"Please, Michael... Don't go... I love you..."
Michael froze when he heard Marcie's voice. "Marcie!" He yelled, running into Angel Square. He was filled with relief when he saw her, lying on the bench he had donated in honor of Gabrielle.
"Thank God!" he said, running over to her. He took her in his arms, startling her awake.
Marcie looked at him in a daze, feeling his fingers running through her hair.
"I've been looking everywhere for you." He said, before softly kissing her mouth. "What are you doing out here all by yourself?"
Marcie looked at him. "I-I wasn't by myself. I was with-" She looked around, shocked to find that she and Michael were alone.
"What's wrong, Sweetie?" Michael asked. "Who was here?"
Marcie stood and looked around once more. "Where's Al?"
Michael looked at her with surprise. "Marcie-"
She stood and walked over to the fence, leaning against the rail, gasping when she felt Michael's strong arms around her and his soft lips kissing her cheek. She sighed as she leaned into his muscular body.
"I'm sorry I hurt you so badly." She whispered.
Michael turned her to face him. "Hurt me? Now what makes you think you hurt me? I was just so worried about you, Sweetie. I looked everywhere for you."
Marcie shut her eyes, trying to make sense of the situation. "But, you saw us! You were so hurt."
"No, Sweetie. I'm fine. I'm just so glad you're okay." Michael said.
"But on the rooftop, you said you saw me with Al, and-"
Marcie stopped when Michael held a finger to her lips. He tried desperately to hide the grin on his face.
"What?" Marcie finally said.
"You were dreaming, Sweetie." Michael said. "It's okay."
"No, I- He was right here, on this bench! He-" Marcie said.
Michael saw her shiver from the cool night air and took off his jacket, wrapping it around her shoulders. "It's cold out here."
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Come on, Sweetie. Let's go home."