"I had some nightmares, clawing at my skin and bones. I nearly did explode. You smoked the demons, gave me back my feelings, now I am good to go." This Is For Real by Motion City Soundtrack.

It was now 3 in the morning. Jake had been in bed for 2 1/2 hours, he couldn't get the movie out of his head. Just the images replayed in his head over and over. Jake couldn't take it anymore. He stood to his feet and pulled on a T-Shirt he walked out of his room, and moved down to the kitchen. Some milk would calm his nerves. As he came in through the door frame he was surprised to see the light already on. Angie was sitting in the kitchen chair, her face was flat against the table her arms guarded around her head. She was fast asleep. Jake folded his arms, he knew that he had seen Angie go to bed around midnight. Maybe the movie had bothered her too, but either way she couldn't sleep down here. He lightly tapped her shoulder and like before she didn't startle, she just slowly lifted her head and groaned.

"Hey sleepy. What are you doing down here?" Jake asked as he moved his hand in a circular motion on her back.

"I just had a nightmare and I couldn't get back to sleep. So I came down here." Angie rubbed her eyes.

"From the movie?" Jake had to ask.

"No... it's a reoccuring nightmare." Angie rubbed the back of her neck. Just then Jake noticed how flushed she looked.

"Are you embarrassed?" Jake asked.

"It's nothing to worry about." Angie said, "Don't tell my dad."

"Why? You haven't told him?" Jake said with genuine confusion.

"No, I haven't told him. There's no need to get us both worried." Angie said as she stood up out of the chair and got a can of milk before Jake could. He couldn't help himself.

"What's it about?" Jake asked.

"Dude, why are you up?" Angie asked as she leaned back against the counter, she pulled back when she placed her hand in something wet.

"I'm just having some trouble sleeping." Jake stated simply, hoping she wouldn't guess. But she did.

"The movie freaked you out huh?" Angie raised an eyebrow.

"Don't tell Chance, he makes fun of me enough." Jake smiled.

"I won't." Angie giggled then she added, "It's just a movie, nothing to be afraid of."

"Well you just had a bad dream, not much to be afraid of either." Jake countered.

"Who said I'm afraid of my nightmare?"

"If you're not afraid then why are you still awake?"

"I can't fall back asleep once I wake up, what's your excuse?"

"I don't have one."

"Then I win."

"What excactly do you win?" Jake asked.

"I honestly do not know." Angie grinned, she kissed his cheek as she walked out, "Night uncle Jake. Don't let the ghostys keep you up." Jake half smiled. Why did that girl always put up a tough front? She's worse than Chance, Jake decided. He took the can of milk and headed back to his room. His nerves had been calmed some what.

Angie had woken up early for her internal clock, it was 7:30. She usually slept in until at least 10:00, but this place was too bright, the curtains weren't thick enough. She also had woken up at least 3 times during the middle of the night it was like her body didn't want her to adjust to the foreign bed. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, she swung her feet over and walked into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and managed to shove her wild hair into a ponytail. She headed for the kitchen next, her bare feet were cold against the hard floors. Chance was already awake, he was sitting at the head of the table eating left overs reading a newspaper. Jake must have slept in, the poor cat.

"Morning Chance." Angie smiled and sat down in one seat.

"Morning, how was your first night?" Chance asked.

"Great, I slept like a rock." Angie lied.

"That's good, there are some left overs from last night, there's not much food beside that though, we'll go to the store later." Chance said apologetically.

"If you and Jake need to work, I'll run to the store." Angie offered. Chance shrugged.

"Jake might want to go. I'll ask when he wakes up." Chance said. Angie nodded in agreement. She looked over to the picture frame that had caught her eye before, the broken one of Chance and Jake eagerly smiling on their first day of the Enforcers. She rubbed away some grime.

"I never pictured you two for the nostalgic type." Angie said. Chance grinned.

"I'm not. I'm the reason the frame is broken, the day after we were fired, I threw it across the room. Jake always tells me what a temper I have." Chance said.

"That sounds more like the Chance Furlong I've come to know." Angie smirked.

"Yeah that's me... you know what? Who needs Jake? Let's go get some groceries, we'll probably be back before he wakes up anyway." Chance said as he stood up, he grabbed the keys off the counter.

"Okay." Angie agreed, she went to go find her shoes.

"How about salmon tonight?" Angie asked. Chance looked at her as if she was speaking another language.

"Can you stay forever?" Chance said in amazement. Angie laughed a little.

"Sorry, my dad's just as clueless as you guys behind a stove, and he gave me life, so I guess that gives him first dibs." Angie smirked.

"Too bad. I could get used to being cooked for." Chance sighed, he looked over from the tuna and saw Callie Briggs. Wow, was the only the thought that could come to Chance's mind. She was comparing the prices of milk. Chance oggled her, she looked so beautiful even while doing such a simple task.

