He jumps onto the elevator just before the doors close. She looks at him and groans. "Joy," she says to herself.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to have to wait on the next elevator."

"Why did you have to get on with me?"

"Wilhelmina we're the only people left in the entire building."

"You don't know that," she points out.

"At the very least we're the last people left on our floor."

"I'll give you that, just stay on your side this time. I don't want a repeat of the last time we were on the elevator alone together."

"I'll be on my best behavior."

"You're not going to try and kiss me again?"

"No. I don't enjoy being punched, but I know that you enjoyed it."

"You're right I did enjoy punching you, that's no secret, though."

"I think that you enjoyed the kiss."

"I most certainly, did not."

"Really? If you didn't get even the slightest bit of enjoyment out of it, then why didn't you push me away."

"Because I was too shocked to do anything."

"That's bullshit and you know it."

"Do I?"

"As much as you hate to admit it we'd actually make a pretty good pair."

"The bitch, and the wimp?"

"I try to carry on a conversation with you and... you know what, forget it."

"No, what were you saying?"

"Why does it matter? You're not interested."

"I am, for the entertainment value, at the very least."

"Think about it you're dominant."

"And you're way too submissive."

He locks his jaw, but continues despite his irritation, "We're yin and yang."

"What is your point?"

"We want the same things."

"I hardly thinks so."

"You want to be in charge of Meade, and so do I."

"Who said I wanted to be in charge of Meade?"

"You've always wanted to be in charge of Meade, you just didn't always know it."

"I won't deny it, I do want to be in charge of Meade."

"You want someone you can trust..."

"I don't think you'll be winning the boy scout award for trustworthiness anytime soon."

"I am trustworthy."

"Moving on," she suggests.

"We know what buttons to push to set the other one off, and which ones to push to calm the other one down. We both have very dysfunctional relationships with our families."

"I guess that is true."

"We want stability. We work hard, but it would be nice to have someone to come home to."

"I don't need someone to come home to."

"You need someone to satisfy your needs."

She doesn't reply.

"We'd both like to have a family."

"It's a little late for me, now."

"It's never too late. I know that I sound completely crazy, but just think about it."

"Aren't you having some fling with your assistant?"

"What?"

"Aren't you sleeping with Amanda."

"I have needs," he defends himself

The elevator doors open, and they steps off. They walk parallel to each other, until they reach the lobby doors. She goes to the right, and he goes to the left. They get into their cars, and head home. Wilhelmina tosses and turns that night. When she finally falls asleep she dreams.

She opens her eyes, and looks around her room. It's still dark. She adjust her position in her bed. She pulls her hand out from under the covers and lays it on something in the center of the bed. She notices a man lying in bed next to her, with his back turned to her. She scoots close to him, and places her left hand on his shoulder. She notices the cold, metal bands around her left ring finger. She hears footsteps coming toward the bedroom. She watches as a small figure appears in the doorway. It crawls over the foot of the bed, and boroughs between Wilhelmina and the body next to her. The man next to her rolls over, and opens his eyes. Wilhelmina stares at Daniel for a moment. Daniel casts his gaze onto the little girl between them. "Baby what are you doing in here? Shouldn't you be in your bed?" "I had a bad dream. Can I sleep with you please?" "It's up to your mom," he tells her. "Of course you can," Wilhelmina answers.

Her eyes pop open, and she looks around her room. She sighs in relief when she finds herself, to be alone in her bed. She takes a deep breath, and tries to go back to sleep. She's just getting into a good R.E.M. sleep when her alarm buzzes. She opens her eyes, and feels a little disappointed to find herself in bed alone. It was just a dream, she reminds herself. A nice dream, even if Daniel was in it. It was a nice picture, she adds. She takes a deep breath, and quickly gets out of bed, trying to forget the dream she'd had only hours earlier.