The watch just stood and blinked. Vimes began to shake, his anger was getting the better of him, "better have a seat this could get nasty," he thought to himself. The seat had until only a few seconds ago had been vacant, now it held a stranger.
"Who are you? boomed Vimes, the watch watched.
"Umm, new constipal conifnee..." his voice trailed off at the glare shot by Vimes. The watch blinked, shuffled their collective feet, and coughed in unison trying not to look conspicuous.

*****

The Librarian stopped poking the book and waddled back to his desk and hid underneath it quietly ooking to himself.

*****

Vimes counted to ten ... and still did not feel better.
"You... whoever you are go with Captain Carrot now and see me in my office later. The rest of you..." They were gone before he could finish his sentence. Vimes sat down and thought.
Corporal Nobbs and Sergeant Colon had stopped in one of their regulars whilst on their rounds. For this case some serious brain beer was needed. Three shifty geezers walked in and sat down in a corner they started whispering very suspiciously to each other. Nobby and Colon ignored it, there was always someone whispering suspiciously about something in Ankh-Morpork. They carried on with their conversation.
"So what if she's gone, she probably heard the call of nature or got fed up with Carrot or something." Said Colon.
"Yeah, now old Vimes reckons there's something suspicious going on." Replied Nobby.
"S'pose we'd better show willing and go do some investigating." Said Colon reluctantly.
"One for the road?" Asked Nobby.
"Of course, gotta have one for the road." Replied Colon.

*****

"What do you mean - he won't come out?" Asked Ridcully "Make him - the library won't run itself you know!"
"I remember the last person that tried to get the Librarian to do something that he didn't want to do." Whispered the Bursar under his breath.
"Did they ever find his other arm?" asked the Chair quietly.
"No." replied the Bursar.
"What are you two whispering about?" shouted Ridcully.
"Nothing. The Librarian says that something bad is about to happen" said the Bursar quickly, amazingly part of the same timeline as the rest of them.
"And how does he know that?" demanded Ridcully, he had never quite got used to having an Orang-utan for a librarian.
"He say's it's gone quiet sir" said the Bursar.
"Gone quiet? What's gone quiet?" Shouted Ridcully, he was beginning to lose his patience.
"The book sir" added the Chair.
"Book? What book?" Ridcully's patience was all but gone.
"The Book of The Strange Occult" said the Bursar.
"Oh." exclaimed Ridcully.

*****

Carrot slammed the door of his room shut, he'd had enough for the day. Everything was happening so quickly, one minute he and Angua were getting on well, and the next; she'd gone. He could feel the anger, frustration, and incomprehension boiling furiously up inside him, but he didn't know how to handle it; he could honestly say that he'd never felt like this before, and everyone knew how honest Carrot was. Cheery Littlebottom was on duty in the Watchouse and had heard Carrot come in, she knocked on his door.
"Carrot? Are you alright? I thought you might want to talk to someone?"
"Bugger off."
"...erm... Carrot?!"
"SOD OFF!!"
Cheery made her way quickly to the library at the University to find Vimes. Some of the senior wizards were arguing and looking around, she spotted Vimes staring into space.
"Sir?"
"-"
"Commander Vimes?!"
"Eh... oh, Cheery... Whatever's the matter?!"
"Erm...I think there's something seriously wrong with Carrot sir."
"Of course there is, the poor chap's just lost his girlfriend."
"No sir... he umm, swore at me..."
"WHAT?! Carrot never swears!"
"Exactly, sir."
"Very good Cheery, I'll be along shortly."
"Yes sir."
As Cheery departed, Vimes turned back to the wizards; that is to say, to Ridcully. He was standing apart from the huddle of repressed disagreement that was the rest of the faculty.
"So Archchancellor, why exactly was I called in? I thought the University didn't believe in the watch, certainly they don't seem to be very pleased to see us.”
"Well to be frank Vimes, they aren't, especially the Dean. I think he's a little fed up with you arresting him for being drunk and disorderly." Vimes started to speak but was over-ridden. "Now... now... yes, I know he usually is, and I thank you for your patience but it makes him a little resentful is all."
"I appreciate that sir." said Vimes.
"I'm glad. Anyway, I thought that you'd better be aware that we're having problems with our Librarian and that you might be able to suggest a civic solution where a magical one has failed."
"How do you mean sir?"