Dan walked into a waiting room at Bellevue Hospital Center.

He looked around solemnly.

Every single person was here for their someone; their someone who needed care.

Dan sat in a corner, and picked up an ESPN magazine, and started flipping through the pages. He wasn't really paying attention to the magazine, though.

It gave him something to focus on, to keep his mind off of Natalie.

He put the magazine down and watched the clock.

The hands of time didn't speed up for him, as he hoped they might.

One of the cruel ironies of life, he thought silently.

Time listens to no man.

He laughed to himself quietly.

So true were those words, as they stuck in his mind.

Alone for a while, I've been searching through the dark

For traces of the love you left inside my lonely heart

To weave by picking up the pieces that remain,

Melodies of life - love's lost refrain.

Dan watched as the clock ticked along, striking 11:00 pm.

Most people in the room had left, but he still sat there.

He walked up to the receptionist, a woman in her twenties with auburn brown hair, and asked her about turning to CSC.

She smiled warmly at him, and changed it for him.

"Good evening. From New York City, I'm Casey McCall, sitting next to Bobbi Bernstein, who is sitting in for Dan Rydell," Casey said.

"Those stories plus, We'll show you some Magic in Utah, some Heat in Detroit, and some Bulls rushing in Texas," Bobbi said, with a smile.

"Plus, we'll show you how they are spending money in California, and how they are receiving big money in Washington. To top it all off, we'll even give you a sneak peak into something exciting going down in Minnesota. You're watching Sports Night, on CSC, so stick around," Casey said.

As commercials rolled, Dan's thoughts drifted again.

Our paths they did cross, though I cannot say just why.

We met, we laughed, we held on fast, and then we said goodbye.

And who'll hear the echoes of stories never told ?

Let them ring out loud till they unfold.

Dan's memories of the past rushed into his mind like a flash flood.

"You know what the trick is Dan?" Natalie asked.

"What?"

"Get in the game!"

That was the first time he felt he had connected with her, understood her, in a strange way, felt her.

He stretched his legs out from the chair, and leaned back.

His thoughts drifted to more memories of Natalie, her face, her voice... her.

In my dearest memories, I see you reaching out to me.

Though you're gone, I still believe that you can call out my name.

He woke up startled, to the receptionist tapping him.

"Sir, its one o'clock," The receptionist said.

"Thank you," He mumbled.

"Are you waiting for news on someone?" She asked as he sat up.

"Natalie Hurley," He said.

She walked back to her desk, and looked through a book.

"She's upstairs. I can probably get you in to see her tonight, if you want," the receptionist said to him.

"Isn't it after visiting hours?" Dan asked.

"If your the guy who rescued her, you deserve to be there. I'm bettin' that is what all those bumps and bruises are from," she said quietly.

"Do you think they'd let me stay?" Dan asked hopefully.

"Ya never know..." She said as she wrote down directions on how to get to Natalie.

"I'll call up there, they'll be expecting you," she said, then handed him the directions.

"Thank you ma'am, this means the world to me. I'm Dan Rydell, by the way," He said, shaking her hand, then she nodded.

"Lindsay Fuerstenau, my dad's Robert Fuerstenau," She said.

Dan stopped, and turned back, and stared at her for a second.

Her brown eyes twinkled slightly, and he smiled.

"Thank you," He said again, then walked out.