Baby entered her empty apartment to find the only thing waiting up for her was her cat Mitzy. She tossed her pocket book on the kitchen counter and took a seat at the table. She couldn't get her mind off Johnny. Why couldn't she do it? She done it for nine years yet she couldn't seem to do it now. Maybe Amanda was right. Maybe she should have went and spoke to him. What would it have hurt?

Well, now she could say Amanda was right. Amanda had said that she would wonder what if or have second thoughts about not going to see him. Sure enough, that was what Baby was doing. Her friend knew her all too well.

Baby had never felt that connection with anybody since Johnny. She had never been in love since Johnny either. Even though it was only three weeks they spent with each other, they both fell hard for the other one. Plus both played a part in not keeping in touch.

Baby walked to her dresser and pulled out a picture she had kept of her and Johnny on the last night at Kellerman's. That was a very special night to her. She loved dancing in Johnny's arms. She felt at home there.

"I've never known anybody like you, Baby. You look at the world and you think you can make it better. If somebody's lost, you find them. If somebody's bleedin'..."

"Yeah, I go get my daddy. That's really brave. Like you said."

"That took a lotta guts to go to him. You are not scared of anything..."

"Me? I'm scared of everything. I'm scared of what I saw, I'm scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you."

"Dance with me."

"What, here?"

"Here."

"Cry to me." was filling her head as baby awoke from her dream. Sweat was pouring off her forehead. Her dream it was so real. Why were her memories tormenting her?

"Article is good. Couldn't have wrote it better myself." Patrick told Baby as he leaned up against her desk.

"Thanks. I worked hard on it." Baby said as she leaned back in her chair to notice Patrick glancing down at her.

"Well I got another article I want you to work on." Patrick asked with a big smile on his face. "James Thompson would normally head up this story but he is out and we need this ready in two days.

"Okay, shoot." Baby said wondering what it could be.

James Thompson was the "Arts and Leisure" writer. "There is a play here this week called Shall We Dance. I need you to give us a sum up of how it did in the box office and such, what it is about, and who are the lead actors. See if you can get me some interviews with the cast."

"Yeah, Amanda and I seen that last night, as a matter of fact." Baby said as the vision of Johnny drifted into her head. "Wouldn't they have left by now?"

"What do you mean?" Patrick asked Baby eyeing her closely.

"Aren't they just passing through?" Baby responded.

"Passing through? Oh, no Baby they are locals here from the college." Patrick said realizing what Baby meant.

"Oh I see."

"Well, at least you are familiar with it. Now just get me some names and such and you will be ready to go." Patrick said winking at Baby as he walked off.

Baby leaned back in her chair and stared out the window. It was hopeless her, past was here to stay. How could see actually see Johnny again? Then again she might not even see him while she got her story.

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