Phineas stared into a now cold cup of coffee at the Uncle Joe restaurant. The years of spending time with friends and building projects had come and gone. Now, was the time for working, and just to have work was hard to come by. Phineas had lucked up and finally gotten a job working at the Danville docks, helping loading and unloading the city's products; but just as things were looking up for him and his wife, the union that he had joined had decided to strike the shipping companies. The higher ups in the union were claiming some benefits were being withheld from the workers and such. So now, instead

Phineas couldn't find any more work; now waiting… wishing that his bad luck would just stop. It had been tough, very tough. Isabella, on the other hand, still has her small paying job at Uncle Joe's. The hours were extremely long, but she earned every penny that she got. "For love" she would always tell herself. "I'm doing this for love."

"No, not just love. I got to prove that we can hold on to the few things that we have left. Heck, it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not." Isabella glanced over at her husband and smiled. Phineas looked up and smiled back. "Me and Phineas, we've got each other and that's a lot. For love, we're going to give it a shot."

"… And what do you say in response to your political opponent's statement?

I honestly have to say that no, we are honestly halfway through where we want to be. My opponent's campaign on the other hand, is living on a prayer. Now, I'm not saying to take a hold of my hand and we'll make it through these tough times. He on the other hand, would swear that we are simply living on a prayer."

"Please turn that junk off," Phineas rubbed his temples in agitation. Isabella complied and turned off the small television in the corner. "Ugh, I can't take this anymore."

"Phineas don't do this again. Every time you do, it just makes the situation worse."

"I'm sorry hun, I just… I can't sit here anymore."

"But you've done everything we can right now. You've pawned your last guitar and you can't even find another job. It's tough I know; just let's just take it one day at a time."

Later that night…

Phineas shot up in bed, panting from the nightmare that he was in. Finally getting his breath back down to normal, he noticed soft sobbing coming from his wife.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Phineas asked, moving some strands of hair that had fallen on Isabella's face.

"Nothing's wrong," Isabella lied.

"Yes there please, what's bothering you?"

Isabella wiped away a stray tear as she rolled over to look at Phineas. "I just- keep dreaming of running away from this place, this situation, all of it. I just want it all to go away, you with me of course."

Phineas slid right next to his wife, pulling her in tight to his chest. Isabella laid her head on his chest. "Baby, it's okay; One day, someday, we will. We will get out of this place and live like we want to live, be the people we want to be. But for right now, we got to hold on to what we got right now. It won't make a difference if we make it or not, as long as we got each other. Personally I believe that that's a lot, having a lot for love. So we just are going to have to give it our best shot."

Phineas looked up at the barren ceiling. "We're halfway there. We are just living on a prayer." Phineas' hand found Isabella's and they held tightly. "I swear, we will make it. We're halfway there… we are halfway there…" Phineas drifted off to sleep before he could finish. Isabella quickly followed after, dreaming of a future, no longer having to live on a prayer.