This was New York. Someone was always yelling about something. Derek kept his head down and ignored the shouting for someone to stop.

Except it sounded really frantic and Derek couldn't really ignore that. It went against his nature. Kate had killed it for awhile but therapy and Laura's careful guidance had helped.

He stopped and looked over his shoulder to make sure that maybe it was someone else telling someone else to stop. It was the cute girl from the laundromat, though, and she was running straight for him.

"What?" he asked, scowling slightly.