If his old man knew the trouble he was going to for a girl, he'd get his ass beat into the middle of next month. But Dylan couldn't help it. He'd dreamed for years about finally taking Sammy out on a date, and now he had his chance. Granted, it had been twenty-something years in the making, but a good hunter had to be patient, right? Right.

Try as he might, Dylan couldn't quite keep the bounce out of his step as he walked through the halls of the BPRD to Sammy's room. His mother had nicknamed him "Tigger" even before he was born, and some days, he certainly lived up to it. Dressed in his usual casual style of jeans, polo and deck shoes, he knocked on Sammy's door.

"Hey, ding-- er, Sammy. You ready?"