and she had a headache.

"Uh, sure. But there's only room for four in my speeder."

Everyone looked around the room at each other. Who would stay behind?"