Outside it was cold. Not kind of cold, not semi-cold, more like so cold you could see your breath hang in the air cold. Typical Seattle winter.

Sam was sitting outside on the fire escape without a jacket, sweater, or even shoes. Tears streamed down her red, splotchy, tear-stained face. Her bright blue eyes were now icy, her face, once so full of life, was now full of pain and grief.

She looked out toward the city and contemplated her situation.

How did this happen?, she wondered to herself.

Her conscience battled itself, arguing on whether to jump down to her death or not to jump. That was the question.

Inside Bushwell Plaza, Freddie sat quietly in Carly's living room lost in his whirlwind of thoughts. Spencer was describing a new sculpture he was working on of a bird of paradise among trees, but Freddie couldn't tell you anything about that. He didn't hear a word Spencer said.

Freddie's face was fallen and his heart was crumbling into his hands. The only thing that would make him "normal Freddie" again was if he had his girl.

What Freddie would give to see Sam smile again. To hear her laugh. To have her small fingers intertwined with his. To kiss those lips again, What he would give to have Sam be his girl once more.

Freddie missed Sam. He missed her bad.

After contemplating getting up or just sitting, Freddie made a decision. He though back to the week before in the elevator. He never knew he could miss someone so badly.

He decided that he couldn't go through with another week of forced laughs and faux happiness.

Freddie was going to talk to Sam. He knew exactly where to go, too.

He got up, leaving Spencer and his sculpture behind him, and went to the one place he knew Sam would be.

Sam had just made the decision that she was, after all, going to jump. She just needed to prep herself first. She got up off of the stairs and walked toward the ledge.

She stared. She watched as all of the little lights flew by. She took a deep breath.

"I love you, Freddie," Sam said to the air.

"I love you, too, Sam. I thought we already established that fact," Sam heard from behind her.

She turned around and saw the fact that she loved. Without thinking, Sam threw herself into the open arms of Freddie.

"What happened to us, Freddie?" Sam asked into his chest.

"That's the same question I've been asking since last week. I don't know what happened to us," Freddie replied.

The atmosphere grew quiet as both Sam and Freddie treid to vocalize their feelings, but nobody could.

Then, Freddie broke the silence.

"Sam, I don't care what Carly said. She wasn't talking about us. We weren't forcing anything, he said full of passion. He pulled back from Sam so he could look at her at her dead- on.

"I love you, Sam. I love you more than I ever thought I could. I need you, Sam."

"I need you, too, Freddie. I want you to be mine again," she replied. She looked down and then looked up to see Freddie's face fill with joy.

"I want to be your guy again!" Freddie's exclaimed, which caught Sam off guard and made her jump. "Sam would you like to be my girlfriend once more?"

Sam waited, loving the anxious look Freddie gave her.

"Hmm, maybe," she said.

"Good enough, Freddie smiled, then kissed her passionately.

After they separated, they held each other and swayed in the wind.

In Freddie's arms, it was warm. Not kind of warm, not lukewarm, more like sipping hot chocolate on a cold day warm. A typical loved feeling.