"February 15th, 1991, 3 pm, Eastern Standard Time. Close on Maureen, the Drama Queen, who is sleeping on my couch after having been evicted by Joanne for cheating…Maureen will be protesting her latest cause at the Eleventh Street Lot in about ten hours. She looks innocent right now, but you best not be the one to wake the slumbering beast…Pan left to Roger, who is laughing, a sound which just last year had been such a rarity in his life. Until, of course, he was given a second…well, third chance at love. His second chance with Mimi." Roger flipped me the bird. "Close on Mimi, who is sleeping in Roger's bed. Her reason for sleeping so late? She was at work until four this morning. It was not the preferred way to spend Valentine's Day. Of course, how would I know? I'm still alone." I turned the camera off and trudged towards the kitchen, filling a mug with sludge that Roger claimed was coffee. I had no choice but to believe him on that one. I looked at the disheveled woman on the torn couch, wondering what exactly had happened the previous night. I wouldn't have been surprised if she had been cheating, but she had always like Valentine's Day. Pointless as she always said it was, she was too much of a romantic and a lover to pass up the little opportunity. And there was the sex factor. Besides, she found seemingly pointless holidays to be both fun and endlessly amusing. She stretched, looking very feline even in the state of disarray, and upon opening her eyes, looked slightly confused as she slowly tested the light, which was incredibly bright given our lack of curtains in the huge windows. It was uncharacteristically warm for February, and her body looked spectacular bathed in the sunlight as it was. She smiled at me when she caught me staring at her. She got up and stumbled towards the bathroom. "I bet she has a killer hangover," I mumbled to no one in particular as I heard retching sounds that made me cringe.

"Always does," Roger added, snapping me out of my thoughts as I remembered I wasn't physically alone in the room, "especially after she cheats."

"Shut up, Roger."

"You know I love Maureen. But it was about time someone finally gave her the boot."

"They've broken up before."

"Yeah. Over flirting. Imagine Joanne reacting to cheating. You know, Maureen coming home with a man. On Valentine's Day, no less."

"Shut up, Roger."

"You know I'm right." Mimi chose that moment to shuffle into the kitchen in search of caffeine.

"Morning, boys." Roger took advantage of her more than slightly out of it state to prove his point.

"You agree with me, right Meems?"

"Mm-hmm." She slurped the nasty liquid, not seeming to mind its foul flavor. "Wait, what are we talking about?"

"Nothing," I declared firmly, "we are not talking about anything." Roger glared at me, then kissed Mimi. "Get a room!"

"This is a room, Mark, and you're out numbered." At that precise moment, there was a loud crash from the bathroom, which caused us all to stop what we were doing. We stared at the bathroom door, as if we could see through it, then at each other. I ran over to the door to see what was going on, leaving Roger and Mimi behind, both of them looking a combination of amused, concerned, and confused. I knocked lightly on the door.

"Maureen? Are you okay in there?" There was no response, so I pushed the door open carefully, finding her curled up in a ball on the floor, sweating, shaking and looking otherwise completely petrified. I picked her up, carrying her into the common area, realizing for the first time how much smaller she was than I remembered, she was so light, so thin…so much like Mimi had been that last Christmas Eve, not at all the Maureen that I remembered…