Considering Mark and Roger had nothing in their apartment, I had to find another food source. Mimi's apartment had a box of Capn' Crunch (it was actually Mark's box, but that's another story), which was better than nothing. But we needed real food! Mimi wouldn't get better if she ate cereal.

I returned the box to Mark, who dished it out to everyone. With my handful, it still wasn't enough to fill me, and Mimi was regaining her appetite. I needed to find something.

After waiting around, talking about everything for awhile, Mimi said she felt weak again.

"The room is spinning, and I'm a little weak."

I thought she was getting better, but I guess not. "Do you need anything, Mimi?" I was feeling horrible that she was feeling sick again.

She shook her head and lay back against Roger. "No. I just-"

"What?" Mark asked.

She closed her eyes. "I need to get some real heat. I'm freezing, I'm sick, and I need change in my life."

As I watched her slowly shift positions, her words started to sink in. "Of course, Mimi! This freezing weather isn't good for you."

"Hey Roger," Mark asked, "didn't you always want to move to Santa Fe?"

Roger nodded, but still didn't speak. He looked worse off than Mimi.

"Roger, you should take Mimi there. It'll be a good change for her... and for you." Mark then looked a little bit embarrassed. "But I'm not sure how you would get there."

Roger picked up his guitar, and finally said, "I'll sell this. I'll buy a car and drive us there."

Sell his guitar? Is he crazy? That's the one thing he cherishes most (besides Mimi, of course). How could he think of selling it?

"Roger, how can you think of that?" Mark asked.

"I love Mimi more than anyone I've ever loved before. If moving will help her, then I'll sell my guitar and get her there."

That's why Roger is such a great guy. He'll do anything for the person he loves. He was a wreck when April died, so if anything happened to Mimi, I don't even want to think about what he'd do.

"Do you seriously mean that?" Mark asked him again.

"Yes. I'll do anything for her." He handed his guitar to him. "Go find someone to sell this to whenever you can. I'd love to get Mimi there soon." He looked at her, who was sleeping gently against his chest.

He stroked her hair. "She'll get better. I know she will."