Disclaimer - Um, just refer to previous chapters. Wow, almost 20 reviews! Thanks everyone - even the .er, constructive criticisms - sorry, I'll try to do better . "You've got to do better Gilbert." Oh, and I'll try not to write-lots-of-words-with-dashes too! Well - maybe a few . . . *laughs evilly!

By the time Sam poked his head in the bedroom door, Joon appeared to be asleep. 'Aww, my sweet Joon. You look so beautiful, just lying be careful not to wake her!' Sam thought as he gazed at her with quiet admiration. Sam quickly crept to the wardrobe to change into his pajamas, and slipped quietly into bed. Just as Sam was drifting off to sleep . . .

"Ouch!" Sam cried out softly, rubbing his head. Joon's arm remained motionless on top of Sam's head. 'Hmmm, I wonder what that girl's dreaming about' Sam pondered thoughtfully. Sam carefully placed Joon's arm back by her side. He then gently laid his head back on the soft, inviting pillow. About 20mins later, Joon once again whacked Sam over the head. "Ow! This is getting to be just like in Buster Keaton's "My Wife's Relations" - when he keeps whacking his wife in the next bed. Maybe THAT'S what she's dreaming about. Sam decided better not chance it and decided to sleep on the couch.
Joon slipped a quick peak at Sam as he sleepily trudged towards the couch. 'Hmmm, serves him right!' Joon thought with a triumphant grin. 'I'm gonna get to the bottom of this tomorrow!' . . .

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Sam attempted to stifle a yawn as he stretched. He spun his legs down from the upper region of the couch and shuffled downstairs. Joon looked up at him as she was making a "special" breakfast smoothie for Sam - milk, raw eggs, sardines, hot sauce, and strawberry yogurt (for flavour). She smiled pleasantly at Sam, handing him the stinky concoction. Sam gulped uneasily at the sight of the freakish beverage. "Um, hi Joon, what's in today's breakfast?" Sam inquired - slightly afraid of the answer. "Oh, it's a surprise!" Joon replied mischievously. Sam braced himself as he attempted to swallow the "special" smoothie down. 'OH MY GOD! I think I'm gonna be sick - again!' Sam winced but put on a brave, happy face.
"Mmmn" Sam managed to murmur, nodding his head wildly as if it were the greatest drink on earth. Joon beamed back and replied "Oh, well you better drink up Sam, or you'll be late for work". Sam glanced up at the clock. Ah ha! An escape!

Placing the glass on a coaster, Sam quickly spun around towards the bedroom. "Well? Drink up!" Sam stopped dead in his tracks, and spun back
to face Joon. "Uh, I'll finish drinking it . . . uh, as soon as I get dressed!" Sam threw Joon a quick smile before dashing out of the room as quick as
possible. While Sam was in the shower whistling "The Charleston" he began to seriously ponder over Joon's peculiar behavior this morning. Also
wondering 'did I taste strawberry flavored fish in that drink?!' All of a sudden -
"Oooh! Cold-cold-cold!!" It was as if the shower had turned to ice! Sam leapt out of the shower and into Joon's fuzzy pink angora bathrobe.
Ahhh! - Soft cozy warmness!

Meanwhile, Joon finally relented and turned off the hot water tap in the kitchen. 'I wonder whether he has to work any "extra shifts" today' Joon wondered sarcastically. 'Bet he's planning to see his precious Ruthy. Why does she need Sam anyway? She's got Benny. Sam's mine!' Joon started murmuring softly to herself.
As Sam came in to view, Joon stopped immediately. "Uh, I said I'd do another extra shift today, so I'll see you later, OK?" Sam informed her. Joon simply looked up at Sam and quirked an eyebrow. Deciding to change the subject - "Have a nice shower?" Joon asked innocently. Sam looked back at her and nodded weakly. Worried he might spark off anything else, Sam placed his hat on his head and dashed out the door.

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At lunch time, Joon once again decided to make her way down town. As Joon strolled down the street, she noticed strange looks from the people around her. 'What?! Haven't they ever seen a girl in a trench coat - and a fake mustache before? Everyone knows, if you're going to investigate
someone, you should wear a disguise!' Joon shook her head in sad disbelief. God, some people were naïve!

Joon observed Sam's video shop from a safe distance. Right on time, Sam left the shop for his lunch break. Joon continued to trail Sam until they were
in front of Ruthy's diner. 'What a surprise!' Joon thought bitterly. Joon watched in amazement, as Sam went straight past the front door! Joon paused. Where is he going?! Allowing a few seconds to pass, Joon resumed her trailing. She crouched behind a bin. He was going in the back way.

Why is he going that way for? Sam knocked on the door three times, and started to fiddle with his hat nervously. Ruthy met him at the door, both of them anxiously glanced around before she ushered him inside . . .

Ah yes, it's all falling into place . . .

Thanks again to those who took the time to review!

Oh, did you all catch the less-than-subtle Ed Wood reference?