AN/ Thankyou so much for the reviews, it means a lot to me that you guys appreciate my story. I want to let you know that in a few chapters, this story might take a turn that some of you will not like, or will find too personal or emotional. If this is true, then in my defence 1. It is my story, and my freedom to write what I want, although I will try very hard not to offend anyone, and 2. This thing will be happening to keep this story from being shallow fluff, which I would hate. So, thankyou again for the reviews, please continue to leave them, I will take any writing advice I can get. :)

'Woah, look at the view' murmured Brian. 'It's amazing'

No, you're amazing thought Tibby. Anyone else would have complained, or bitched about that fact that Tibby's new room was a hundred times better than Brian's. But Brian was just happy for her, and pleased that she was happy. It made Tibby feel guilty for accepting the room for herself. Well who said she had to have it all to herself.

'Yeah, we're going to be so much more comfortable up here.' She said, grinning.

'We?' questioned Brian.

'Yeah, of course you're staying up here with me, it wouldn't be fair for my to have all this luxury all to myself' Said Tibby, holding out her arms and spinning around.

Brian shrugged 'I don't want to intrude on your privacy'

Tibby laughed 'Well we were going to have to share before and you handled it, there's no difference now. Go on, get your stuff' she said, gently pushing him towards the door.

'Bossy' said Brian, with a smile on his face as he walked out.

Twenty minutes later, after Brian's things had been brought up, and every cupboard had been searched for goodies, and every television channel examined, Tibby and Brian were bored.

'We could order room service' suggested Tibby

'Just because we have the fancy room doesn't mean we can afford the fancy treatment' sighed Brian.

'We could see a movie at the cinema' he ventured.

Tibby shock her head 'We can see those commercial movies any old time at home.'

'We could check out the statue of Liberty…' she tried

'Yeah, us and a million other mindless tourists, no thanks' replied Brian, who despised following the crowd.

'I know' Tibby cried 'We'll find a video arcade and I'll watch you beat the local champ, you could be video game king of New York'

Brian grinned at Tibby, he was proud of the person she had evolved into since the day they first met. He nodded, 'Sounds good to me'

They arrived at 'Lucky Stars Video Arcade' just before dark, and while Brian set himself up on one of the games, ready to beat the existing high score, Tibby sat by the large front window and watched the people walk by.

It had become a favourite past time of hers since Bailey had died, to observe strangers and wonder about their lives. Were they happy? Inlove? Had they ever lost someone close to them, or were they the ones dying? Maybe a man was rushing to the hospital to reach his wife before she gave birth to their first child, or perhaps the young girl with the technicolour mohawk was late for work at the tattoo parlour. Tibby knew she would never be bored, as long as she had people to watch.

She glanced through the side window into the adjoining 'Lucky Star Restaurant' it was the tackiest eatery Tibby had ever laid eyes on. Certainly a far cry from the 'trendy' side of New York City. The walls were covered in pictures of dead movie stars, each booth was themed with memorabilia of one of the stars, and whoever had designed the place wasn't afraid of many clashing bright colours. Tibby cringed just looking at it.

She glanced away for a minute to watch Brian, who was doing his thing, engrossed in the game. He was surrounded by a group of awed arcade goers, who were making bets of how long he would last, with prize tokens. Tibby couldn't help but laugh.

Tibbyturned back to the window to discover than a new customer had just been seated in the 'James Dean' booth, the one closest to the window. She could only see the back of his head, since he was intensely examining the menu as if it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen. Tibby couldn't think of anyone she knew who would be in New York without her knowledge, but the back of his head, those dark curls, were so familiar.

Tibby pushed her face up against the cold window, in an attempt to see the side of the mystery man's face. However at that very moment a young girl walked past his booth, looking at him curiously. The man turned his face towards Tibby's window, in an apparent move to avoid her stares, and any contact. Tibby froze as their eyes met, he smiled at the sight of her face squashed up against the window. She gasped and withdrew her face so fast a sharp pain wrenched through her neck. It was him, the guy she had been attempting not to think of all afternoon, in hopes of discouraging the unrealistic fantasies which would just let her down. It was 'Andy Randal'.