(Pam silently sat in the car while Roy drove them home. Roy had been talking but she wasn't listening. She looked outside at the pouring rain and thought about what Jim had said to her earlier. Break up with him.)
Roy: Pam?
Pam: Huh?
(Pam was snapped into reality quickly by the sound of her name.)
Roy: Weren't you listening?
Pam: Uh…
Roy: How was your day?
Pam: Fine.
Roy: That's it? Fine?
Pam: I didn't stutter.
Roy: Are you mad about earlier? I said I'd make it up to you. I totally forgot it was Darryl's birthday.
Pam: I know.
Roy: Okay…
Pam: Why couldn't I go?
Roy: It was Darryl's birthday.
Pam: Yeah, but I know Darryl and he knows me.
Roy: Pam, it was more of a warehouse thing. You know, because we work with him everyday.
Pam: Oh, Roy.
Roy: What?
Pam: You… still want to get married?
Roy: Of course I do. Why?
Pam: Well you sure as heck aren't acting like it.
Roy: Oh, come on. Can't you at least wait until we get home to start a fight?
Pam: I'm not starting a fight!
Roy: Do you not want to get married?
Pam: I did.
Roy: You did? Wait, what?
Pam: Roy, sometimes you treat me like one of the guys. Yes, I'm your friend, but I'm also your fiancée. It'd be nice if you'd remember that sometimes.
Roy: I do.
Pam: No you don't, otherwise I wouldn't be saying this.
Roy: Well what do you want me to do about it?
Pam: Act like you love me!
Roy: I do love you!
Pam: Roy…
Roy: What?
Pam: I need to think.
Roy: Think about what?
Pam: This! I need to think about this!
Roy: Why? Pam, there's nothing going on.
(Pam didn't respond. Jim's words kept looping through her mind, over and over and over. Break up with him. She could break up with him. She could end their almost ten year relationship. Would it be worth it? It could be. She could stay with him. Stay with the only man she'd ever known and loved. Stay with the one she told she'd spend the rest of her life with. She wanted to stay with him. She knew she did. That was not the problem. The problem was that Roy was pushing her away. Roy was hurting her on a constant basis. Did she want that? Did she want a love that hurt and ached? Possibly. That was the real question. This wasn't about whether she loved Roy or not. The question was whether she wanted the love Roy gave her. Did she? She looked over at Roy and saw someone she gave her full heart too. She had worked so hard on this relationship to make it work. She couldn't give up now. Right? Unless Roy was never to going to change his ways… but what if he did? This was something both Roy and she cherished somehow and in someway. She didn't want to come to this point. She loved Roy. She loved Roy with her full heart and felt ashamed of her thoughts. Ten years. That's a long time. Why throw it all away? As she stared at Roy, with his gray Dunder Mifflin uniform and his eyes in the distance, she only heard one thing. Break up with him.)
Pam: Roy.
Roy: Yeah?
Pam: I want to give things a rest for a while.
Roy: What do you mean?
Pam: I mean…
(Pam took a breath and sighed. Don't look at him. He'll only make you cave.)
Roy: Yeah?
Pam: We need a break.
Roy: What? You mean, break up?
Pam: Well… no.
Roy: No?
Pam: No. Roy… I want to move out.
Roy: Move out? Pam!
Pam: It's either I move out or we break off our engagement.
Roy: Look if it's something I did…
Pam: We need to be apart.
Roy: You're serious, aren't you?
Pam: Yeah.
(Pam bit her lower lip. How was she going to move out? She had nowhere to go. Of course he would be the one who stayed at the house, though he had many options of places to go if he ever did move out.)
Roy: You want to move out?
Pam: Roy, I do. I'm running out of ideas on how to keep us together.
Roy: We're fine.
Pam: I'm not.
Roy: How can you not be okay when I am?
Pam: I need out.
(Roy pulled into their driveway and shut off the engine to the car. He looked over at Pam.)
Roy: Really?
Pam: Trust me, I'll be out of here as soon as possible.
(Roy opened up his car door and started to get out, but Pam grabbed his hand.)
Roy: What.
Pam: This doesn't change how much I love you or how much I want to be with you. You know that right?
Roy: No.
(Roy pulled his hand away and got of the car. He started towards the house, walking through the now light rain. Pam watched him walk away. She watched as he yet again hurt her and walked away. As she hopped out of the car and walked into the house, her tears mixed with the rain from above. She opened the front door and wiped away the water from her face. She heard Roy in the kitchen and walked over to him.)
Pam: I'm sorry.
(Pam turned Roy towards her and kissed him. She kissed him to show him she would still be there. She kissed him to remember him. She kissed him to end a chapter in her life. She kissed him to say goodbye.)
Roy: I guess you might want to start packing.
Pam: Thank you.
