After arriving at the apartment Tony, Caroline, Josie, Steve, Niall, Richard and Clive had been informed of the "Wayne" incident. The matter was discussed and it was decided that Clive would be left to deal with Wayne.
          Tony took it upon himself to go and find Ryan. He searched all the nearest pubs, several strip clubs and two supermarkets before finally locating Ryan in a nearby park.
          As Tony approached he noticed Ryan was looking both absolutely freezing and damn miserable.
          "If I didn't know you better I'd say you were only here to ogle the young girls playing tennis," Tony announced as he took a seat next to Ryan.
          Ryan gave Tony a wry smile and glanced over at two buxom 16-year-olds playing tennis. "Are you the 'let's cheer Ryan up' brigade?" he asked.
          "Oh no…they're making cake…I'm just a member of PPA," Tony nodded.
          "PPA?" Ryan said confused.
          "Plastic Panties Anonymous," Tony replied.
          Ryan shook his head and laughed. "Why doesn't that surprise me?"
          "You know me," Tony mused. "Hell, you've worked with me."
          "Back in the good old days," Ryan sighed.
          "Well…for the most part," Tony breathed.
          "Yeah…how is all that going…I didn't want to bring it up…you know," Ryan asked, not taking his eyes from the 16-year-old girls.
          "Pretty good…no…better than that…excellent…I'm the happiest I've been in ages," Tony perked.
          "Hey, that's great," Ryan smiled and finally looked at Tony.
          "You know I'm going to have to thank you now…I've wanted to do this again…and it’s not the same doing improv without you lot," Tony said genuinely.
          "That's what friends are for right? Besides, you were top of the list…most wanted original," Ryan smiled.
          "I know…talk about ego boost," Tony chided.
          They fell silent, before Tony spoke again.
          "I was worried you wouldn't want anything to do with me…you know after…"
          "It’s all history buddy…we both said and did things that were stupid…" Ryan chimed in.
          "So no hard feelings?" Tony breathed, holding out his hand.
          Ryan giggled. "None whatsoever."
          "And people say I've got a dirty mind," Tony laughed as Ryan shook his hand.
          After they giggled and watched the 16-year-olds for a while, Ryan spoke up.
          "What did you decide about Wayne?"
          "Clive's dealing with it…I mean it could be anything from a ‘keep your mouth shut or we'll slap a law suit on you’ to a regular guest spot on the show," Tony replied.
          "We decided he's not to be involved though," Ryan huffed.
          "The vote wasn't unanimous…the girls want him," Tony sighed.
          "Typical bloody women," Ryan scorned.
          "You don't mean that," Tony mused.
          "You're right…I miss my wife," Ryan sulked.
          There was another brief silence.
          "We should be getting back…Colin's cake will be almost ready and you're turning blue," Tony mused, getting to his feet.
          "And I was so enjoying the scenery," Ryan chided.
          "I know…it must be padding," Tony scorned, shaking his head.
          They looked at each other and began sniggering as they walked.
          "I do have one question though," Tony announced.
          "So ask it," Ryan perked.
          "Why haven't I been invited on Drew's Line?" Tony asked.
          "Because you wouldn't have any fun…hell, I struggle for fun sometimes. It’s just too censored…you couldn't say panties…not ever," Ryan replied miserably.
          "That's criminal," Tony spat, "that's part of the fun though, being rude."
          "You don't know how hard it is to make up a hoedown and not use the word penis," Ryan sighed, pretending to be teary.
          "Well who cares about Drew's Line anyway? We've got The Originals and we can talk about breasts, and panties and penises as much as we want," Tony proclaimed.
          They had walked to the edge of the park when Ryan stopped.
          "Do we really have to go back?" Ryan asked.
          "Why? What's ticking over in that devious mind of yours?" Tony queried.
          "I feel the need to do something spontaneous," Ryan perked.
          "Oh god…last time that happened we ended up in Majorca," Tony gasped.
          "Not that spontaneous," Ryan quipped.
          "Well what have you got in mind then?" Tony asked.
          "We could go swimming," Ryan shrugged.
          "It’s 7 degrees," Tony shrieked.
          "OK…not such a good idea," Ryan mumbled. He paused and then turned around. "I've got it."
          "So I've heard," Tony mused.
          "Let’s play tennis," Ryan grinned.
          Tony grinned too. "Oh we can't."
          "Why not…it'll be fun," Ryan perked.
          Tony looked at Ryan who was as excited as a five-year-old, put his hands on his hips and rolled his eyes. "Oh ok then."
          "That's the spirit," Ryan chirped and led the way back to the tennis courts.