Hello. After spending a long time on other stories I had a brief inspiration to write this. It's set a couple of months after Casino Night and you'll have to forgive a couple of timeline inconsistancies but heck, it's just a bit of fluff and it worked for me.

Enjoy.


She was watching Dwight from behind a bush as he left from his Friday night paintball game.

She'd only been following him for half an hour, it was tricky to keep up with a guy who could fly without getting noticed but she'd found the perfect vantage point to study his movements. Hopefully he'd be heading home soon and she could really have some fun.

It had been a tough time recently but she was feeling better about things. She had her art classes and had been getting her new apartment just the way she liked it but it was the evenings that felt most lonely, especially after the sun went down. She always felt more alone in the dark.

Not tonight though.

After spying 'Second Life' over Dwight's shoulder last week she decided to check it out. After spending the entirety of yesterday evening creating her avatar Natalia Penn she was finally in the world. She'd chosen Natalia after an artist called Natalia Goncharova who she'd recently been reading about and the Penn was for Pennsylvania. Her avatar was an artist with bohemian clothes and crazy bright red hair that reached the small of her back. Maybe in one world she could be exactly what she wanted to be. Wild, free, artistic.

Right now she was stalker.

Dwight was flying home and she was trying to keep up with him on foot but she was losing him. She figured he'd keep the same trajectory so she kept walking in a straight line until she found herself at an apartment complex. She was expecting a farm house as he hadn't changed that much from who he was in real life. He wasn't even Assistant Regional Manager, he was still the Assistant to the Regional Manager.

That's when she saw him.

Oh my god. It's him.

She set down the glass of wine she'd been drinking on her bedside table. Her laptop felt like it was burning through her legs as she lay in bed with just the light of her computer filling the room with artificial light. Tall, unkempt hair, his facial features were uncanny and a guitar on his back. Even his clothes looked like his.

Philly Jim.

It wasn't just the name that tipped her off. He was on a ledge, two floors up, outside what she guessed was Dwight's apartment. She stood looking up at him. Rather Natalia stood looking up, Pam just sat with sweaty fingers wondering what the hell she should do.

What the hell should I do?

She hadn't seen him since he left. That day was so bleak. She was still with Roy and they were friends no more. He'd said a brief goodbye before he walked away but she couldn't say the one thing that would have made him stay. A week and a half later and she'd left Roy but she never called. One day slipped into the next, one excuse into another and now she was sat two months later looking at Philly Jim.

Jim.

She looked at his job. A sports writer? She'd never heard him talk about wanting to write. They talked a lot about what she really wanted to do, but she just guessed he'd never figured his true calling.

Maybe he didn't want to share that with me.

That thought twisted in her stomach. There was a whole part of him she'd ever reached.

You tried though, didn't you?

She clicked on him. The wine and anonymity made her bold.

I just need to know if it's really him.