After a few moments Sam came out of John's apartment building. Frances was standing near the door. She remained silent when Sam asked her how she had arrived. "In that case, we'll take my car" Sam said and headed to the nearby parking lot. Frances hesitated to follow her because of anger but realised she couldn't linger around any part of the city with the way she was dressed.

They drove in silence. Frances was surprised that the co-worker of her father didn't try to force her into talking. She was watching Sam on the corner of her eye. Her dad seemed to think the world of the woman. She herself had vague memories of Sam from childhood. She had visited them a couple of times. Frances recalled a man Sam had brought with her on those calls. Some time after she had moved in at Bailey's he had told her daughter that Sam's husband had been killed. She wondered why.

Suddenly she noticed that they weren't driving to her house directly. "Where are we going?" Frances asked agitated. Sam answered calmly: "To my place." Aha, Frances thought, there comes the big speech. The woman continued: "I assume you want to get dressed before you go home." Frances didn't reply.

To Frances' amazement they pulled up to an old fire house. "Wait here" Sam told her and went inside. She returned in a few moments. "The coast is clear" she said and Frances got out of the car wondering what Sam had meant by that. They entered the house, and Sam went over to some sort of a projector. Frances stared at her with open curiosity and shock when Sam placed her palm on it and a beam of light radiated underneath her hand. "Come on" she heard Sam say while she was standing infront of the projector. She looked up and saw Sam in an elevator. She left the high tech equipment and stepped in with the woman. One floor up and then they were in Sam's home.

"Do you have your clothes?" Sam asked the girl. Frances nodded. "Okay, you can change in the bathroom" Sam said heading by the living room and the kitchen. Frances followed her into the room next to the kitchen. Sam turned on the light, and threw her coat on the arm chair, and then continued forward until they reached the bathroom. Frances stepped in without saying a thing.

Frances stood there for a while, thinking about what had happened. Then she grapped her bag and pulled her clothes out. After a while she could hear muffled voices from somewhere in the house. She was fully clothed, and left the bathroom. She walked quietly and passed a table with photos on it. Pictures of a little girl. She must be Chloe, Sam's daughter. A picture of Sam, the daughter and a man Frances recognised. One photo had Sam, her daughter and a black woman. The last picture she looked at had her dad in it. Sam and he were hugging. Some people in the background had balloons in their hands.

Sam was sitting on the living room sofa. Remaining quiet Frances walked to its end and stood there, looking at Sam questioningly. "Have you figured out what you're going to tell your dad?" Sam asked her. "Oh, I'm gonna tell Santa Claus dropped by and asked for my help" she replied spitefully. Sam smiled a little and remarked "Well, off we go then".

On the drive home Frances began to calm down and realised what an idiot she had been. Still, she couldn't bring herself to apologise to Sam. On the other hand Sam didn't look like she was waiting for one, either. Once the anger had disappeared a little, she started thinking what she would tell her father. By the time they arrived to her home she'd figured it out. Sam followed her to the door. They stepped inside and saw Bailey standing by the door. He looked very worried. "Where have you been?" he asked. "I'm sorry, dad" Frances said and went on to give her explanatiom of where she had been for the last two hours. Sam listened in silence from a distance. Bailey accepted her daughter's explanation just as Sam and Frances had hoped. Sam told them she'd be going home now and wished Bail and Frances good night.