"Speaking of which," he said, unable to help his abrupt smile, "I had John Stillwell track down an item for me during his Los Angeles trip." "A bottle of Botox?" "It's behind your seat. Another anniversary present, I suppose." "Okay," she said slowly, and undid her seat belt to lean around behind her seat. "Oh...my...God." She giggled. Actually giggled, as she freed the clear-plastic fronted box. "He roars, and walks with the remote control." Samantha settled the two feet of boxed Godzilla onto her lap, refastening her seat belt. "He roars?" "There are some mini frightened Tokyo residents taped to the inside of the box. And the background forms into a skyscraper he can knock over."