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Jim looked down at the phone and tried to decide if he should answer it. "Ummmmmm…" The song continued to play and finally, grimacing, he picked it up, "Hello?"

"Who is this?" The female voice on the other end of the phone was sweet and gentle and Jim felt an instant liking for the woman, something he never would have thought possible from just three words.

"My name is Jim Halpert," he said, grabbing hold of Charlotte's hand and walking her towards the playground, only 3 blocks away. "It seems I have switched phones with Ms. Beesly by accident." Charlotte was swinging his hand back and forth and singing loudly. Jim made a "shush" face and she grinned, but stopped singing.

"Well goodness, isn't that interesting?" she said, a hint of laughter in her voice. "Are you," she paused. "A friend?" Jim heard the innuendo in her voice and laughed.

"We just met today. So, I can't say that we're exactly friends, no."

"Shame," she said simply and Jim could hear her smile. "How exactly did you come about wandering away with my sister's phone?"

"It's sort of a long story," Jim said. "But the Reader's Digest version is that we both tried to take our children to school today, and found that the school was closed. So, we shared a cab to 32nd street and I guess we accidentally switched phones."

"What a twist of fate," Pam's sister said with a chuckle in her voice. "Are you a single parent as well?"

"I am," he said and laughed. "You're quite nosy aren't you?" He never would have thought to joke with someone that he had never met, let alone even talked to for more than a few minutes, but he felt she wouldn't take it the wrong way. He was only joking.

She laughed gently and he finally realized the sound of her voice was distinctly like Pam's. Maybe that's why I like her. Pam was nice on the eyes and she seemed quite nice, under that whole "I'm a big museum executive" stressed out state she was in. "No, no, just trying to find someone good enough for my little sister." She added, "Well, when you see Pam to trade phones, please let her know I called, would you?"

Jim and Charlotte had just walked into the playground and Jim let go of her hand as she ran off to the swings. He stopped at the edge of gravel to finish his conversation. "I will do that…"

"Leslie," she finished for him. "It was nice talking to you Jim."

Jim smiled. "You too Leslie." He hung up the phone and let out a giant sigh. How in the world did I grab her phone? He looked up to see Charlotte climbing into a swing and pumping her legs ferociously, trying to make it go. He started wandering in that direction. And how in the world did I just have that conversation with her sister? Jim laughed to himself lightly and came up to his daughter.

"Want a push, princess?"

Charlotte grinned up at him and said, "Yes please, Daddy."

Jim circled her to stand behind her and started pushing her. Charlotte let out a little squeal and he pushed her harder.

Okay, I need to figure out how to get her phone back to her. Plus, I need my phone back.

"Faster, Daddy, faster!" Jim pushed her harder on the swing so she'd move through the air at a faster pace. She squealed again.

Alright, I have it! I'll just call my phone and then…wait, what's my number? Jim's face contorted into confusion, mixed with hilarity. How in the world do I not know my number?

"Charlotte, honey?" Jim called out to his little girl. "Do you know Daddy's cell phone number?"

She squealed once more as she flew high into the air. "Noooo!" The end of her response was that of another delighted scream and Jim cursed under his breath.

"Are you sure?" he called again.

He had stopped pushing her when she'd started to drag her feet in the gravel. She came to a complete stop and turned around to look at him, her cheeks flushed from the cool air. "Is it 555-6476?"

Jim tipped his head to the side thinking. "You might have it, princess." She smiled at him again and ran off to the slide. Jim followed behind her punching the numbers into the phone and hitting the "send" button.

The phone rang once, twice, three times and Jim was starting to wonder when Pam was going to pick up his phone. Finally a voicemail answered. Jim heard Veronica's voice say, "You have reached Veronica and Rib. We're in San Francisco right now, so leave a message and we'll get back to you next week." Jim was about to hang up but stopped when he heard Rib's voice say loudly, "ROCK ON!" Jim burst into laughter as the voicemail beeped. He quickly hung up, but knew that his laugh was going to be on their machine.

Charlotte looked down at him from the top of the slide. "What are you laughing at Daddy?"

He grinned up at her. "Nothing princess. Be careful up there." Charlotte nodded and then started down the slide. When she was at the bottom he said to her, "And by the way, that was your mommy's phone number."

She grinned. "Sorry Daddy." She ran off to go up the slide again.

Jim sat down Indian-style on the gravel, not really caring that he was getting dirty, and put his head in his hands to think. I have had this number for years. What is the matter with me? He tipped his head to the side. But, then again, it's not like I call myself all the time. And people don't really ask me for my number. It's not like I have woman lined up asking for it. He sighed. Yeah, wouldn't that be nice. He tipped his head to the other side. You should still know your own number Jim! He shook his head and stared down at the phone, willing it to jog his memory. He narrowed his eyes and concentrated when suddenly the phone started singing to him again.

Excitedly he looked at the phone and said aloud, "That's my number!"

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