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XX

Pam watched as Jim's fingers danced on the steering wheel; a nervous habit she could well recognize. Jim was anxious. But what about, she couldn't place. She knew he wasn't excited at the aspect of her living away for a few months, but neither was she. She knew he was willing to follow her to New York, but more than that, she knew he was proud of her.

Maybe it was the way the snow fell in large armies of masses, making a relatively easy two hour drive to creep by. Maybe it was a combination of the two. Pam laid her head against the rest and watched the snow blot out the world.

Jim's nerves were on fire. The weather had taken a turn for the worse. Scranton was cold most of the year, but he hadn't expected it to snow this badly this time of November . Jim was pretty confidant driving in the snow, he'd been doing it for over 10 years. But never had he been carrying such precious cargo before, and never did he remember the weather being so unpredictable. It was all he could do not to get lost in the downpour of white flecks that bounced off his windshield.

They had turned off the interstate about 25 minutes ago, an accident closing off their route. This didn't do anything to slate Jim's nerves, but he didn't say anything as he pulled off and took a more scenic route that would lead them the back way up Pennsylvania. This easily added another hour to the trip, which wasn't any better with the snow.

Jim was lost in the downfall until Pam broke the silence. "Hey, truth or dare."

"Uh. . ." Jim tried to think of something funny to say, but his state of nerves kept anything from coming. He gave up and chose truth, the only thing he could do while trapped in the car.

"OK," Pam giggled, obviously pleased. "How old were you when you first kissed a girl?"

Jim made a quick sweep from the road to look sideways at her. "Wasn't that you?" He quipped.

"Ha ha Jim, seriously. You're the one who chose 'truth'. Now come on." She pretended to get comfortable in her seat, making extra effort to place her hands in her lap so she could listen intently.

Jim sighed once, sure she caught the click is eyes made when he rolled them backwards. " OK, Beesly. I was 14," he began.

"Fourteen!? But that's so young!" Pam interrupted, obviously enjoying herself.

"You want me to finish or not?" Jim grinned at her, feigning irritation. When she remained silent, he took that as a yes. "As I was saying, I was fourteen, her name was Norma and it was a very awesome game of spin the bottle, ever heard of it?" He said in his best Andy impersonation. "Well, low and behold the coke bottle landed on her and. . ." he trailed off.

"And…" She encouraged, leaning in.

"And when I kissed her I missed and may have poked her in the eye with my nose." He sped all at once. "There, are you happy?" He asked, followed by a big toothy grin.

Pam couldn't help but laugh. "That is hilarious! Did you hurt her? Was she scarred for life?" She gasped between fits of laughter.

"Yeah, har har har." Jim mocked. "Laugh it up Beesly, remember it's your turn next, and I have a whole arsenal of embarrassing questions." He began to relax, not noticing that they hadn't passed any other cars on the road as they drove on.

"Oh bring it on Halpert, I am an open book." She shot back, fully concentrating on their conversation.

"Truth or dare?" He asked.

Pam thought for a second before answering, "truth."

There was a slight pause from Jim, and Pam watched Jim turned things over in his head.

"What would you do if I told you that I think we should get married?" He softly asked.

Pam's mind froze, along with her mouth. A rare occurrence for her.

Jim turned to catch her face, his eyes twinkling. Her lips pulled into a small grin, giddiness rising in her chest.

She was smiling when she watched his face turn back to the road and watched in horror when her eyes followed his to the road in front of them, painted in white and almost invisible except for a brown crust that stuck out from the snow. It looked like a bone that had busted out of the skin of a broken arm.

A large tree branch that had cracked away and now laid haphazardly in the middle of the road.

All words vanished as she felt Jim stomp the breaks and the car skid, but by then she knew that she wouldn't be answer his question.