(Pam walked to their room and took off her coat and shoes. She found her suitcase in the back of the closet and laid it on the bed, before falling and lying next to it. She felt no emotion as she stared at the ceiling. She wasn't sad to leave. She wasn't happy. She was searching for peace. Peace within herself. Roy walked in and handed her a cup of tea.)
Roy: Here. I thought you might need something to warm you up from the rain.
Pam: Thank you.
(She smiled. She knew he was now sorry, but he was only pushed to this extent because she was at her rope's end. She felt something in her weaken; as she knew someday she'd be returning to open arms.)
Roy: If you need me, I'll be in the living room.
Pam: Okay.
(Roy left the room and Pam set down her tea. Before she packed, she needed to find somewhere to go. She didn't want to stay with someone who was friends with Roy. She wanted no remembrance of him. She wanted something new. Unfortunately, her and Roy shared the same friends. She sat cross-legged on the bed thinking of her fellow employees at the office. There was Angela or Meredith? No, scratch that. Meredith was a mom. There was nothing wrong with kids, but she needed some time for herself. Jim crossed her mind. Would that look weird? If she stayed with Jim would that lead Roy into thinking they were together? She had to face it. Jim was a better choice than Angela. Jim was a better choice than anyone. It'd make sense to turn to him. He had encouraged her to do this. There was still the fact that Roy might freak over her moving in with a guy. A guy she'd only known for a few weeks before he became one of her best friends. No, he was her best friend. She picked up the phone ready to dial his number… but Roy. No. This wasn't about Roy. This was about her. If he didn't like her staying with Jim, then she wouldn't care. She dialed Jim's number and listened to the rings. One…. Two…)
Jim: Hello?
Pam: Hey, it's Pam.
Jim: Pam! Hey!
Pam: Look… I have… something to ask you.
Jim: Shoot.
Pam: Well actually. About earlier…
Jim: Yeah?
Pam: You told me I should break up with Roy.
Jim: Oh, don't take that seriously. You guys are great together.
Pam: I thought about that. I've decided that I want to move out.
Jim: Move out? Move out of your house?
Pam: Yeah. I knew I had to do something. I mean he was never going to act any better unless I really did something. I'm not trying to scare him, because I really need the break too. I just… I don't know.
Jim: It's the right thing to do?
Pam: Yeah.
Jim: So where are you going?
Pam: That's… kind of why I called.
Jim: Oh.
Pam: Could I stay with you?
Jim: Well… I mean…
Pam: You can say no.
Jim: No, no…
Pam: No?
Jim: No!
Pam: Jim?
Jim: No as in you can stay.
Pam: Thank you so much!
Jim: But.
Pam: Yeah?
Jim: I don't have an extra room. I live with a roommate.
Pam: I don't mind. I'll stay on the couch.
Jim: Aw Pam, that sounds kind of… uncomfortable.
Pam: I don't mind. Really.
Jim: Okay, if you're cool with that.
Pam: Sure. What's the house like?
Jim: Well, there are two bedrooms obviously, one for Mark and one for me.
Pam: What's Mark like? Will he be okay with this?
Jim: Yeah he'll be cool. You're not stealing his bed so I think he'll like you.
Pam: Okay.
Jim: There's a kitchen, a living room, a dining room, two bathrooms…and that's it.
Pam: Oh I'm impressed.
Jim: How long are you going to stay?
Pam: I don't really know.
Jim: Give me an estimate here.
Pam: A few months?
Jim: Okay.
Pam: Why?
Jim: Just wondering.
Pam: Well I just need somewhere to go for now. I might end up buying my own apartment or something.
Jim: No, don't do that. If you need somewhere to stay, stay here as long as you please.
Pam: Thanks. I promise I'll help you guys with rent or whatever.
Jim: I'll take up your offer on that one.
(Jim and Pam both laughed at his enthusiasm.)
Pam: All right. Well. I'll pack my bags and bring them to work tomorrow. How's that?
Jim: Great.
Pam: Okay.
Jim: I think you did the right thing.
Pam: Yeah, me too. Thanks.
Jim: Yeah.
Pam: See you tomorrow then?
Jim: Indeed.
Pam: Don't forget.
Jim: I won't.
Pam: Sure?
Jim: Of all the people that could come and stay with me, you'd be the last one I'd forget about.
Pam: I had to make sure.
Jim: Yep, well now you're sure.
Pam: Yeah so I'm going to hang up now.
Jim: Okay then.
Pam: Bye.
Jim: Bye.
(Jim hanged up the phone and jumped on his couch to watch television. By tomorrow Pam would be sitting here. She'd be sleeping here. He smiled at the thought. Pam hanged up her phone and started to pull her clothes from the closet hangers. She was almost excited to leave. She was going to be living with Jim. She smiled at the thought.)
