He captured her lips in a lingering kiss as he dipped her.

"Oh, honey. Now I know why Grace married you."

They shared a knowing smile as they continued to dance around the room. She should be happy. Will had come back for her, to save her from embarrassment. Still, she couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart.

Stopping suddenly, she pulled away from his embrace. "I'm sorry, I…..I have to go."

"Wait, Karen!" he called after her as she ran out of the ballroom. She didn't turn back, she just kept running, tears rolling down her cheeks, until her limo pulled out and drove off into the night.

"Well, well, well. I've got to hand it to you, Mr. Truman." Beverly Leslie began in his thick Southern drawl. "You sure know how to cause a lady to make an exit."

Will glared at Beverly. He was really not in the mood for this. He was worried about Karen….and for himself, she had taken the limo.

Beverly continued on, despite the death stare he was receiving from Will. "You know, when she and Stanley danced, he never made Karen run away in tears."

That was when it dawned on Will. Stanley.

"Wait here." The officer said as he ushered Karen into a vacant room. There was only a bed, dresser and table with two chairs. She sat down on one of the chairs lightly, too afraid to really touch the fabric. She studied her hands in her lap for some time, as she waited. Finally, the doors opened and they ushered him in, removing his handcuffs.

Hearing the door open, Karen looked up and saw him. His face was a mixture of confusion and delight. She rarely came to visit him. Standing up from her chair as soon as the door was closed, she launched herself into his arms, catching Stan off-guard. He wrapped his arms around her as she began to cry.

"Kar? What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"You come to visit in the middle of the night, then run into my arms crying and you expect me to believe that nothing is wrong?"

Karen sighed. She knew she had to explain. "Oh, Stanley. It's just, it's been a rough night."

"Why? Is everything alright? Are the kids okay?"

"No, honey. The kids are fine. It's just….do you know what today is?"

Stan hesitated. "The 14th. February 14th." Understanding filled his eyes. "The Valentine's Day dance. Our spotlight dance."

Karen looked at the floor and nodded.

"Oh, baby. I'm so sorry. What happened?"

"I took Will with me and things just got….out of hand."

"By things, do you mean Beverly Leslie?"

Karen nodded again.

"Shrimp. What did he say?"

"Well, he accused me of cheating on you with Will, so I had to lie…..I told him that Will was my whore for the weekend." She said with a smirk.

"You told Beverly Leslie, who probably told all of the Shelter Island Country Club, that our gay lawyer was your gigolo for the weekend?" Stan asked, incredulous.

Karen giggled. "Yeah. All the ladies kept calling his room making appointments."

Stan chuckled as he grabbed his wife, hugging her tightly.

"Oh, Stanley. It just wasn't the same. I missed having you there to protect me….and to lead during the spotlight dance. Wilma's a great dancer, don't get me wrong, but Rosie could have lead better than that queen."

"I'm so sorry, Karen. I wish there was a way for me to get out of here. I miss you."

"I miss you too, Stanley. Everyone does."

She wrapped her arms around his neck as his went around her waist. After standing there silently for a few moments, Stan spoke.

"So….Truman can't lead, huh?"

"Nope. Not a bit."

Stan began swaying back and forth with Karen in his arms.

"Honey, there's no music. What are you doing?"

"I'm dancing with my wife. It's our Valentine's Day tradition."

Karen smiled, placing her head on his chest and following his lead. Soon, Stan began humming. They continued to dance, Stan humming along to various songs that the two of them had shared throughout the years.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Mrs. Walker."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Stanley."