And once out of the museum - having been shooed out the door by a multi-language announcement of closing time - Sam looked across the large plaza that led out into the evening, at the streetlight-lit streets. "Whoa. Time flies," he said with a chuckle. "I guess that means I've got to take you home soon." He didn't factor in the fact that it was still likely afternoon in New York City, and light out. Despite that oversight, he still didn't want to part ways so soon. He enjoyed her company, and was loathe to impede on Dean's happy family.