Dan walked along a street in the outer suburbs of New York City.
He had driven along this street before to spy the place where he believed
Natalie was being held.
The house was darkened, curtains covering every window.
On first glance it was a normal house. But Dan knew something went on behind
those four walls, and he was determined to find out what, and with luck, find
Natalie.
He looked at the house as he neared it...
You never sang my songs, on this stage on my own.
You never said my words...
Wishing they would be heard.
A memory came unbidden in Dan's mind as he walked slowly along.
Dan had came into the Sports Night studio after the night Jeremy had broken up
with Natalie.
Dan had found her sitting on the couch in his office. She didn't look like she
had slept that night.
"...Natalie?" He said to her quietly.
"Hey Danny..." She had said quietly.
"Natalie, are you going to be all right?" Dan had finally asked, sitting next to
her.
"Danny, I gotta be strong. Yet I couldn't go home. I was so tired, and I
couldn't sleep. He really hurt me, Danny..." She had told him.
They had talked, and somewhere during that conversation, Natalie had curled up
slowly, and fell asleep.
That was the first time Dan had realized somewhat how he felt.
Sure, there were other times, but none stood out in his mind like that one.
I saw you smiling at me...
Was it real or just my fantasy?
You'd always be there in the corner...
Of this tiny little bar...
Dan stopped as he came to the house.
He stared at the door that undoubtedly held his friend.
Taking one slow breath, he walked to the door.