A/N: Please be patient with me. On April 21st I was told I had tendinitis in my pointer finger, thumb and little finger on my right hand. The pain has now spread and is in my left hand, back, neck, knees, ankles. I have now been told my pain could be caused by Fibromyalgia. A lifelong, chronic pain condition that, as well as pain, causes headaches, depression and exhaustion/fatigue. There is no cure and I am working towards managing the pain, but it is difficult, especially as I can't even cook at the moment. But enough about me - let's find out what's going on with Sam and Andy!

Sam woke suddenly, his heart beat thumping fast in his chest. Looking around him, he was sure he had heard something. Calming himself down, he reached for his bedside light. Just as he reached the switch, he heard the noise that had startled him awake. He flipped the light on quietly and rummaged in his bedside drawer for his gun. Usually he would have left it in the living room, but as Katy was staying, he elected to keep it in room out of her reach.

Before he found the cold dark metal in the drawer, he saw his door open slowly.

"Uncle Sam" he heard a whisper "are you awake?"

"Katy?" Sam asked.

"I had a bad dream."

Sam chuckled and climbed out of bed and headed towards Katy.

She raised her arms and he picked her up.

"There were monsters."

Andy and Gail got back to their hotel in time to get ready for dinner.

"Miss Andy, Miss Gail, there are packages for you!" the receptionist called to them.

Andy was confused, then she remembered she and Gail had their jewellery sent to the hotel.

They walked to the desk and Andy was surprised when the receptionist handed her not only the small bag containing her earrings, but a large thin box, a small square box and a bunch of flowers.

Gail took hold of some of the packages and the two girls headed back up to their room. They dropped them onto the bed and Andy looked though them while Gail got in the shower. She looked at the card that came with the flowers. They were from her dad telling her to have a good time.

She pulled the grey ribbon from the slim black box. There was a black envelope resting on red tissue paper. Reading the card inside the envelope, Andy had to slow herself as she tore at the tissue paper. Her hand brushed against something soft and she pulled it out of the box.

"I will kill Gail" She thought as she held up the delicate black dress she had tried on earlier in the day.

"Oh, so you opened it at last?" Gail asked, emerging from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel.

"Why? How? When?" Andy garbled.

"I got it earlier in the boutique. I realised I hadn't got you a birthday gift and you brought me to New York and you looked a-may-zing in it so I thought why not!"

"Thank you, Gail."

"You'll be able to wear it tonight if you hurry up and get in the shower."

Sam had tried to put Katy back down in her own bed, but she tightened her grip around his neck as he tried, so he gave up and allowed her to sleep in his bed.

He thought, as she was awake, she would need to have a story to get back to sleep, but, knowing she was safe from Monsters with Sam, as soon as he put her in the bed, she was asleep.

He climbed in next to her and pulled the covers over them both.

He had hoped that he would get back to sleep quickly, but soon realised that small children wriggle in their sleep. Within five minutes Katy had hit him in the face, kicked his ribs and wriggled down the bed so she was halfway down it, under the covers.

When he woke from his fitful sleep the following morning, Katy had managed to wriggle the entire way down the bed and turned so her head popped out of the other end. Throwing back the covers carefully so he didn't wake her, Sam got out of bed and went to put a pot of coffee on.

Andy and Gail stumbled out of the theatre after the show, partly due to their heels and partly due to their magical refilling Champagne glasses.

"I think we should go see Central Park in the dark" Gail announced.

"Why would we do that? I thought we were going out dancing?"

"I heard a rumour that there was a guy dressed in nothing but a cowboy hat and boxers that wanders around Central Park at night playing the guitar!"

"GAIL! I am not walking around a place neither of us know very well to find a guy wearing nothing but underwear and a hat with a guitar!"

"Why not?"

"Because all the dance clubs are about ten minutes in the opposite direction of central park and we have an earlyish flight tomorrow."

"You are such a buzz kill"

"I won't be a buzz kill when we make our flight on time."

"I'd rather go find this guy than go to a dance club. Please?"

"Did you just say please?"

"I did."

"And you'd seriously rather go find this guy than go dancing and drinking?"

"I do!"

"In those shoes?" Andy asked, eyeing up Gail's 4-inch heels.

"We'll get a cab." Gail pleaded, giving Andy the puppy dog eyes.