(It was Friday morning. Jim stood in the kitchen making a bowl of cereal, while watching Pam sleep soundly on the couch. He didn't know whether to wake her. Maybe she had a certain time she woke up, or maybe she was depending on him to wake her up. He set his bowl of Apple Jacks on the kitchen table and walked over to the couch. He knelt down and nudged Pam on the shoulder.)

Jim: Hey… hey… Pam. Hey, Pam.

(Pam slowly flinched her eyes and rolled over.)

Pam: Ugh.

Jim: Good morning.

Pam: Good night.

Jim: Hey I will take that pillow and blanket from you right now.

Pam: Ugh.

Jim: Want some Apple Jacks?

Pam: …yeah.

Jim: Very well then, but I do not want to hear any more moans and groans out of you.

(Jim walked back into the kitchen and made another bowl of Apple Jacks for Pam. As he carried the bowls to the living room, Pam sat up and stretched her arms.)

Pam: Thanks.

(Jim held out a bowl for her and she took it with both hands.)

Jim: Anytime.

Pam: Is it Saturday yet?

Jim: Are you like this every morning?

Pam: Not every day. Not on Saturdays and Sundays.

Jim: That is a relief.

Pam: Are you getting a shower?

Jim: Yeah but if you want to get in first you can.

Pam: At home, Roy woke up early to take a shower so I could have more sleep.

(There it was, her first memory of him. Of course she wanted to remember Roy, but she didn't think there'd be anything significant enough to remember. Apparently it was true though. There was something that only Roy would do that she would always remember. That was a good thing. Right? It showed that she did miss him. Or did she really?)

Jim: Oh.

Pam: I'm sorry. That was kind of mean.

Jim: No, it's fine.

Pam: I told you I might be a little weird the first few days.

Jim: It's cool.

Pam: I kind of miss Roy. I didn't really think I would, but I do. I don't miss him in that way though. I only miss the little things he does… not him.

Jim: Done with that bowl?

(Pam handed him her empty dish and Jim walked it to the kitchen along with his own. As much as he wanted to be there for Pam, it was hard. He didn't know what to say to something like that. Was there anything you actually could say to something like that? He walked back out to the living room and saw no sign of Pam. He looked around and found her in the bathroom brushing her teeth. He reached over her to grab his own toothbrush and bumped her lightly on the head. She looked at him through the reflection on the mirror in front of them.)

Pam: Sorry.

Jim: My bad.

(As Jim looked at her in front of him and through the mirror, he wanted to hold her. He wanted to tell her that he would love her and be there for her more than Roy ever could. He cared enough not to say anything though.)

Pam: No big deal.

(Pam finished brushing her teeth and turned around to leave, but was caught between Jim and the sink. She stood there for a few moments waiting for him to move, but he didn't. Jim leaned over her to reach the sink and Pam grabbed onto his waist to keep steady. When Jim pulled back a step, they both stared at each other intently. There was a long, droned out second between them where it was possible something might happen, until Pam dropped her hands from Jim's waist. Jim dropped his gaze to the floor while he tried to hold himself together for a few more seconds. Pam turned around and leaned into the sink realizing she was falling fast. Neither of them had a thought of Roy crossing their mind.)

Jim: Um…

Pam: You okay?

Jim: Um… yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Pam: Okay.

(Pam sidestepped Jim and left the bathroom quickly. How could she be falling for Jim? Jim. He was her best friend. She always thought he was good looking of course, but never had she thought she had feelings for him. Well maybe she did, but she didn't realize that he might have those feelings towards her as well. He didn't though. She was confused. She grabbed her clothes from her suitcase and braced herself to enter the bathroom again. Jim stood in front of the mirror shaving. This bathroom was too small for the both of them.)

Jim: I set the towels out for you.

Pam: Thanks.

(Pam set her clothes on the bathroom door, and placed her shampoo and makeup next to the sink.)

Jim: I'll be done in a second.

Pam: It's okay.

(They both gazed around the room in silence. It was awkward between them now. Something had almost happened. For both of them, something almost happening was too much to be happening.)

Jim: So… did you sleep well?

Pam: Yeah, the couch was fine.

Jim: That's good. Mark always complains that it's really uncomfortable, so if you want to have one of the beds every so often you can.

Pam: Sleep in your bed?

Jim: I'd be on the couch and you'd be in my bed… yeah.

(Pam reached to twist her engagement ring around her finger to give some sense of reality, but she wasn't wearing it.)

Pam: That'd be nice. Well not the sleeping in your bed part… not to insult you or your bed… because that's not what I mean… or…

(She was this close to standing up and kissing him. She couldn't even finish her sentence. She was restraining with every ounce of herself not to do something stupid.)

Jim: …or?

Pam: Jim.

(She could only say his name. At this point he was almost like a drug. She didn't know why, but after the current incident she wanted him. She almost needed him.)

Jim: One more second.

(Jim placed his belongings behind the mirror and turned to look at Pam.)

Pam: Done?

Jim: Yeah, I'll let you get your shower.

(The hot water that soon rushed over Pam's head was a reliever for her. She was so out of it. She didn't want Jim. She was just lonely. She wanted Roy. However, the name Roy slowly slipped her mind, while the name Jim stuck. By the time she had finished her shower and changed, Jim was standing in front of the bathroom door.)

Pam: Sorry I took so long.

(It felt different now. She was ready in her usual clothes that she always wore for Roy, and Jim was no longer a problem. She had just been caught up in the moment. A very long moment, but just a moment nonetheless.)

Jim: Yep.

(He walked into the bathroom and shut the door as she left. Pam sat on the couch and turned on the television until Jim was ready. He walked out of the bathroom shortly afterwards in his usual white button down shirt and black pants.)

Pam: Ready?

Jim: Yeah are you?

Pam: Yeah.

Jim: Let's go.

(Jim grabbed his car keys and opened the door for Pam. Although they both didn't believe there was anything going on, they didn't speak much for the rest of the day. They didn't think about Roy either. They didn't think about him at all.)