Angua was finally back after a long, long, long holiday in Ankh-Morpork, and she wasn't exactly thrilled about it.

Of course, that had more to do with the impressive mountain of paperwork that had piled up on her desk in her absence than anything else, though the noteable increase of vampire stench to the place was a contributing factor as well.

"Honestly," she informed Ralph, "I seriously doubt this much happened while I was gone."

Still, she settled in to start putting a dent in the mountain, though it was more like taking a cup of water out of the ocean, and she stumbled across the real reason for all the paperwork.

"Ralph, is this a novel? You know, if you wanted me to read it, you could have just asked, right?"

But for now, she was just going to set it aside for later. She figured she'd be needing a good laugh in about an hour or two.

[[ open station is open! She lives! ]]