FQ: We're back from commercials. The continuation lives on.

IV: Does this get really good Fawn?

FQ: You have doubt?

IV: No, no I was just saying. (She scratches her head and starts to stutter) that, that; It was just a question! (She yells)

FQ: Ivy, have you lost it? I know it was. I just asked did you have doubt.

Ivory: Sorry, I thought that was a trick question.

FQ: I bet you did. I signaled for Jerry to throw us a water bottle. Here Ivy.

Ivory: I didn't ask for water.

FQ: You need it. Trust me.

IV: Let's get on to the show. You waist too much time.

FQ: Ivy my show. Quote, unquote "You're my assistant. You assist me." All my Home Improvement fans know what I'm talking about. Okay, okay. Ivy's getting moody over here. Back to the show.

Dana was back at her hotel, talking to Lu. She was snacking on a Cheeseburger.

"It's really good to see you guys. Things have really changed."

"Yeah, I know. When Andy came we didn't get off on a great start. But then... She became cool. If you didn't leave, we would've never got to meet her." Then quickly she said, "Not that it was good that you left, ya know. I was just saying." There was a short pause on the phone. Dana finally spoke.

"Yeah, well I was glad for my children."

"How are they? 'Fraid I didn't ask."

"Anna's starting third grade and Joey's walking, talking and bad as ever. Mom and Dad have their hands full with those two. But they're good kids."

"Yeah, you should meet Andy's kids. She has two girls. Adorable. Jessie and Lezzy. Those two are funny together. I even got a chance to baby-sit them." She laughed. "So, what do you think of Andy? Do you approve?"

"Approve," She choked on her cheeseburger and quickly rinsed it down with her orange soda. "Approve." She repeated. "I'll be honest I'm kind of jealous. She's taking my close friends. And for god's sake dating Dr. Morton! That just shocked me. Here what? No longer than two years, divorced and dating her co-worker. Not much impressed if you ask me." Lu's face changed.

"Her husband hit her Dana. She didn't want to divorce him. When she was about to forgive him, he gave himself away that he lied about going to counseling. Once a man hits his wife there's no sayin' he won't do it again." Dana sensed defensiveness in her tone and ended the call.

"Look, I'll talk to you later. Gotta get my rest." Dana hung up before Lu could say bye. She stood up and walked to the bathroom door in her hotel. There was a mirror on the outside of it. She stared at her-self in the mirror. "You think you can steal my friends. They don't even talk to me like I'm Dana. They talk to me like I'm guest." She dropped her robe. "I'm not guest. This is my first home. And will always be. Andy doesn't know what she's up against." And she turned out the light.

"Andy! Andy!" Lu was running up to her. "Andy," She was out of breath. "I've been looking all over for you."

"Delgado, I've been in my office most of the day." She looked at her confused. "The only time I've been out was to get some coffee and check on two of my patients."

"Really, I must've checked in your office when you were out."

"Ya think." She laughed. "What's up Delgado?"

"I just wanted to remind you of the dinner tonight."

"Dinner?"

"Dana's welcome back dinner at Chandler's." Andy looked confused. "We didn't tell you, I know and you probably have plans, and you want-" Andy interrupted.

"Delgado, who's to say I didn't know any of this,"

"You acted as if you didn't." Andy walked into her office. Sitting right down to her desk she folded her hands on her desk.

"Yes, I do have plans. Milo and I are going out. And we have something planned ahead."

Lu sat down across from Andy. "Where?"

"He didn't tell me, but he said it was a surprise. Somewhere, I'd be comfortable."

"Then you're going, unless Milo changed his mind."

"What!" Andy dropped her pen.

"He's going to the dinner. All of us." She saw the way Andy looked and it did not say 'happy, happy, joy, joy.' "Come on Andy. We made reservations. You don't like her."

She held her hand up. "Wait a minute! I did not say that at all. I'll be there." Just then her intercom turned on. It was Lana.

"Dr. Campbell?" Andy answered. "You have a call on line three."

"Who is it?" She asked.

"She said not to say."

Dana paced around her hotel while waiting on the other line. She looked at her watch. She was putting on her shoes, when the sound of someone on the line was picking up.

"Hello," The sound of Andy's' voice came about.

"Andy, hi this is Dana Stowe."

"Hi, what could I possibly do for the woman that has everyone at Rittenhouse speechless?"

"Yeah, uh, I was wondering if I could meet you later today, before the dinner." Andy wasn't one to make rational decisions, before finding out the reason. "Well, I was hoping to talk to you about something. Not over the phone though."

"Well, sure. Where would you like to meet?"

