"Damn it," Will uttered, scanning the buttons on the wall in front of him for the call button. Before he could locate it, however, the lights failed completely, leaving the pair in total darkness. The only sound was the small gasp that escaped Karen's lips as everything went dark around her. Memories of the last time this had happened to them floated between the two of them.

"What do we do now?" Karen's voice broke the silence.

"I don't know," Will admitted, and Karen noticed that his voice was closer than she had expected. "Wait, I guess. Sooner or later someone will realize the lift isn't working."

Karen listened as Will sat down on the floor, the fabric of his suit creating a soft "whoosh" as his back slid down along the wall. His legs must've been extended in front of him, as Karen felt the tip of his shoe brush her ankle for a fleeting second. Uncomfortable, she fidgeted.

From the silence, a high-pitched beeping rang out. Beepbeep…beepbeep.

"What the hell was that?" Will asked, his voice slightly on edge.

"Calm down, it's just my alarm," Karen explained, fumbling through her purse in the dark to turn it off.

"Alarm for what?" Will asked. Karen sighed.

"My shot."

Will didn't say anything and Karen couldn't see his face, but she knew he was silently demanding an explanation.

"It's a hormone injection," she told him flatly, her hand finally grasping the thin syringe out of the corner of her handbag.

"Hormone injection?" Will asked. "And all these years I thought you were only joking when you talked about being a man." This normally would've been funny to Karen, but the iciness of his voice and their recent circumstances indicated to her that she should take this as an insult.

Karen ignored him as she lifted her shirt a couple of inches, closed her eyes and plunged the needle into the soft skin of right above her left hip. She exhaled slowly as she pushed her thumb down on the plunger, releasing the substance into her bloodstream. Will could barely hear any of this, but he guessed what she was doing.

"You're really not going to tell me what you're taking hormones for?" he asked, his voice biting.

"No, I'm really not," she replied. He sighed.

"Fine, I don't care anyway."

His words were harsh, and both of them knew he didn't really mean it, but Karen felt hurt nonetheless. She thought about acting indignant and giving him the cold shoulder, but then remembered that he had every right to be mad at her - this time it had been her that walked out on him. She dropped her purse onto the floor of the elevator next to her and carefully sat herself down, from what she assumed was across from Will. It was so dark in there that her eyes still hadn't adjusted to the darkness.

"I tried calling," she stated, her voice almost a whisper.

"I know," he replied. This time, his voice was surprisingly gentle. He sensed her surrender, hearing the remorse in her voice.

"Did you get my message?" she ventured. She wished she could see his face.

"Yes."

Several minutes ticked by, with neither of them speaking. Karen longed to see his face, read his expression. But it was still pitch black, and she was giving up. He clearly had no interest in talking to her. A salty tear saturated the corner of her mouth.

Will did want to talk to her. He had been missing her since leaving Paris, no matter how upset he was. And in all honesty, he could never stay mad at Karen. But he did want her to feel bad - he didn't want to give in and forgive her like it was some easy thing, like she hadn't completely torn his world apart when she had failed to leave Stan that night in the hotel. He fought with himself about what to do before finally speaking. When he did, his voice sounded frail, not confident and empowered as he had meant it to.

"How could you do that to me?"

Karen suppressed a sniffle, not wanting him to realize her emotion. She considered her answer before she spoke.

"Will, I…I just couldn't do it," she began. Will scoffed, but she continued. "Everything just happened so fast. One day you were a completely impossible fantasy, the next you show up in Paris and tell me that you love me…and then suddenly I'm pregnant with my gay lover's baby, I'm going to leave my husband and my entire life for this…this uncertain future -" her sobs broke but she continued, "- which hadn't even been a possibility a week before…and then Stan showed up, out of nowhere…then suddenly I'm not pregnant?" she gasped for a breath between her flowing explanation and her sobs.

While her explanation still didn't fully justify her actions, Will was beginning to understand her side of it. He slowly edged closer to her, scooting himself so that their bodies formed a right angle, instead of being directly across from her.

"I was backed against a wall," she continued. "I felt suffocated and confused, and feeling a million different things at once. I didn't know what else to do. I was scared."

Suddenly, Will's hand was on top of Karen's. She jumped slightly under his touch.

"I was too," he admitted. Karen's sobs broke anew as Will wrapped her up in his arms. "But you chose him over me," he spoke into her hair. She shook her head and pulled back from him, resting her palm on his cheek to make up for the fact that she couldn't see into his eyes.

"No, no…I thought it was you that was suffocating me, but it wasn't. It was Stanley," she told him. She leaned forward, pressing her cheek to his as she whispered in his ear. "It's always been him. That's why I left him three nights ago."

Will didn't need light to find her lips immediately, capturing them in a sweet kiss. Her perfume tickled his nose as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her warm body.

"So what does this mean?" he asked, breathless, as he broke their kiss. Karen thought for a moment as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"You tell me," she responded. "In three nights I'll be waiting for you at the fountain in Central Park, at midnight. If you can forgive me, and if you decide you want to try this, then meet me there."

The lights flickered and slowly began to fade up.

"And if I don't?"

A wave of relief rushed over Karen as for the first time in over a week she looked into his eyes. She stood as she felt the lift lurch upward.

"Then we'll go on living, just as we have been. We'll turn a leaf over this and no one will ever know about it."

Will opened his mouth to speak, but before he could they had reached Grace's office. He hurriedly stood as the grate opened, and caught Karen's eye before she turned her back on him to greet a smiling and unsuspecting Grace.