They walked toward the door as a group; Drew stopped when he saw Chesterfield
          "There’s something that’s been bugging me this whole time," Drew announced and led them over to where Chesterfield was miserably packing his things.
          "Who are you man?" Drew asked.
          "I told you, I’m Chesterfield Snapdragon McFistacuffs," Chesterfield grumbled and handed Drew a business card.
          "Chesterfield Snapdragon McFistacuffs - Other world Rent-a-Host and professional choreographer," Drew read.
          "Who hired you?" Kate asked.
          "I don’t know…I just got a memo on Monday about this gig…Do you know how hard it is to be…such a professional and how are your abilities put to use…being host to 12 ghosts and five people who are freakier than the freaks."
          The silence was broken by the tingle of a bell. Drew had grabbed Chesterfield’s bell.
          "Change," Drew grinned.
          Chesterfield looked horrified. "42 pygmies and 7 drunken elves."
          Drew rang the bell again.
          "312 bottles of malt whisky and 2 gerbils."
          Drew rang the bell again "12 half-tanked comedians and 5 incredibly talented sitcom actors."
          Drew chuckled and put the bell down. "C’mon lets get out of here."
          "Don’t suppose I could get a lift could I?" Chesterfield asked as they walked off.
          Drew, Kate, Oswald and Lewis looked at each other and giggled.
          The trip back to Drew’s was fairly subdued, apart from Chesterfield’s pleas to be allowed to sit in the front and not locked in the back with Mr Wick, who was trying to convince Chesterfield to do various things with vegetables.

          The bit that goes over the credits…
          At work on Monday, Lewis was mopping the floor after a rather nasty incident involving several lab monkeys and their access to the emergency sprinkler system.
          "Lewis," a voice chirped and Lewis looked up to see his boss. "We have a new janitorial member of the Drug Co family and I’d like you to show him the ropes," he perked and then marched off down the corridor.
          Lewis looked at the new janitorial member and felt the blood drain away from his face.
          "You," he gasped.
          "I’ve never met you…I’m Colin," replied the man, who Lewis could only see as the Canadian.
          "No…leave me alone…can’t you see I don’t want to be your friend?" Lewis babbled and darted into the nearest room and locked the door.
          Colin looked both saddened and confused by Lewis’s reaction and looked despairingly around the corridor as Lewis looked panic stricken through the window in the door.