Anyhow, Dave's worried because the cops are on the way to apprehend the New Year's sign vandals, but Cupid's thrilled. He wants Dave to get caught and arrested, because then he'll get interviewed. "You can't buy the kind of publicity, Dave." Dave points out that he's in the States on an expired visa, so he'll be getting more deportation than publicity. Cupid wishes Dave had told him about the visa issue, and Dave wishes Cupid had told him about the whole arrest plan; he thought he'd just take credit in a personal's ad. Cupid offers to take the fall for him and then tell his story, so Dave hides and Cupid greets the approaching cops with a hearty, "Hey, Happy New Year, Officers!" We see different shots of New York City in different light, and...er...it's decorated with...um...swirls of pixie dust and we jump to

BOOK-EM SOHO: The bookseller is hosting a "Singles Night" with "Bestselling Author Dr. Claire McRae." Cupid's ball gag (tsk, you know what I mean) is the talk of the night. When a romantic young woman asks the good doctor her opinion, she's a bit of a wet blanket. The romantic young woman cops to it being more of a fantasy than a sound basis for a relationship with a dependable partner, and then a woman we're going to learn is named Madelyn (Marguerite Moreau) chimes in. "Fantasy is overrated. These days, I'm looking for a relationship that doesn't make me crazy, or inconvenience me." This isn't a singles night! It's group therapy. In a...bookstore. Okee-dokee. Claire's phone interrupts the conversation. It's a call from the hospital and we get more pixie dusted New York to help us jump to...

A Medical Center on the corner of Avenue of the Americas and 6th: I'm pretty sure some New Yorker will e-mail to tell me which one, assuming one can overcome his or her well-known shyness when it comes to the topic of that fair city. Ahem. Claire walks down the hall with Austin Pendleton's Dr. Charles Boyd, which prompts my husband to yell out, "Hey, it's that guy!" He doesn't know about Fametracker or it's TWoP connection, never mind Wing's book, or the history of that phrase for us long-timers, and I'm too tired to explain it to him, so I keep my uber-fannishness to myself and just enjoy the moment. Besides, I think I already freaked him out with my reaction to the levitating leprechaun who wasn't. You can't spill all your crazy at once.