Silently, Jim slipped out from under the covers and tiptoed to the living room. He closed the door to the bedroom, so as not to wake Pam, and turned on the light. The bowl of popcorn was still on the table where he left it the night before, and the remote control was sitting on the armrest of the couch. He walked over to the door and gave it an experimental push. It opened easily. Then he sat down in an armchair and put his head in his hands.
Well, what did he expect? Of course she was going to wake up the same Pam … the same engaged Pam. He shouldn't even be in the same hotel room as her, let alone the same bed. And of course she thought, in her state of sleepiness, that it was her fiancée holding her and whispering in her ear and helping her out with her nightmare. Who else would it have been? Her lovesick co-worker/best friend?
But it was Jim, holding her and whispering in her ear. It was almost cruel. Roy got to sleep next to Pam every night, and he took it for granted. Jim just got a taste of what it would be like to be Pam's boyfriend and he would never forget it. For that one moment she was his. His Pam; his best friend, his happiness. He thought it was ironic that the woman to who taught him to be happy was also the woman that was keeping him from being happy.
Jim pulled a notepad and paper from the desk in the room and wrote a note. He didn't try to explain how he felt … he could feel the hurt coming off of him in waves and he didn't want to try and translate that.
All he wrote was:
Pam,
They unlocked all the doors early this morning.
I'm going to go back to Scranton early and skip the seminar. I need to sort out some things.
Thanks for the movie.
Jim.
He stuck the note on the coffee table, grabbed his pants, and left.
He shut the door quietly behind him.