Sara can't remember the last time she took a vacation, and, as a workaholic from way back, she's not too concerned about it. So she's surprised when her supervisor calls her into his office, points to two weeks on the calendar and orders her to take them off.

She protests, she complains, but his word is law, so, reluctantly, she agrees, but she's not looking forward to finding ways to spend two weeks off.

She doesn't want to stay in San Francisco, but no destination jumps off the map at her. Tomales Bay isn't really an option; she never fit in there as a kid, and though her parents still live there, they're not close any more, haven't been ever since they refused to come to Mike's funeral.

Thoughts of her brother bring another option to mind, and she picks up her phone, dialling a number that she knows by heart, smiling when she hears him pick up. She knows that some people might think it's odd that she's kept in touch with the man who is so closely associated in her mind with Mike's death, but she and Tony found out they had a lot in common in those horrible days, even more since then.

She'd just lost her brother to drugs, he was losing his wife to the same evil, and she knows they've since split up. But she and Tony don't talk about that much anymore - it's not how she would have chosen to start a friendship, but she's grateful all the same.

She outlines her dilemma to Tony, and as she knew he would, he all but orders her to New York, tells her she can have his spare room. She idly wonders if he's in cahoots with her supervisor, dismissed the notion in favour of listening to him plan her two weeks in New York. He mentions all the usual tourist things, things she did once upon a time with Mike, Broadway and Fifth Avenue, Central Park and a list of restaurants that he swears she has to try. All she has to do, he tells her, is book the flights and he'll take care of everything else.

He makes it sound easy, and when she hangs up the phone from him, a smile on her face, she finds she can hardly wait.