The cold breeze stung at her tear soaked cheeks, and her head hurt from trying to process everything that had just happened. All she could concentrate on was getting in her car and driving back to her empty apartment, anything was better than her current location. She was willing to go anywhere, as long as it meant she wouldn't have to see Roy's face. She had seen more than enough of him for a very long time.

She fumbled with her keys as she tried to open her apartment door. Roy had left her understandably shaken. The decor of her apartment did not do much to cheer her up. Her boring eggshell walls did no justice in representing her artistic abilities. She had been meaning to display some of her art for the longest time. All she had managed to put up was a candelabra Jim had gotten her on her last birthday. It looked very lonely on the wall by itself; it didn't even have any candles it in.

As she entered her bedroom she effortlessly undid all the buttons to her powder blue blouse, and slid off her black skirt. She added both items to her now over flowing clothes hamper. Every single aspect of her life had become such a mess over the last couple months. She tried, but couldn't remember when she had stopped caring.

She carefully stepped into the shower, desperately seeking out the scolding hot water. She just wanted to get the smell of beer out of her hair. So much of it had splashed on her as she escaped Roy's temper tantrum. The water was turning her extremely fair skin several different shades of red. If it was painful, she was completely unaware. Her body had gone completely numb.

After her shower, she changed into her most comfortable pair of sweats and a raggedy old tank top. This seemed to be her out of work uniform as of late. She grabbed the remote and tired to get comfortable on her couch. She let her body sink in, and was practically swallowed by the cushions and over sized pillows. Out of all the different outlets in her life, that couch was the only guaranteed comfort anymore. She turned on her television desperately trying to find something that would drown out her thoughts, some house flipping show caught her attention. She tried to apply some of the ideas to her own living situation. Her effort was useless, she wasn't going to forget what happened.

"Are you kidding me, Pam? Roy's voice was echoing through her mind. She could still hear the glass shattering against the walls at Poor Richards. He was probably still there ripping the plumbing out from the wall. It would be the last time he embarrassed her.

Every effort Pam made to pass the time failed miserably, and alphabetizing her CD's only took about 25 minutes. She decided a nice hot cup of tea might be just what she needed. As she was stirring in the sugar her cell phone started to ring. It was probably just Roy calling with his latest sob story excuse. She stirred her tea a few more times before she went searching for the phone. She rummaged through her purse, her phone always sank to the bottom. She followed the glowing light of the phones front screen but by the time she got to it, her phone had already stopped ringing. She flipped open her phone and was shocked to see that she had a missed call from Jim Halpert. She hadn't spoken to him in a while and was a little thrown off. Before she even had the chance to decide whether or not she had the guts to call him back, her phone was ringing again.

"Hello?" She answered. She did her best to disguise the utter excitement in her voice.

"Hey Beesly. I know this is a little out of the blue, but I'm just calling to check up on you." It was nearly impossible for him to disguise his nervous voice.

"Oh, I'm fine, just having my annual Friday night kegger. Nothing out of the ordinary." She smiled for the first time in what seemed like days. It always amazed her how easily Jim was able to make her smile.

"Wow, I don't know what I was thinking. I completely forgot what a hardcore alcoholic you are." He found comfort in the fact that she was joking around. The phone call he has received from Ryan that night had really worried him. He always worried about Pam when she fought with Roy. Now he sat in his car making the long road home.

"Jim, are you driving right now? You know the chances of getting into a car accident increase by…" She paused for a second, trying to come up with a somewhat believable figure. "By at least one billion percent." She giggled as she declared that statistic. Her mind was too clouded to be smart right now.

"A billion percent huh? Wow. I should probably pull over or something. Or even better yet, I'm pulling up on your apartment complex right now. I'll see you in a minute." With that he hung up his phone and got out of his car. He had times everything perfectly. He gave himself a mental pat on the back. He took a deep breath of Scranton air as he approached her building. It felt so good to be home.

For a split second Pam sat on her couch in complete shock. She scrambled into her bedroom and grabbed her favorite gray zip up. She fumbled with her messy hair, but it was no use. Jim was already knocking at her door.