Mimi sat on the table, watching the snow fall softly onto the fire escape. Though she had gotten her job back at the Catscratch Club, thanks to some connections Benny had, she still hadn't actually gone back, considering everything that had happened. Both Roger and Mark had been advising her to take things slow; she had even moved in with them on account of her getting evicted from her own aparment. And now, nearly two months after Maureen and Joanne had found her in the park, she sat on their table, thinking.

This table had so many memories, surprisingly enough. It was where she had dropped her stash that first night. It was where she had first kissed Roger, where he had first pushed her away. And then, a year after they had first met, it was where she lay, shivering and sick, in his arms.

Ahh... the memories.

"Meems? Are you home?"

Roger's husky voice pulled Mimi out of her trip down memory lane. She turned and watched as he set his guitar case down, throwing his infamous leather jacket onto the couch. "Hey baby," she said, her face instantly lighting up. Roger seemed to have that affect on her.

"Hey," he said softly. Roger walked over to her and pulled her tiny body close to him. He did this every day, whether it was in the morning or at night, or just at random times throughout the day. It was his was of reassuring himself that she was still there. For some reason, ever since the episode two months ago, he was always afraid of losing her, whether it was to her disease or to another man. "How are you?"

"Fine," she said. Her thin lips slowly curved upwards. "Better now."

Roger laughed. "You're too sweet for your own good."

"It's a part of my charm," she teased him.

"You have a charm?" he asked jokingly.

"I have a reputation," she told him, growling sexily. It was something she had often done at the CSC, but she hadn't gotten much of a chance to do it lately. Sure, sometimes she growled in bed, but she hadn't growled flirtatiously in quite some time.

"You haven't gone to work lately, I don't see how you can keep that reputation up," Roger said, smirking ever-so-slightly.

"That's why I have you," Mimi said seductivly, sneaking up behind him. She slid her arms around him and kissed his neck. Roger smiled, closing his eyes for a moment, before turning and kissing her full-on the mouth. Mimi smiled and slid her arms up over his shoulders, deepening the kiss. Before long, they were on the table, Mimi crawling on top of him, kissing him deeply.

Rrrrriiiiinnnnggg!

"The phone rings," Roger said bitterly under his breath. He slowly took his hand out of Mimi's skirt and stood, waiting for the ringing to stop so he could screen the call.

"Speeaakk, beep!"

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm back again." The familiar voice of Tom Collins came over the answering machine. Mimi squealed with joy and ran the pick up the phone. Unfortunatly for her, Roger snatched it first.

"Collins!"

"Roger picked up the phone?" Collins asked, mildly surprised. He half-expected Mark to snap back at him, just like the last time he had asked that same question, a little over a year ago. He didn't give Roger time to backlash before saying, "Naw, man, I'm kidding. I need the key."

"Alright man, Mimi's gonna throw it down for you," Roger said, tossing her the key. Mimi slid over to the fire escape and threw the keys down to Collins, who waited at the phone booth. "And hey, uh, Collins? Don't get killed this time."

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

Mimi closed the window as Roger hung up the phone. Immediatly afterwards, Roger found Mimi on him, kissing him like crazy. Roger had almost forgotten how good it felt to have Mimi in his arms like this. She hadn't exactly been up to much lately. As the kiss grew even more intimate, the door slid open.

"Hey, you crazy kids, quit it." Collins laughed, a twinkle in his eyes.

Mimi laughed as she stopped kissing Roger. "Hey Collins," she said, smiling. It was good to see him again. To be completely honest, she had gotten worried about him. He hadn't been around since Christmas. And sure, he'd been gone for longer than that before, but ever since Mark had shown his film, Collins hadn't seemed like himself.

Roger put Mimi down to go greet his friend. "How've you been, bud?" he asked. It was light, but it had a lot of deeper meaning to it. Like Mimi, Roger had noticed that Collins had sort of gone into a funk since Christmas Eve. And he had disappeared without a word to where he had been going.

"Fine, fine," Collins said with a grin. "But... there is something I want to show you. Ah... where's Mark?"

"Filming in the park," Mimi answered simply, catching Roger off-guard. She smiled too-sweetly at him. "I meant to tell you when you got home, but I got a little... uh... distracted."

Roger laughed, before turning back to Collins. "What have you got for us this time?"

"This..." Collins said. He went to the door and knocked on it three times, pulling it open, revealing a tall figure. Her hair was short and black, her hands were hidden in the pockets of a long leapord-print coat.

Roger and Mimi looked from the person, to Collins, to each other.

"Collins... is that...?" Roger let his words drop off. Naw, it was impossible. Angel was dead.

"No, man," Collins said, a touch of sadness in his voice. "She's not mine this time. She found me. Wanted to come see you guys."

Roger arched an eyebrow. He looked to the girl in the background. "Who are you?" he called.

The girl turned, looking at him. "Rog-rog?!" she called. Her voice was sugary, yet mysterious. As soon as it hit Roger's ears, he gasped. No, it couldn't be her. Not now.

"Samantha?" he asked uncertainly.

"A-eek!" she squealed, running towards him. As soon as she stepped out of the dark, the light revealed pasty skin and bright blue eyes. Her ass was flat, as was her chest. Mimi eyed her, wondering what her connection was to Roger. And Rog-rog? What sort of name was that?

"Rog-rog, I can't believe it! Collins said I'd be seeing Mark, I never knew I'd be seeing you too!" Samantha emphasised the last two words in a way that made Mimi sick.

Collins noticed Meems' expression and tilted his head, calling her over. Once they were out of earshot of Samantha and Roger, Collins began to explain, "Sam and Roger were best friends in high school. It was before Roger met April, back when Mark and Maureen were dating for the first time." He laughed a little. "But they sort of... they got serious."

"Serious as in how?" Mimi asked.

"As in... they were planning to get married after graduation."

"What?!" Mimi screeched. "But I thought... I thought April was his first serious relationship."

"That's what he tells everybody," Collins said. "But... Sam cheated on him. He never trusted her, or anyone really, after that. He didn't even trust April until he found out they both had AIDS. I know it sounds kind of strange, but that's how Roger is."

Mimi nodded. "He won't... he won't go back to her, will he?"

"Naw, he loves you," Collins said. He turned to walk back towards the reunited high school schoolmates. "Then again... I've been wrong before." He turned to Mimi. "Why don't you... why don't you go get a glass of water? From your apartment?"

"Collins, I don't have an apartment. I live here. Why, what is it?" Mimi pushed past Collin's protective arms and gasped. They had walked in on Sam and Roger.

And they were kissing.