"I wonder if anyone has noticed us being gone for half of the day"

"Doubt it, they couldn't care less. Its a run out the clock kind of job." Jim grabbed a handful of lays chips from the yellow bag. He has heard Stanley use that line before.

"Ha. that's a good one. but no, maybe we should go back." Its not that Pam wanted to leave, she just...you know.

"Uh, yeah i guess we should." Jim was disappointed. They were having a great time. At least he was. Pam saw that Jim was bummed about going back to work. She felt bad. But they has to be professional. And She knew Roy would be a little UN-happy to find out his fiance left work with a co-worker to go to his house for lunch. Knowing him, he would immediately get the wrong idea. She picked up her purse and coat. Jim walked ahead, opening the door for her. They both climbed into the car.

"Hrm. i wonder if their in love"

"But were not even sure if their together."

"Oh come on Jim. Its so obvious. And i always know when 2 people are in love. Its a gift."

"Its a gift? Am in love, oh holy one?" Jim joked around.

"Yes you are. But the real question is, in love with who." Pam started the car and started to make her way down the road. "Who are you in love with Jim Halpert?"

"uhh"

"Come on Jim."

"ermm"

"JIM!"

"You OK. you!"

Pam snapped her neck in Jim direction with wide eyes. She went of the road.\

"Pam!" Jim's hand shot out and held onto the dashboard. The car crashed into a tree. The impact was hard. Pam hit her head on the steering wheel before the air bags exploded out. Jim rubbed his eyes to see the damage. His first thought was Pam. He pushed back the air bag to see her. She must have bitten her lip, it was bleeding. She moaned in pain. She had hit head heard hard on the wheel. She slowly sat up, rubbing the purple bump on her forehead. A tear rolled down her cheek. The pain was excruciating.

"Are you OK?" Jim moved her hand to see the golf ball sized lump.

"I'll live" She whimpered. "You love me?"

"Pam, its not the time to be talking about that"

"yes it is. Jim, you love me? not just like, but love"

"Pam please, not now.please"

"Jim,you're bleeding" Pam touched Jim's forehead

"Pam,I'm fine"

The roaring noise of an ambulance crept closer.Jim pushed open the scratched door. The Ambulance stopped close to the car. A paramedic jumped down and walked over to Jim.

"Sir are you OK?"

"Yeah. Yeah i am. But,uh, my friend might not be.Shes concsious,she was talking. But she hit her head hard, she might have a concussion." Jim saw a red drop fall in front of his eyes. He placed his hand on his forhead and traced the outer lining of the gash. He winced, the pain set it.

"Sir you need stitches,Thats a severe cut. Johnson put the man in the ambulance. Brown, help me with the woman in the car." A large black man paced over towards Jim and ushered him the the ambulance. Jim sat down and lowered his head. the blood seemed to pour out of the top of his head. He began to feel dizzy. He lifted his head. He didn't even notice that Pam was laying in front of him on stretcher. a Police man walked over to Jim and leaned into the van.

"Sir."

Jim Barely heard him.He just looked down at Pam. She wasn't dead, but he felt like he should be mourning.

"Sir?"

The Police man tapped Jim on the shoulder. Jim swayed. A woman rushed over to help him. Jim's eyes shut.

"Jim?" Pam Whimpered.