Just like Jack had promised, Liz had a visitor that evening. It was Kenneth, bringing a large plastic bag full of things. The page carefully took out each item and placed it on the table. There was some ice cream, which Liz immediately put into two bowls- oh, and one for Kenneth, too- a pregnancy test, one of Tracy Jordan's idiotic movies, and strangely, a pristine white shirt, a pair of boxers printed with the NBC logo, and a pair of socks.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Ms Lemon, those are mine." said Kenneth, taking the articles of clothing and tucking them back into the plastic bag.
"Why are they here?" asked Liz through a mouthful of mint-chip ice cream.
"I forgot to mention. Mr Donaghey wants me to spend the night here." Kenneth told her. "He says he wanted me to make sure you were okay. Oh, I wasn't supposed to tell you that… I-I mean, he wants me to make sure you're on time."
A rush of embarrassment flooded her. Did Jack not think she could take care of herself? "Well, thank you, Kenneth."
He beamed. "No problem, Ms Lemon! Should I put in the movie now?"
"Oh, I can do that." Liz handed him his bowl of ice cream and headed over to the television. See, Liz, you can do things on your own, she thought, crouching in and putting in 'Who Dat Ninja'.
When the movie was in and ready to start, Liz grabbed her two bowls of ice cream and settled on the couch next to the blonde page. Kenneth smiled at her, and pulled a thick red blanket from the back of the couch, which he promptly spread over their laps.
Liz was hardly through her first bowl of ice cream when she felt the foggy tendrils of sleep start to pull her under. She yawned, nestling in against the page and closing her eyes…
Thank you, Jack Donaghey, she thought. Thank you…
