Sorry about updates being so uneven. If you want to prompt me with songs, I will take anything. I'm sorry that this chapter is so literaly related to the song.


I met a friend in a bar last night

A girl from a far away past

We counted and worked out that it'd been more than seven years

Since we saw each other last

The phone in Teresa's house rang. She let it ring two times and then went over to answer it. "Hello?" she was surprised to hear who it was on the other end. It was a voice from Catholic school a girl she had known for most of high school. "Teresa it's me. I found out you were living out in Sacramento now and well I'm here so it been a long time…" her voice got quieter as she trailed off. "Y-yes it has been a long time." Teresa said as she ran her fingers through her hair, she was trying to stretch out the conversation. "How long has it been?" Teresa said. "Four." Maybe no, no it wasn't "Five." Trying to work out the years they both came to the conclusion that the exact number was probably seven years. "So…could we meet?" the friend asked in a pleading, anxious tone.

She looked so much older, I have to say

She used to dress so lively and smart

And now her colors they were faded and her hair was a mess

Her expression was tired and hard

Teresa was already sitting at the bar with her first bear it was cool outside and inside the bar. She pulled her black leather jacket closer to her body for extra warmth. She heard the sound of the bar door opening Teresa only turned her head slightly to gauge who the new customer might be. Her mouth dropped slightly when she saw who it was, it was her high school friend. She looked so much older Teresa almost didn't recognize her. The friend was incredibly dressed down even for a bar that served cheap beer; she wore sweat pants with a trench coat over it. It was much a change from her fashionable dress in high school. But what shocked Teresa the most was the expression on her face, a tired one which caused wrinkles on her forehead atop which lay messy and uncared for hair.

I asked her what she had been up to since then

She hesitated a while

She drew a nervous breath and sighed

"Not much to be honest."

Through a shame-faced smile

The friend sat down in the empty stool next to Teresa. "So what have you been doing since high school?" Teresa asked. The friend looked at the bar's counter drew in a breath, looked back to Teresa and said "Not much to be honest." She laughed a little and ordered a glass of champagne. "So what have you've been doing other than 'Not much'?" Teresa asked. The friend's eyes opened up wide and said "Oh, just a man." Teresa's eyes immediately returned to her beer.

We sat there all night, side by side

The conversation was slow

A few times I got up and said "Okay well…"

But I could tell she didn't want me to go

They didn't say much after the friend made that short confession. Teresa sank back into her beer, the friend kept drinking her champagne. Time passed very slowly, the clock had finally reached 11:30 PM. Teresa wondered how big her dark circles were getting. She had already tried getting up and going by saying "Okay well…" But the friend's eyes would plead for her to stay. Teresa stayed not really out of a duty towards an old friend but rather the pity that she knew her and the friend both wanted from people. It was disturbing to Teresa that she could be in want of the same pity from people that this friend wanted now.

At three in the morning she suddenly said

"Truth is I've done nothing at all

My mind's been much too busy thinking of a man

And waiting for him to call."

It was now three in the morning Teresa had a headache that bordered upon intolerably blistering, she ordered another beer. "You know the truth is…" the friend said "I've really done nothing at all. Nothing! Completely idle. This man I mentioned he's been on my mind all the time. I keep waiting for him to call." Teresa came out of the pain of her headache, and turned towards the friend. Teresa's eyes widened slowly.

"He left me on the day I turned 21

For years now I've been on my own

I'm scared that if I change or if I leave my house too long

I won't be there when he decides to come home."

"I met him when I was nineteen, he was amazing, just the most wonderful man in the world. He left me when I turned twenty-one. No explanation, just up and left. But I know he will come back because he loves me and I love him." The friend said breathlessly. "So…" Teresa trailed off and then said "What do you do with yourself?" "I just wait I don't change from how I looked when I was twenty-one and I just wait at home. You know because I want to be there when he comes home." The friend said. Teresa quietly internalized this. All of her police training had geared her to think that this kind of behavior often led to irrational behavior and possibly violent crimes. She wondered how the friend could survive this way in this kind of one-sided relationship. She hadn't considered applying this relationship to herself, not yet anyway, she was still listening to the friend's story.

I asked about the man and her eyes lit up!

The taste of his name brought her right out of her shell

She said "It wasn't always easy, he's a complicated man

But I know he loves me and I know he meant well."

"Well what's he like?" Teresa asked. "He's complicated; it's not always easy he's got a mission in life y'know." Teresa thought 'Well yes, you could say every man's complicated. But that's like saying Patrick is complicated because he has a mission of murder. But I suppose I allow him to be "complicated". She listened to the friend again "But y'know what I know he loves me and I know he meant well." On hearing this Teresa thought, 'Are you sure?'

"He still calls now and then in the dead of my nights

He asks if I'm alone in bed

And I tell him 'Babe of course I am, I'm yours now and forever

Please don't hang up!'

And then the line goes dead."

Wow nice guy…

"Well does he call at all?" Teresa asked. "Well now and again, like in the middle of the night he calls me. I try to get him to stay on the line he usually asks me if I'm alone in bed and I say 'Of course I am and I'm yours now and forever.' And then I say 'Please, don't hang up!' And it's the funniest thing the line always goes dead." Teresa simply looked at her thinking 'Wow, nice guy.' But she said "And now what're you going to do?" the friend looked back into her wine and said "Just wait I guess until he comes back." 'What if he never does?' Teresa thought. But now Teresa was starting to draw the parallels between the relationship of this friend and the man and the relationship between her and Patrick Jane. She began to see the similarities and she did not like what was starting to become apparent at all. Teresa had heard and thought enough she broke through her alcohol haze and ignored the headache. She slapped money onto the bar and ran out thinking 'Please, don't let me catch whatever it is she has.'

I met a friend in a bar last night

A girl that lives in the past

I got up on my feet and I ran out

Thinking "Please don't let me catch that cruel disease she has!"