Author's Note: this chapter's not that great lol..sorry. but i'm glad you guys like it so far )

Mark opens the door to the loft. Wow, I haven't been here in so long, it feels nice to be here again. It's unusually warm in here; I guess they finally got heat.

"Collins! You in here?" Mark yells.

Collins emerges from Roger's bedroom, not looking up from the papers he's reading. "Yeah, I'm right here. Joanne called asking if we wanna go get something to eat. Should we call Mimi? We haven't seen her since Roger –

He finally looks up. "Mimi!" he walks over to me and gives me a hug. I've always loved his hugs. They were warm and comforting, like Angel's.

"Hey Collins." I say with a smile.

"How's it been? I haven't seen you in a while." He says happily.

"She saw Roger today." Mark says softly.

Collins' smile fades away. "Oh."

Awkward silence creeps up on the three of us.

"So, where are we meeting Jo and Maureen?" I ask, trying to sound as cheerful as I could.

"Oh, right, umm, the Life... in about 10 minutes, they said." Collins replies.

"So let's go then. We've got a lot to catch up on." Mark says with a smile.

The three of us made our way out of the loft as Collins puts his arm around me. "I'm glad you're back Meems." He says softly with a smile.

"So am I." I reply.

We walk into the Life Café and realize that the two aren't there yet. "Let's sit over there." Collins points to a table in the back, by the bar.We walk over and I see the back door that led to the alley where Roger and I found out about each other. That was two years ago, and I remember it like it happened yesterday. I smile to myself as I remember his lips finding mine with ease.

The three of us sits down and the waiter comes and asks us what we want. "Can you give us a minute, we're still waiting for two of our friends to get here." Collins says to the waiter nicely.

"No problem. I'll be back in a couple of minutes then." The waiter smiles, and walks off.

"Oh there they are!" Mark says looking out the window, and sure enough, there were my two friends, walking in.

"Mimi!" they both said together. They ran towards me and give me a big hug.

"Hey guys." I laugh.

"Wow! We missed you!" Maureen says happily, as her and Joanne takes a seat.

"We're glad you're back Meems." Joanne smiles.

It's just like old times. I wonder how I would ever get by without these people…the thought itself gives me shivers.

We walk to the loft laughing and joking around like we used to. For the first time in weeks, I feel like I'm whole again.

The phone rings just in time as we walk into the loft.

"You guys want a beer or something?" Mark asks as he opens the fridge, ignoring the phone.

SPEEEAAAAKK! "Mr. Cohen, this is Dr. Roberts, I called because of Mr. Davis. He –

Mark runs to the phone and picks it up. "Hello? Yeah, what's wrong with Roger?" We all stand there and stare at Mark talking into the phone…what was going on with Roger? It was almost 1:30 in the morning…why would the hospital call so late? "Ok…umm…we're on our way. There's five of us coming…no, Roger would want us all there…ok…thank you." He hangs up the phone gently, but doesn't look up.

"What's wrong Marky? Is he alright?" Maureen asks.

"Umm…we've gotta go…" he says softly, putting his coat back on, still not looking at us.

"Mark, what's going on with him?" Collins asks as we all put our coats back on.

"The doctor said he's not waking up…he's still there but his breathing's not right…" he replies quietly. He's fighting back tears, and we all knew it. I sit down on the couch, I feel like my whole world is about to fall apart. I just talked to him a few of hours ago; he couldn't have gotten worse that quickly.

"Meems?"

I put my face in my hands, trying to stifle the sobs.

"Mimi, we've gotta go…he doesn't have much time left." Joanne says gently as she puts her arms around me.

A pair of bigger hands lifted my face from my hands. "Mimi, listen…I know this hurts, and I wish this was all just a bad dream and I can wake up from it soon…but this is real, and we've gotta face it sooner or later. Right now, Roger needs us there with him." Mark says softly. I slowly get up, wiping away tears.

"Alright, let's go…" Collins says sympathetically.

We walk out of the loft, fearing the worst.