Nyx was slightly tacken aback by the girl who was questioning her. All she wanted to know was where the *hell* she was, and here this black-haired... girl... was interrogating her!

"Hmph..." Nyx responded. "Anyone can wear a trenchcoat. Besides, mine is much better than yours. Who are you anyway?"

Celly huffed at the newcomer's response. Then stared at her curiously as she percieved a slight ice blue aura around her. "Kuso... another one?!?" she mumbled to herself. "I've got a tour to catch!" Turning to Nyx she responded, "I'm Tsukino Celeste. I own the Otaku no Mori. You're obviously new to Konan."

"Konan?"

"Yeah. That's what this country is called. Look here, I'm on a schedule." Celly reached into her HammerSpace and heaved out a grandfather clock, checking the time. "Shimatta... I have to go. Look, I'm really stressed right now. I'm not up to fighting anybody. So tell one of the waitresses that you 'Can't see the bishounen because of the trees.' She'll give you a room and meals. It's on me. We can have a nice little get together and whup each others' butts when I get back. Ja ne."

Celly breezed out of the Mori leaving one even more confused Nyx behind.

"Huh?" was all Nyx could think to say.

But Celly was already on her way back to London. It would be tight, but she would make it back in time. Bob would make sure the bus didn't leave without her. A tour of the stars' homes? Sounded nice... but didn't most famous people live in Hollywood?

TBC...