Minnesota, if there was anything about Minnesota that Daisy had always remembered it was their terrible winters. Snow blanketed the entire town, and the wind made her shiver just at the thought of it.

As the brisk air whipped around her face she drew her white fur coat closer to her; hoping to gain some sense of warmth while she walked down the quietest city street she'd ever been too. Why Nicky so desperately wanted to come back to this simple place she would never understand.

Walking down the grey empty street She approached an older, taller building that read "46 East" in white on the front of a dark green overhead that sheltered the top of a cement staircase. Her aunt told her this was where he resided so she hastily walked up the steps through the door to the complex.

The building itself was far too old for liking, she felt as if the walls were crumbling minute by minute and that with just the right gust of wind the whole place would fall to ash, though she supposed it suited him fine.

Strangers smiled as she walked past. The people here were always pleasant, they greeted her as if she were a celebrity and even if she hated this stiff town of Minnesota she would always feel welcomed.

She headed over to a black elevator where on the inside the walls were painted a deep shade of red. She looked at the buttons on the side and thought... The fifth floor, she strictly remembered her aunt repeating the fifth floor, room number... Oh the room number doesn't matter now! Shed remember it when she sees it. Who can think of numbers at a time like this anyhow?

After what felt like forever the elevator doors finally opened to let her out. She walked endlessly down the halls to find his apartment when she finally found him, turning his key and unlocking his door.

Hastily she walked toward him, calling his name out. Just as he turned to see who Was so eagerly calling for him he felt Daisy wrap her thin arms around him, hugging him as if she were clinging to him.

He was less then eager to return the gesture and instead stood their, still as a statue with his face full of utter shock. She finally untangled her self and looked up at him with those same unfazed bright yet sad eyes. "Oh! How I've missed you- I'd been trying to get ahold of you for sometime. I was worried id lost you forever until I spoke to your mother. Dear aunt had been so concerned about us after shed heard about everything. Come, I have much to tell you."

She disappeared into his home, As if the Air in her voice was what whisked her away into the apartment.

It all happened so fast he believed it didn't happen till he turned to see her sitting their on his couch. "Daisy-" he whispered- so quietly it felt he was trying to shake his own disbelief that she had actually come after all that time of running and hiding. Standing at the door too long, he slowly walked inside and shut the door behind him. He took his shoes off and set his briefcase down, the effect the blonde haired devil gave him left unfaded as he slowly walked over to where she was sitting.

She didn't say anything as he walked over; No reason of why she went searching for him, no excuse for why she had been unable to get in touch with him during the last three or four months- nothing. Instead she stared out of the window across from her, her eyes lost in the grey clouds setting outside of his apartment. She seemed so far away he felt it inconsiderate to interrupt, but the memory of all the that she did clouded any feeling of concern he might have held for her.

Furious he walked over and stood in-front of her, blocking the view of the window with a less then pleased expression on his face. "What are you doing here? Why have you all of a sudden decided to come to Minnesota?"

She raised her head, her Bambi eyes meeting his cold blue irises. She was hiding something. He could see it in the way she looked at him. After moments of silence another far more consuming question plagued his mind.

"You said my mother seemed concerned after hearing all that happened- what did you mean by that?" He knew she wouldn't dare tell his mother of all people what had happened just last summer, and he had been too far deep wallowing in sadness for the mourning of his friend to even bare mentioning his Name; it had to be something else but what else could be more tragic?

Frustratedly she stood, brushing past him to walk to the window; the hem of her long light pink dress fluttering behind her. "For goodness sake don't you read the papers? It has to be in the papers- it must." Her words became a jumbled whisper as she reached the window, as if she were arguing with a voice inside her head telling her otherwise instead of the man she came all this way to find. She began looking out of the window again, her breathe fogging it as her fingertips gently touched the icy cold glass.

Nick had not, in fact, been reading the papers. After he saw the way those tabloids, those vultures made such awful stories and wild accusations about Gatsby after his terrible death he promised to never give into their words again- hadn't even glanced at one since.

"No, no I suppose I haven't. What about the papers? What happened since I'd left that's so troubling?"

She raised her head up and looked at him through the reflection of the window and in a grave voice she spoke. "I left Tom you know."

"No, no I did not know. Is that all?" He didn't want to seem so uninterested, but it was the only response he could provide. It only came as a surprise that she Couldn't play the ditzy wife any longer and not a single part of that idea was necessarily a depressing one. None of their lives were meant to be lived blissfully anyhow, not for long anyways.

