They arrived at 666 Park Avenue.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Patel!" Marlissa smiled, giving the cab driver the fare and a decent tip after he had dropped them off at the northwest corner of 67th Street and Park Avenue.

Ryan examined the nondescript thirteen storey limestone building common back in the 1920s when it was built. "This is 660 Park Ave, honey," he said, pointing at the number above the front double doors.

Marlissa hooked her husband's arm and led him to the smaller double doors next to the main front doors. She pointed to the sign to the top left of the doors, "666 Park Avenue."

"May I help you, sir?" the doorman asked.

"We are here to see Grace," Marlissa replied to the old man. "Is she in?"

The doorman paused, taken aback at her unearthly beauty and blinked when he finally recognized her. "Miss Samantha?"

"He knows you?" Ryan whispered.

Marlissa eyed the old man, his face was familiar bit different. "Frank?"

"Yes! It is you!" the old doorman gasped. "You have not aged a day."

"Thank you, Frank. You look... older."

"It has been many decades since I last saw you," he smiled. "You are more beautiful than I remember!"

"I hope you are well?" she asked.

"As one can be at my age," he nodded. "Married. Two kids and four grandkids."

Ryan coughed to remind them that he was still there.

"Oh, yes! This is my husband, Ryan," Marlissa said and Ryan held out his hand to shake the doorman.

"You are a very lucky man to have such a beautiful wife, sir," Frank smiled when he noticed a five dollar bill in his hand.

"Do you mind seeing if Grace is in, Frank?" Ryan asked.

"Oh yes, of course!" Frank chuckled. He took out an old flip phone out of his jacket pocket and turned through the phone numbers before hitting the dial button. "Hello, Miss Grace? There is a couple to see you... No, I believe you only know the young woman... It's Miss Samantha... Yes, I will let them up right away."

He hung up and led the couple to the private entrance of 666 Park Avenue.

"Miss Grace will see you at the top of the stairs," Frank smiled as he held the door open for them.

"Thank you, Frank," Marlissa said, leaning to give the old man a kiss on the cheek. "It was wonderful to see you again after all these years!"

"You too, Miss Samantha!"

Ryan offered his hand for support to help his wife enter the small private elevator to go up to the second floor.