Jim Halpert had a lot of ideas about what life would be like once he and his fiancée Pam Beesly were married. Most of them included a modest sized house filled the laughter of children. He had always envisioned them with three kids, a dog, and a ridiculously happy life. These hopes and dreams seemed to quickly fade as he knelt beside her pushing down on her chest over and over.

"Come on Pam." He whispered before forcing his air into her lungs again.

"This weekend is going to be so relaxing. I don't think we've had a moment of quiet since we started planning the wedding."

"That's why I didn't hesitate to say yes when Uncle Paul asked if we could dog sit at his house. Even as a kid this was one of my favorite places to come."

"So what do you want to do the next few days? In addition to sleeping in and relaxing of course."

"I was hoping to go for a good run in the orchard tomorrow morning, watching all the DVDs we rented, and of course loads of sex."

"I think I can work some of those things into my plans, if I don't find anything better to occupy my time."

"Ouch Beesly, making me work for your attention. I suppose it's worth it."

Pam playfully punched Jim's arm and laughed.

"…27, 28, 29, 30. Just breathe for me Pam." Jim said before sealing his lips over hers and giving her two breaths.

He repositioned his hands over her chest and began to push. "1, 2, 3, 4…" His arms ached and his head was spinning. He was trying his hardest not to lose it completely.

"…27, 28, 29, 30. Don't do this to me Pam. Just breathe." He begged and delivered another set of breaths.

"Can we dog sit for your Uncle every weekend? I forgot how amazing this place is." Pam said as she placed her head on Jim's chest.

"Are you sure it's this place and not just my ability to make you groan for more?"

"While I greatly appreciate you abilities, I'm pretty sure they are only a portion of the magic at work here. I just love being able to actually hear the birds and be in the fresh air. Plus their pool is amazing. I've seen ones like it on TV, but I can't believe I've been swimming in one now."

"The pool is pretty great, but I guess I'm so used to it that the amazement has kind of worn off. Seeing you in a two-piece has brought a whole new excitement to the picture though." He said with a smirk, pulling Pam on top of his bare chest. "I want you again."

"I want you too, but can we please go down and swim? I've never been able to just wake up and go right outside for a swim. I promise we can come right back up here when we're done." She begged with a pout.

"That's so unfair Pam. You know I can't say no to anything when you do that. Let's get ready and go down."

Tears where clouding Jim's vision as he continued to try and resuscitate Pam. He rechecked for a pulse and found nothing. His hands were shaking as he pressed down on her sternum and he was finding it harder to maintain control over his emotions. He gave her two more breaths and tried to ignore the coldness of her lips.

"Please Pam, please come back." He pleaded as he began pushing on her chest again.

"Are you sure you don't mind me doing a few laps?" Pam asked Jim as he dried off.

"Of course not. I'm just going to go in and get a snack. You want anything?"

"Yeah, that would be great. I'm pretty hungry, seeing as we skipped breakfast."

"I'll be right back with a delicious brunch. Yell if you need anything."

"Damn it Pam, Breathe!" Jim shouted as he gave her a breath. "Now Pam!" He gave her another. "1, 2, 3, 4…" fear and anger were taking over as Jim realized he had never gone to get the phone. He was alone, no help was coming, and time was slipping away. It was his fault for leaving her and the thought of losing her made him want to die himself.

"Pam? Hey, I have the food. Pam?" Jim looked around the deck for her.

He turned around to look at the pool and his heart jumped into his throat. She was face down, not moving, not responding to his calls. He dove in and hoisted her onto the deck. She wasn't breathing, her lips where cold and blue. Jim tipped her head back, pinched her nose closed, and gave her two breaths. There was no pulse beneath the fingers he slid onto her neck. His mind raced as he placed his hands on her sternum and began to push down. Jim knew he needed to call for help, but the phone was all the way on the other side of the house. He decided to try and revive her first before going for the phone.

"…27, 28, 29, 30. Breathe." He begged again as he placed his mouth to hers. He felt her trying to cough and pulled his mouth back. "That's it Pam, come on cough baby, cough."

He rolled her onto her side and water poured from her mouth. She gasped and coughed, turning to face Jim. She gave him a weak smile.

"There you are." He choked out through sobs and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Jim, what happened? I remember getting kind of dizzy doing laps and I think I blacked out."

"I don't know. I came out and you were unconscious in the water. I didn't get the phone, because I couldn't convince myself to stop and leave you. We need to get you checked out though."

"Thank you." Pam said, stroking the side of Jim's cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Jim wrapped Pam in a towel and picked her up. He grabbed her clothes and took her to the car. The drive to the hospital was long and Jim kept his focus on the road, trying to repress the thoughts of Pam lying on the pool deck, cold and blue.