"Do you think a tuna sandwich will be good for lunch?" Angie asked as she picked up a couple of cans and added them to the cart, when she got no answer she looked back up, "Chance?" Angie called, she could see Chance with a huge dopey smile plastered on his face. He looked as if he was in some type of trance, then Angie say the mayor's assistant was the probable cause of this gaze. Angie grinned.

"Oh la la, Chance thinks about she-cats." Angie teased. Chance snapped out of it, he looked over at Angie's annoying face, he sighed.

"Not about that one." Chance said gloomily, he knew as a SWAT KAT he may have a shot with Callie, but as an ex Enforcer junk yard loser, she was way out of his league. Angie frowned and crossed her arms.

"Chance Furlong, you could get any girl you want." Angie said sensing his self doubt, Chance faked a smile and nodded, he went back to picking out his favorite brand of tuna. Angie scoffed. "Watch and learn dude."

Angie walked down so she was a few feet away from Callie, she picked out a giant 24 pack case of canned milk, and struggled to pick it up. Chance looked at her dumbfounded, what was she doing? Her arms almost folded under the weight, Callie looked over at her in concern. Chance understood. He quickly leapt forward and helped Angie balance herself. He lifted the giant case out of her arms and placed it into the cart.

"Thanks mister." Angie thanked loudly and wheeled the cart down the aisle. Callie smiled at Chance, he returned it as he moved next to her pretending to browse through the milk as well. Callie broke the ice.

"That was nice of you, you know to help that girl. I guess chivalry isn't completely dead." Callie said.

"Oh, well don't fool yourself, it pretty much is. I was just raised old fashioned." Chance explained.

"Have I met you before? Your voice is awfully familiar." Callie noted. Chance gulped nervously.

"I don't think so, my name's Chance Furlong." Chance held out his hand, Callie shook it.

"Oh yeah, I know you, you used to be on the Enforcers. I'm..." Callie started to introduce herself.

"Callie Briggs." Chance finished for her. She smiled.

"Am I that famous?" Callie said amused. Chance grinned.

"The mayors assistant is pretty well known." Chance said.

"I guess so, well I'll see you around Chance." Callie waved, as she put the milk carton in her basket.

"You definately will, Miss. Briggs." Chance stated. Callie walked off, and a happy warm feeling filled him. Callie Briggs, had taken time out of her day to stop and chat with Chance, not T-Bone, Chance. King of the junk yard. Angie wheeled the cart back into sight. She took the 24 pack of milk out of the cart with one hand and put it back on the shelf, "Man, Angie. I owe you one."

"You want to make it up to me? Get Jake a girl." Angie said as she moved the cart through another aisle, picking up a small box of popcorn as she did. Chance was sort of surprised by her request.

"Why?" Chance asked confused.

"Dude, I can not remember the last time he brought a girl home to meet the family. My dad's starting to think he'll never settle down. Besides, he needs a she-cat in his life who isn't his niece." Angie explained.

"He's still young," Chance stated.

"That's true, I mean my parents both got married at 17, and their marriage had a disaster ending. But still your lovely home could definately use a feminine touch." Angie smiled.

"Ohhhh, Angie thinks about girl stuff?" Chance teased her, getting her back from her previous remark. Angie laughed.

"Did you get Callie's number?" Angie smiled as they entered the checkout lane.

"I already have it." Chance smiled, well at least T-Bone has it.

Jake woke up, there was a familiar scent in the air. Bacon, he recognized. When did they get bacon? He sat up, his neck and back hurt, he had slept terribly. He looked over at the alarm clock. 9:08, the red numbers shined. Jake stood up and walked out of his room. The kitchen was bustling, Chance was reading the newspaper again his feet on a chair directly across from him. Angie was standing at the stove, frying up a pan of bacon. There were some pancakes on the table. Jake eagerly took one realizing how hungry he was.

"Morning sleeping beauty." Angie greeted as she slapped down some bacon on his plate. Jake looked around at the food in confusion.

"Where did you get this food from?" Jake asked.

"Chance and I woke up early, so we headed down to the store to pick up some food." Angie explained.

"Oh... okay." Jake said, he was still half asleep as it was. Chance looked over at him, he handed him the front page of the newspaper grimly. The headline read: Enforcers handle Bank Job disasteriously, Two hostages in critical condition. Jake flipped it over unable to look at the story, just in case that question was asked. Where were the SWAT KATS? Jake was begining to think that it was less likely the Enforcers could handle a month by themselves.

"Alright so while you two hit the salvage, I'll straighten up a bit." Angie smiled enthusiastically. Jake put down a fork.

"Ang, you don't have to clean..." Jake tried, but there was no use.

"If I'm going to live here, the least I can do is pitch in. Besides, I do most of the housework back home, I don't mind cleaning." Angie insisted. She sat down in between Jake and Chance and began eating the breakfast she had prepared.