"Your house? If you don't mind." There was no threat, Andy figured. She agreed. She gave her the directions to her house. "I use to have a patient who stayed that way. Now, I'll come around six. The dinner is at seven. I'll only be there for a minute." Andy hung up the phone. She didn't know what Dana could possibly want.

Milo was in his office when he received a call from Dana. "Milo, hi."

"Dana. I was just thinking of you."

"You were. I just called to say that I'm looking forward to seeing you tonight." She laughed. She had been flirting for the past two days she's been here. Milo was no dummy. He's a Doctor. A rich, smart, and handsome Doctor at that and he knew where to draw the line. He was a faithful man and that's the way he was always going to be to Andy. Unlike his wife, Tuki.

"Listen, Dana I have a lot of work to attend to. I'll see you tonight." And he hung the phone up. Dana stared at the receiver for a second.

"Oh, I'll see you tonight. You just might not see Andy though." She laughed and hung up the phone.

Lana was watching one of her favorite soaps. Peter walked by with his cool black leather jacket on. His hair was sticking up in the air. He'd just finished running an errand for Lana on his motorcycle.

"You get it?" Lana peered over her desk.

"Right here." He pointed to a brown paper bag.

"Wait, till Andy and Milo, and everyone see this." They high five each other.

"This is nice of you to give to Milo and Andy." He pointed to the bag.

"Hey, Lana still owes her three thousand dollars. This might make her chip it down a little if you know what I mean."

"Lana, you're something else." He shook his head. "You're something else."

Andy checked on Mrs. Hilton again later that day. "You seem to be healing fast." Andy said as she filled out her patient's progress files. "You gave me quite a scare. Falling down the stairs. That's no joke." Closer look at Mrs. Hilton. She was not tall, but not short. Her hair was cut short and it she was blonde. Her nose extended to Texas. She wasn't a very appealing woman. Not much of a figure.

"Dr. Campbell, I have to say I feel so stupid. All this for a man."

"What? You were pushed?" She stopped writing.

"No. My husband or my husband, who doesn't like or live with me, came by early that morning. He came to argue about the divorce papers. I wouldn't sign them. He married me, mistake or no mistake I'm his wife. I wouldn't give him the benefit of the doubt. He met somebody and he wants to get married to her. But he can't as long as I'm his wife and she refuses to if he's still married…to me." She pointed to her-self.

"Mrs. Hilton, how were you pushed down the stairs?"

"He came in that morning. Rushed up my stairs where I was getting dressed. He busted through my door Dr. Campbell! He threw the papers on the bed. Said, "If I didn't sign them he was going to do something, he'd probably regret later." So, being shocked, scared, and angry my-self, I jumped in his face and told him this was the face he was to be waking up to. This is the body he was supposed to be making love to. He shoved me down on the bed and left out." She swallowed. "I ran after him and as he was going down the stairs, I grabbed hold of his coat and he pulled away from me and I lost my balance and fell down the stairs." Tears sprang to her eyes.

"Was he hurt?" Andy didn't take her eyes off her for a second.

"No, he wasn't. Matter of fact, when he came all the way down the stairs, he stopped and stood over me and said, "That's not what I regret. You'll see later." And he left. No sympathy, no helping me up. I want to sign the papers, but not for him to marry some super model. The gorgeous thing is on every make-up magazine in the world. You might have heard of her. Kasha. Some Cambodian woman. Twenty-eight. What could she want with a thirty-nine year old man? His money of course."

"Mrs. Hilton I don't want you take this the wrong way, but why can't you just let him be? Let him marry Kasha. I wouldn't want someone who doesn't appreciate me."

"I'm taking it the wrong way. Look, I want to be left alone. I'll solve my own problems. You can take your opinions elsewhere. I take enough crap off Greg. Please leave." She buried her head in her hands. The pain in her neck throbbed, but the pain in her heart hurt a lot worse and it over threw the pain physical pain. Andy left with a melancholy smile, clutching her clipboard to her chest.

FQ: I can't wait for chapter 3.

IV: I can't wait to see what Lana and Peter got in the bag. (She turns to me.) What's in the bag?

FQ: I can't tell you that.

IV: Why not? I'm your co-host. We're supposed to be one. I know what you know and you know what you know.

FQ: Because I honestly don't know my-self. I have to think of something. I catch on Hey, wait a minute. You think I'm an idiot. I squint my eyes at her (She laughs)

IV: No, I don't. You said that, I didn't.

FQ: More or less, you meant it.

IV: Love you.

FQ: Sure you don't. People we cut to a short break. Tune into the next chapter. But don't cut the television off just yet, without calling the number on your screen to let us know what you thought of Ivy He, He, He I mean the show of course. If you would like to talk about her I wouldn't mind. (She hits me on the shoulder.) Ivy one word: Garney.