Remaining behind her computer had not worked.

It lasted all of ten minutes, during which time her stress level had risen to the point of causing her physical restlessness. She still struggled to identify just why the feelings inside her only managed to escalate. All she knew is that she had to find a way to remedy it.

Fortunately for her, working the floor was always an option. And though her sorting skills were at an amateur level at best, she needed the hustle and bustle of those surroundings to drown out her thoughts.

And then a letter destined for Paris made its way into her hands for sorting that stopped her in her tracks.

Holly's return had occurred. It was not as if it hadn't always been a possibility. In fact, the moment she put things into motion as a result of her own reckless curiosity, the possibility came into existence. It was never more possible than when Oliver finally wrote Holly a letter, the contents of which still remained unknown to anyone but Oliver. And it was inevitable the moment the lid snapped shut on that mailbox in front of Denver Mercy Hospital.

Then again, was her return even a result of the letter? The rain was pouring down when she watched Oliver stand in front of that mailbox, clearly conflicted-scared even. Could that explain why her return seemed so delayed-could the letter have never made it? Had she returned on her own accord? And for what?

Did the what-for even matter?

Wasn't this what she had wanted for Oliver-for him to finally get some closure with Holly? What had she expected?

She didn't know.

She didn't know what she had expected. And since her expectations were as undefined as her relationship with Oliver, it was no wonder he had barely managed to introduce her to his no longer wandering wife. Nor was it any wonder she was experiencing the emotional fit she had unintentionally worked herself into.

It was this lack of definition that plagued her thoughts. It made it impossible for her to confront how she felt about Holly returning. Did she even have a right to feel anything about it? Did she even really care about Oliver and Holly, or did she care more about she and Oliver?

Her mind quickly sorted through the catalog of times she and Oliver had agonized over Holly, whether verbally or non-verbally, together or alone.

The Posta-ball suddenly came back to her mind, and with it Oliver's gentle rebuke of her decision to teach Jordan a few dance steps. It was one of the few times he had ever revealed a manner in which he defined their relationship. It wasn't much, but it was something. Those dance steps were to remain between them, that much was clear.

But when she pushed her thoughts back further into their relationship, she remembered that day he canceled their dance lessons months before that.

So, in the event she should tire of Paris and return to Denver, then you'll be ready to…dance with her.

Yes. I hope so.

How is it, that in a matter of a few months, those dance classes had transformed from something to be reserved for Holly, to something Oliver could firmly place boundaries around in which she was included?

But, more importantly, to whom would those steps belong now? The thought caused a distinct pain in her chest, one she couldn't put words to.

It held them together. It felt like the only thing left to hold them together now. Once that was gone, what would there be?

Did it even matter-to whom they belonged? Or that that person might not be her?

It seemed like all the answers were so far away.

Or were they?

She shook her head, as if to shake the inquiries clear from her mind.

It only lasted so long.

When they began again, however, her focus began to shift. The thoughts that came didn't feel like her own-it was as if they had been suddenly brought to her, calming her spirit.

Was it more important to know what had possessed Holly to abandon her sweet, gentle husband, or was it more important to make sure Oliver had no regrets about this once in a lifetime moment-this long awaited return that had somehow managed to haunt not only Oliver, but her as well?

There is no question that she and Oliver shared a bond. It was undefined, but undeniable.

But what if the bond wasn't dependent upon what Oliver had with Holly? What if that bond was strong enough to stand all on its own, no matter what the future brought? What if she drew the boundary for her relationship with Oliver? What if, instead of protecting the dance steps like he had, she invested in protecting their bond?

That was her priority. That was something she could control.

She was inexplicably drawn to Oliver and all that he was, and all that he could be-there was always something more there, and that more is what gave her the peace that radiated through every part of her at that moment.

Perfect love casts out…[fear]…[and pain] and replaces it with hope.

Shane was ready to return to the DLO.

There are two possible endings to this story. Stay tuned for both!