Author's Note:I know this chapter is short, but I happen to like this one little scene I've written here. Adding more would only ruin the "flow" of what I have.

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The next day, while Frank was busy getting ready for his new show and his move to New York, the rest of the FYI team had lunch at Phil's.

"You told Frank to make his own decision?!" Miles asked Murphy in disbelief.

"Slugger, you know he has difficulty just deciding what to wear to work sometimes," Jim said.

"I can't be his mother," Murphy replied. "I'm having enough trouble dealing with one child, not to mention my housepainter."

"I still can't believe Frank's leaving," Corky said sadly.

"Frank's my best friend," Murphy said. "Do you think I'm happy about this? But he's our friend, and I think we owe it to him to be supportive."

"But what if we never see him again?" Corky asked, now near tears.

"Get a grip, Corky. It's just New York. Jeez." Murphy said, rolling her eyes. "It's not like he's going to some third-world country where they don't have telephones."

Just then, Frank walked into Phil's and walked over to his friends at their table. "Well, guys, it's all set. I leave for the Big Apple next week!" He was clearly enthusiastic about his move.

"That's great, Frank," the others replied, but there was a definite lack of excitement in their voices.

"What's the matter? I thought you guys would be happy for me," Frank said. "I've seen better morale at funerals!"

"We are happy for you, Frank, it's just that Corky seems to think that New York is on the other side of the globe!" Murphy said.

"What, you're afraid you'll never see me again?" Frank scoffed. "You couldn't get rid of me that easily!"

"We're really proud of you, Frank," said Miles, standing up and patting his friend on the back. "We know you deserve this, it's just going to be hard not seeing you every day. Like we have for the last five years. Day in, day out. Bonding. Spending time together. Almost like brothers."

At this point, Murphy shot Miles a "shut up" look. "What Miles is trying to say is that it's going to be strange not sharing an anchor desk with you. You were the second person I met here in Washington, remember?"

"Yeah," Frank said, thinking back to 1977 and the day that he attempted to pick Murphy up in the very bar in which he was now standing. For a moment, he was lost in thought. Then he came back to reality. "Well, I better run. I've got this huge interview with TV Guide this afternoon. Can you believe it? TV Guide! They've never interviewed me before!" With that, the jubilant reporter ran out the door.