Prologue
Christmas Eve—10 p.m. Eastern Standard time, of course. Three years ago. That night had ended on such a positive note—Mimi's near-death experience bringing us (me-Mark, Roger, Maureen, Joanne, and Collins) all home again. Mimi still swears that Angel was even there, and I believe her. Angel was the one to bring us all together in the first place, and keep us together through all the rough times. She WOULD be the one to bring us home.
I'd love to say that thing were story-book perfect after that, but this is reality
Actual reality! Act Up! Fight AIDS!
and not every ending is perfect.
Let me back up...