Jordan never spoke of her midnight walk and her talk of God to anyone, especially Woody.

She realized when she saw Woody the next day; she had nothing to say to him. So she kept walking down the empty corridor. "Jordan!" he yelled down the hall, struggling to catch up. "Jordan." He stated with more anger than before. He grabbed her arm gently pushing her to the side "Jordan Stop."

She looked him in the eyes and stopped walking. "What is the matter? Talk to me please."

She groaned and stared at him for a moment. He could see the sadness in her eyes, the dark circles and the sleep still crusting her chocolate eyes. "What?" she whispered after a moment.

"Stop this NOW, stop playing games and tell me what is wrong." He said it flat out… he was tired of the dance. The dance was what got them in trouble in the first place.

"What is the matter?" she spit out bitterly, "What's the matter?" she flung up the file she was holding, papers strewn out all around them, fluttering to the ground. "I'll tell you what's the matter… when I was ten years old my mother was murdered, when I was twelve my best friend turned around behind my back and told everyone in school I was a slut… when I was…" she broke her speech for a moment to look at his eyes but she remained callous "When I was fifteen I wasn't invited to the only party that I ever wanted to go to in my entire life…" she turned and fluttered away, he didn't even see her leave.

Before she knew it he was standing in her office, her file and papers in hand. He set them on her desk gingerly. "I saw you out front of my apartment last night… was there something that you wanted to tell me?" he asked softly. She didn't turn to face him, but she nodded, staring out the window. She heard him sit down on her couch. "What was it?"

"I once saw a dog on the side of the road… it was all mangled and hurt… I wanted to pick it up and carry it somewhere good, better than where it was at that minute… but I couldn't because it disappeared to fast." She whispered the ending, living in her memories for a minute… "I was thirteen." She added as an afterthought . "See it was stupid… that's why I didn't come up."

"I don't think its stupid Jo… I thinks its you… I think all of it is you, and the way you are… Jordan, I know this is hard to believe, but I love you… for all of it."

"Why?" she asked with a childlike softness in her voice.

"Because when I was sad, and hurt and alone, and scared, I looked up and I saw you standing there… I never needed anything else."

She looked at him and smiled. "Have you talked to your brother lately?" she asked, the force of the question caught him off guard.

"What?"

"Your brother? Have you talked to him lately?"

"Last I heard he was in Kewaunee…working as a mechanic for an automotive repair shop."

She paused for a moment and looked at him "is that good?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"He can do whatever he wants now, I don't care."

"Don't be bitter Woody." She said

"What the hell is it with you lately; you're like the queen of bitterness."

"I know…" she said softly "I know."

After a long moment he stared at her. "Come with me…" he whispered, grabbing her hand. He held it warmly and led her through the halls, past Nigel and Garret as they showed up to work, coffees in hand. They stared in bewilderment as the elevator doors closed behind them.

"Look at the city at dawn." He whispered in her ear… as they reached the roof.

"What about it I see it all the time?" she asked sitting on the ground.

"Look at the colors." He continued "The purple and the green and the pink."

"Yeah its beautiful." She said standing and joining him.

"Yeah…beautiful." He whispered back, staring into her eyes entranced. "Jo, talk to me." He pleaded. He looked at her, how much she resembled a doe, soft and kind, yet the outside was tinged with a brokenness. She played dumb and that frustrated him

"Talk about what Woody?" she said innocently

"Stop playing dumb Jo, it doesn't fit you… talk to me about how you feel right now."

She stopped and thought for a long moment. "I feel sad." She mumbled, and looked out at the city.

"I feel like at any moment the world is going to crumble around me and that I'll be the only thing left standing."

She looked at him and she saw that he was almost in tears. "That meant so much to me Jordan, you have no idea…"

"Now you, talk to me." She stammered, holding his hand… thankful for the silence.

"Sometimes I wish it wasn't so hard to look into your eyes." He paused catching his breath, but before he could start again she had caught his lips to hers, a kiss, but not a kiss of love, nor of friendship, but of passion and comfort, it was for only a moment, then it was gone.

"Woody Hoyt run with me… please…" she whispered, tears draining from her eyes… he removed her coat… "Promise…"

"I promise…" he stuttered, kissing her again and again down her cheeks and neck, and pulling her into his lap. She sat there for so long… just laying against him, crying into his chest, her coat and scarf removed… his jacket off and tie loosened. He held her tight and listened to her sobs finally die into a gentle hiccup.

"There has never been another girl quite like you, ever." He whispered into her hair, straight and dark as a raven's wing. "And here we are, on the roof of the morgue… we have a choice Jordan… if fight or flight…" he held her there and wouldn't let her go. "I'm not letting you leave… your not a dog Jo, your beautiful and smart and funny and broken, let me in… let me try to fix you."

She was quiet and finally got up, wiping her eyes and sniffling. She stared down at him. "I feel like I've come undone…" she whispered, "you've always had that effect on me Woody Hoyt." He said nothing, just stood and took her hand, leading her away from the roof and the noise of the fans and the sky painted pink and purple and green.

He could almost hear the angels around them whispering something strange and beautiful… How long it had taken for them to get to this place… and here they were, in church sleeping with voodoo dolls. Sitting on the edge of a world where nothing was the same and nothing was familiar… he had to wonder how long it would take to mend all the hurt and the brokenness in their lives… how long until he lost her again.