Dylan yawned and stretched out in her bed then froze when she saw a shadowed figure looming in her doorway. She leapt from her bed and quickly assumed a fighting posture, ready to teach the intruder a lesson. Rather than approaching her right away, the figure reached out and flicked her light switch, revealing Anthony dressed in his usual suit. Her mouth gaped very slightly in surprise as he approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She couldn't help but smile at him and oddly enough, he seemed to be happy to see her as well, even though his face didn't exactly read as a smile. He leaned forward slightly and she mimicked the movement, closing the distance between them. Just as their lips were about to meet, he stopped. Curiosity welled up within her and she looked at him questioningly. Then, out of nowhere, he licked her nose and began barking… like a puppy.

"What the hell?!" Dylan exclaimed as she tried to push him away. His barking only got louder and she finally woke up from her dream and was now face to face with Natalie and Pete's puppy, Spike. She raised a brow and picked up the puppy by the scruff then placed him on the floor.

"Thanks for ruining my dream, you little butthead," Dylan said to the puppy before straightening out the tank top and boxers she slept in then walking out to her living room and seeing Natalie grinning widely, twirling the spare key around her finger.

"Isn't he the cutest thing?!" Natalie gushed as Spike ran out of Dylan's bedroom and around her feet. Dylan rolled her eyes slightly and laughed a bit.

"Yes, he's cute alright. That doesn't mean he should be allowed to ruin my dreams," Dylan said with a false pout. Natalie gave her an apologetic look that soon turned into a curious one.

"What were you dreaming about?" Natalie asked as she bent down and picked up Spike then sat down on the couch. Dylan opened her mouth to reply, but dreams about Anthony, or the Thin Man as the other angels knew him by, weren't exactly discussable with friends.

"I can't really remember," Dylan said with a sheepish grin. Natalie raised a brow at her friend and grinned widely.

"A dream about some dreamy bad guy, I assume," Natalie said before she tossed the spare key at Dylan who quickly caught it. Dylan couldn't help but be amused by her friend's theory. It wasn't too far off the mark though.

"You know me so well, Nat," Dylan said as she sat down and scratched gently behind Spike's ears. Natalie giggled then picked up Spike and began heading towards the door.

"Well, I've got to show Spike to Alex too. Want to come with?" Natalie asked over her shoulder, pausing in front of the door. Dylan smiled, but shook her head.

"I would, but I think I'd rather take a shower and do something with my hair," Dylan said as she got up and ran her fingers through her messy hair as if to further illustrate her point. Natalie nodded once and opened the door.

"Fine by me, catch you later Dylan!" Natalie called as she closed the door. Dylan yawned then headed towards her bathroom. After she took a shower, she sprayed her body with her Mango Mandarin Body Mist. Ever since she'd gotten it along with her lotion, shower gel, shampoo and conditioner of the same scent for her birthday, she'd grown quite fond of the fragrance. As she did her hair, her thoughts flicked back to her dream.

Why was I dreaming about Anthony? She questioned to herself. As if to answer her thought, she recalled the kiss the two of them had shared on the roof of the Los Angeles Theater. It didn't last long, but she knew that it had meaning to it.

"Does he… have feelings for me?" Dylan asked out loud. Part of her couldn't help by be excited by this possibility. Though her friends teased her about it, she did have some sort of weak spot for bad guys. Then again… Anthony wasn't entirely bad though. He'd assisted them and was apparently the sole benefactor of the orphanage she and the other angels had visited as well. Add that into the equation and she was definitely intrigued by him to say the least. Plus, he'd tried to speak to her. She had to be important for him to even bother with something he probably hadn't done his entire life. Once her hair was done, she dressed in a low cut red top, some black jeans and her favorite boots that she had "borrowed" from Alex. She then walked back into her bedroom and opened the drawer, taking out Anthony's necklace.

I need to find him. Dylan thought determinedly to herself as she tucked it into her purse then went out of her door and began walking down the street.