Pam was swaying slightly as she watched Darryl and his band start to wind down for the night. The soft playing of the music was strangely comforting; like a soft lullaby soothing out of reality. Pam knew she had had enough to drink. She rarely drank as it was and now she wasn't sure how many beers she had thrown back in some feeble attempt to make that night bearable. She was glad she didn't drive, Jim picking her up that morning.

"Jim," she spoke softly, as realization set in. She was going to have to sit in the car with Jim on the way home. Anxiety set in as she thought of having to sit in silence; wanting so much to say something, but knowing she never would.

Why did she want to get married anyway? She was happy with Jim, happier than she had remember being for a long time. He supported her and her art, and made her feel loved. She should be happy with just where she was. But she wasn't. She glared down at her naked ring finger and felt a dull ache; like losing something she never had.

She suddenly felt nauseous, her sight blurring slightly as she realized she was crying. She quickly wiped her hands carelessly across her eyes, feeling stupid. She was going to find Jim, tell him that this is what she wanted. She wanted him. She pushed a quick breath out and turned around to find him.

And crashed full on to Toby Flenderson's figure heading around the corner. "Oh," she gasped, as she bounced off of Toby's figure. She stumbled, the alcohol inparing her balance, and Toby had to wrap his arms around hers to keep her from falling. She braced herself by flattening her hands against his chest. "Oh, sorry Toby, I didn't see you." She muttered, once again wiping at her eyes.

"You doing okay there, Pam?" Toby muttered, taking in her watery eyes. He still had his hands around her arms to keep her steady.

Pam looked up at him and forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine, I just uh," she paused, not wanting to share her secret hope for that evening. So she lied. "I'm just really bummed that you're leaving, I'm going to really miss you Toby." She nodded her head at him, trying to avoid talking about Jim at that moment.

Toby for his part had been quietly staring appraisingly at Pam's face, seemingly trying to memorize her soft features. Pam felt his thumbs grazing the sensitive skin of her arms as he rubbed them unconsciously against her.

"Some night." He mused, not releasing the hold of her arms or the attention on her face.

"Yeah, some night." Pam agreed, feeling suddenly awkward in Toby's embrace. She moved her hands off of his chest to step back, but Toby tightened his hold on her as his head dropped, looking at something intently at his feet.

Pam's heart suddenly began to race. All she could think was something bad was about to happen.

"Toby," she began, wanting to diffuse the situation quickly.

Toby's face shot up and pinned her with his stare; Pam's skin began to prickle.

"Pam, I have to tell you something," He began, his voice faltering as if he was struggling with what to say. Pam opened her mouth to interject, but he beat her to it.

"I'm in love with you." He finished, and dropped his gaze back to his feet. "I just, I just wanted to let you know." He sighed loudly and she could tell he was forcing a smile. Pam's head was spinning, she was suddenly fighting the nausea that ebbed up on her from nowhere. She realized with horror that she was going to be sick. She squeezed Toby's arms and took a deep breath in, willing herself to stop spinning. It was all too much for her to take in at that moment, and she suddenly regretted drinking anything at all that night.

Toby looked back up at her and responded to her grip, looking at her face once before he pulled her roughly towards him and into a kiss.

Jim was tired of waiting. He was tired of waiting for the woman he knew so entirely that he loved. He was ready. Pam had been his entire world for so long, and he wanted to show her what she meant to him. His heart floored as he downed the rest of his beer and tossed the bottle at the brick of the building, smiling as he heard the glass shatter. "Screw Andy." He spat as he pulled himself off the concrete, springing into his heavy gate. He felt his hands perspire as he thought about what he was about to do.

He didn't need fireworks, or music or the perfect setup. He was going to find Pam, tell her exactly what he means to him and ask her to marry him, right then and there. It was happening tonight.

The feeling of exhilarating washed over Jim. He could hear his blood pumping in his ears as he practiced what he was going to say.

"Pam, I love you, and I know this isn't exactly what I had planned, but I want to marry you…" he mumbled, shook his head and tried again.

"Pam, there's no fireworks, but I don't need them when I'm with you. . ." He rolled his eyes at his own cheesy lameness.

He was still mumbling and sprinting around the corner to find Pam. This was it.

He came to a dead stop and stared in horror; he didn't need to find Pam. It appeared that she had found him.