As John and Jane slipped out of the courthouse, barefoot, onto the bright, sunlight streets of New York, Jane softly slipped her hand into John's. Feeling the warm pressure of her hand in his, John stopped, startled for a moment, and looked down at their intertwined hands before looking into Jane's eyes questioningly. Jane didn't speak, but smiled shyly in answer. Truth was, Jane herself didn't know what to say. She had no idea what had compelled her to take his hand in her own. She just had an urgent need to do it, so she did.

They set off down the streets of New York, headed nowhere in particular. As they walked, passersby did double takes. No one could blame them. Jane, in her crisp black suit, and John, dressed decently for once, were barefoot. He had no shoes in sight, and she carried her own smart heels in her hand. No one said anything; it was New York after all.

John and Jane, however, took no notice of anyone. Instead, they talked and laughed at the events of the past few weeks. It all seemed so far behind them right then. For that brief moment in time, the world seemed perfect, and they thought nothing could disrupt their bliss.

For a while, their bliss continued, but then they had to start living in the real world. It was going to hard, and would bring tears. Sometimes it would be fun and bring laughs. Tears or cheers, learning to live again would be easier if they had each other. John realized it, now he just had to make Jane...