She rubbed her lips together, her face in the saddest, dullest form he'd ever seen. "I saw the kind if man he truly was, not the man I fell in love with- or thought I'd fallen in love with. Once we left for France after the accident he had become much colder, crueler. He kept me under his watch Nicky, and if I were to slip away for just one moment he'd be sure to be stern."

So had she come to get away? Such an odd place to go, he would have suggested she run away to Louisville or with Miss. Baker for awhile instead of coming here. "Oh- and how is that? Is that what you're doing here in Minnesota then? I can't see-""

She quickly turned to face him, her eyes interrupting him.

"Listen Nick, when we came back just a few months later, after all the talk had gone down I was able to get in touch with Jordan again. It had been so long since we'd seen each-other and I missed her dearly. I called her about a thousand times when She finally answered and agreed to come over to my house. I know our friendship would never be the same after id left but I wanted to try. Once she arrived we sat on the couch- it all felt so distant between us then. To save the conversation I asked how the two of you were. I left so quick I wasn't aware you had left, and she sort of fell silent for a moment. After enough prying she finally told me, in a low voice that she had loved you once. I'd never seen her cry till then."

Was she here to drag him back then? All these stories had been so inconsistent that if she had mentioned the reason that she was here, it was lost on him. And though he could hardly believe Jordan Baker would say or do any of the things she had just mentioned, these stories she told had to be apart of some elaborate idea that got her to throw herself into the city of Minnesota, smack dab in the middle of winter. "I don't understand. What does Tom or coming to Minnesota got to do with her?"

"I wasn't finished. She had been upset for a long time after that, it took me quite a while to calm her down and at one point Tom got tired of hearing it. He rushed into the room we were in, shouting about how awful of a man you were and she would be stupid to be so upset about you. We were having a row that day already, and Jordan, so angry and bitter toward him said to go to hell and that he was no better. I never thought he'd strike another woman but he did. I'd tried so desperately to stop them both but they wouldn't listen. As she ran out I yelled at him, pushed him off of me with all my might and tried to go after her but she already sped off by the time I'd swung open my door. I watched as her headlights and our friendship faded into the distance."

He heard her whisper to herself what might have been her only regret. "I never should have married him."

Uncontrollably He clenched his fist; anger burning in him like no other for some sort of an answer. "So you finally saw him for the man he was? You didn't have to stay with him- he loved you unconditionally but you let him die and let that rotten scumbag take you again. It was all your fault - and now Jordan had to pay the mistake for him too."

"What do you care?" She cried, her voice unsteady, shaken like the aftermath if a terrible earthquake. "You had left too without even telling her goodbye. You didn't show her you loved her ever not in the way she loved you."

"And how would you know? You left Gatsby- you left everything after it had all fallen apart.! Do you even know How she is now? Had you even cared to check on her-"

"That's it don't you see!" She screamed, Fresh, crystal clear tears falling down her colorless face. She stormed away from her place at the window to the middle of the living room, wiping her eyes with her hands. "Jordan is dead! She died in a terrible car crash after leaving my house. She sped off way too fast- it was too hard to stop. I tried to go to her but Tom pulled me away, saying it was all her fault anyhow. That's why I left him- he killed her Nicky! That's what I came all this way to tell you if, if you would have just listened!" She bent down to her knees and sobbed, a shattered porcelain doll dressed up in pink laying in the middle of his floor.

Suddenly he felt the same antagonizing feeling of wishing for something that Jay must've felt his entire life. He wanted to yell at her for being with such a harmful, hateful waste, for creating this mess they had been so unsuspectedly thrown in; he wished with ill will and cold malice he could find Tom and make him give back all the life he took; he wished to bring Jordan back and yell at her for being so reckless yet the only thing that escaped him was heavy silence.

He stumbled his way on to his couch, his hand pressed against his for head. It wasn't so much the thought that she was dead yet, but the fact that everything he ever cared about from that Summer was now truly gone forever. Her still being there had brought him a comfort that that summer hadn't taken everything but now there was truly nothing left. It was taken, All by the hands of one cruel and selfish man.

She sat up and looked at Nick sitting on the couch, disgusted that he hadn't done anything to comfort her. He had not even said a word or shed a tear since she uttered the word 'death' And suddenly she felt very alone. It was so cold in that room- so very dark and very cold- but that's how everything felt now a days. She brought herself to her feet and dried her eyes to walk to the front door. She grabbed the door handle and swung the door open, standing in the open doorway a moment longer to say one last thing to him.

"The funerals in two days." She sniffed. "It'll be in New York- she's to be buried in the same place they buried Jay. I suppose that'll make it easier for you to see them both. I hope you'll be their Nicky- if not for me then for her."

He couldn't even turn to look her in the eye before he heard the door slam shut.