Oh, cause I don't know

I don't know what he's after

But he's so beautiful

He's such a beautiful disaster

December 24th, 10:06 PM, eastern standard time. For the first time in months, we're all together again. However, none of us expected the circumstances to be so unfortunate.

Mimi had seemingly fallen off the face of the earth after she left rehab. That is, until tonight. Maureen and Joanne found her freezing in Tompkins Square Park. She begged them to bring her here to the loft.

We've laid her on the table and covered her with our warmest blanket. Collins tried calling 911, but they put him on hold. Even if they hadn't, it might already be too late for them to be of any help. Roger is caressing her face and cooing words of comfort, but still...she's slowly slipping away from us.

As her eyes start to close, Roger pleads with her. "Mimi! You need to stay with me a little longer. You-you can't go yet because I...I wrote a song for you, and I just...really want you to hear it, okay?" She nods. It seems even that slightest movement takes her so much effort. Roger takes her hand between both of his and begins singing to her.

"Your eyes as we said our goodbyes, can't get them out of my mind. And I find I can't hide from your eyes..." Why is it when you fall in love with someone their eyes become the most beautiful things you've ever seen?

As Roger's song ends, I see Mimi's eyes close completely as she goes limp. Roger pulls her close and lets out a choked sob. "Mimi..."

My lungs freeze. I try to blink back the tears threatening to fall down my cheeks, but it's of no use. I can't do this. Not again. First April, then Angel...not Mimi, too.

A faint cough fills the loft and I gasp, finally remembering how to breathe again. She stirs again. My heart fills with hope. Maybe I won't have to yet.

She sits up as Roger looks in amazement. "I was heading towards this warm, white light. And Collins, I swear..." she takes his hand "ANGEL was there. And she looked GOOD." Collins smiles and laughs softly. Mimi turns to Roger and almost whispers "And she said 'turn around, Girlfriend, and listen to that boy's song.'"

Roger lets our a relieved chuckle and brushes the hair out of her face. "Look at you: you're drenched!"

Maureen leans over and feels Mimi's forehead. She smiles. "Her fever's breaking."

Roger climbs up on the table and pulls Mimi into his lap, holding her like he's afraid she'll disappear any moment. Joanne rushes over and kisses both her cheeks. "Oh, thank god! It's a miracle!" She smiles as she fights back tears. "Leave it to Angel to send you back to us." Everyone smiles in agreement.

Then, Mimi looks over at me. For a few moments I just look back at her. Then I slowly walk over to the table. I kiss her forehead, then lean in so mine is touching hers and hold her face in my hands. I look into her chocolate eyes and all of a sudden I realize exactly why they would compel Roger to write a song. I can't believe I , The Observer, never noticed how familiar they were, especially when she's smiling the way she is now. I smile back at her

"It's so good to see you again, sweetheart. Merry Christmas."