she didn't feel like moving.

she pressed the rewind button and watched him move and talk in reverse. watched him enter the room and cross his arms, and then say rats instead of rates.

the sign really did say rats.

but as she watched him talk, all she could really hear, hear in her soul, was his last. corny, yes. "too bad we'll never know... if this is the face you could learn to love."

oh but she did. she did love it.

not because it was handsome or erotic, gross, no, ick. but because it was him.

doyle. doyle. doyle.

the last kiss still lingered.

she felt the cushions move as she pressed rewind again. angel's arm went around her, and she wept.