Patrick sighed. It could have been called a deep sigh, because he was deep in thought, but no one would expect that. Many more things went on in Patrick's head than he liked to admit. Sandy had just turned him down, for the third time, but that was not at all what was upsetting him. He had someone else in mind. He went home and put on his best shorts, ready to face another day, without ever having true love. The objects of his affections could never love him back ... Or could he be wrong?

Sandy had been sad to turn Patrick down. She couldn't betray her girlfriend back above the surface. That was true love. Or so she thought. Sandy hadn't seen her for years. Not since she had taken this stupid expedition to bikini bottom. Every day she put on an act. "Smile like you mean it." She thought to herself when she woke up every morning, but in truth she was sobbing her little squirrel eyes out every night. They weren't exactly on good terms when she was assigned to explore into the ocean. "I doubt she even still loves me." Thought Sandy. "I bet she's found someone else." She curled up. She couldn't even tell Spongebob, her best friend. Especially since he hadn't at all seemed himself lately. Something was on his mind.

Squidward squinted, and clutched his clarinet. "It'll never happen." He mumbled, before proceeding to play AFI's song "Silver and Cold". If he looked out his window, he would have seen Patrick there, about to ring the doorbell....