Noah Snowstep sat on the sofa with his father Monty. It felt good to take the load off his feet. He had spent the morning on the phone, talking to Wes about the office. It was tired of work, but had to finish off what had started. He took a deep breath and started to speak: "Wes is all ready to take over control of the office." Monty looked away from the TV. "That's good." "I will be going into work every other Monday to check up on things." Monty nodded. "Are you sure you are okay with me doing this?" Noah asked. "It's your office now Noah. I can't tell you how to run it. If you can't handle the workload, then let Wes do it." "It's not that. I just want to get out of there and enjoy myself a little more. I'm not really an office sort of guy." "I'm not mad. I have to take my pills, excuse me." Noah watched Monty leave, and sighed. He knew his father was unhappy about his choice to move on, but he couldn't let his fathers feelings stop him from living his life. He was making the right choice, he knew it.

After spending the morning with his band preparing to go on tour, Mike Jaydon came home tired and a little grumpy. He walked towards the front door, wanting to take the elevator up to his apartment and get some rest. When Tia Young appeared from the building and waved, he sighed inwardly and went over. It wasn't that he didn't like talking to her, but his tiredness was overwhelming and he really needed his bed. "How did it go?" Tia asked cheerfully. Mike smiled, a fake one. "Okay. We just can't wait to get on the road." "I bet." Tia looked at the snow covered floor, her face drawn down into a frown. "What's up?" Mike asked, noticing her forlorn expression. "I just look at you with everything you have and I can't help feeling jealous. I know it's not the way I should feel, but, Mike, your lucky." Tia reached up, noticing the strand of hair fallen over his eye. She brushed it away, but didn't take her hand away. Mike took hold of her hand, and pulled it away. "Sorry Tia, but I can't. I love Dawn. You and I are just friends, I thought you knew that." He headed for the house, wanting his bed more than ever. Tia watched him go. Never had she felt so stupid.

"I give up," Grace Roundhouse said as she snapped the book she had been reading shut. "Finding it hard to concentrate?" Randi Steven's asked. "I can't help it. My Ex husband was buried today." "I had no idea. I'm sorry." "Don't be. He was a poor example of a human being. I hated him," Grace said with a snort. Randi shifted in her chair, feeling uncomfortable. "Sorry. He ruined my leg, and it's only now I can walk without the stick, but I still get pain in my knee now and again." "I wish I knew what to say," Randi told her. Grace smiled. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter now. He is gone, and we have work to do. The Lucy Rubyshine case is coming up soon, we need to prepare." "Will you be taking the lead on this one?" Randi wanted to know. "I might as well. I just settled my last case, so I'm not busy." Randi grinned. "Your a law machine." Grace laughed. So did Randi. It felt good to work in this environment. They got on well, and it made Randi feel accepted again.

After making a fool of herself, Tia Young decided to get the one task she dreaded most over with. She knocked on the door to her brother, Ramon Cassar's house. He opened it, shivering as a cold wind blew in. "Come in." Tia took off her coat and followed him into the living room. She was shocked to see the expensive furniture and art on the walls. Clearly, crime was booming. "I really can't believe you moved here Ramon." "If you are here to argue with me, I really need some coffee first." Tia rolled her eyes. "I'm only here to see the house. I can't tell you where to live Ramon, but I will warn you. I'm going to be watching you, because this is a respectable place and I can't let you get away with what you did back in Mexico. The rules apply to you too." Ramon was the one who rolled his eyes this time. "Is that it, or do I have to take notes?" Tia stood up, feeling angry as well as embarrassed about what happened with Mike. "If your going to be a asshole about it, then I'll go." She stormed out, not even putting her coat on as she left. The snow hit her, surrounding her with a blanket of gray. She struggled to get the coat around her shoulders, then pushed through the driving gust of wind towards her car.

Rick Dartford stole into the kitchen for a moment alone to make a call. He had just heard on the news that there were two other contenders for the position of Mayor Of The Kingdom, and he needed to make sure Carol Manson was the only one who would win it. The results were tomorrow, but he had only heard about these new obstacles today. He had been away, in LA, with his family. Now he had to deal with this problem, but it might be too late. "Mr. Newbie, I am glad I got through to you." "Who is speaking please?" "That's not important. I just wanted to let you know that I have something that might affect your chances of becoming Mayor tomorrow. I think you should drop out, call it health issues, and we can leave this whole thing behind us." "What are you talking about? It's too late to drop out." "Believe me, it's not. This election is a shambles, it's not been planned enough. We need a Mayor, and the town isn't about to ruin this election by starting the count over again. Most of the town council is too old to have the stress put on them. Believe me Mr. Newbie, The Kingdom is in trouble, it's falling apart, and you dropping out isn't going to change the fact we will get a new Mayor tomorrow. Rules don't apply anymore, and I got that from the horses mouth, so to speak." Rick hung up the phone and jumped when he saw Carol coming into the room.