A/N: Back from Florida! Glad to see you guys again. Back and updating as promised! So yeah…sorry to leave you guys all hanging with that last chapter. This one hopefully won't disappoint!

Disclaimer: you know it. I. DON'T. OWN. RENT!!

…the door burst open. It was Maureen.

"Hey, Roger, I just left my coat here the other night and…"

There was no reply.

"Roger?" Mo asked. Where was he?

Then she saw the note on the table, and began to panic. Roger, commit suicide? She hoped it wasn't too late.

She wandered over to the bedroom, hoping for the best.

Maureen's Point of View

Roger didn't answer when I called. Then I saw the note on the table, saying that he just wanted to die. I panicked, and ran towards the bedroom, my heart pounding. SUICIDE?! Suddenly, I heard crying coming from the bathroom. Roger was sitting on the floor with a glass of water and a bottle of pills. I breathed a sigh of relief; he was still alive.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, surprised.

"I left my coat here, so I came back to get it. Roger, what happened? Are you ok?"

"Mo…I just couldn't take it anymore. The pain, the suffering. Mimi…she was the only one I ever loved. I loved her more than April. With her gone, and than Angel, finally Mimi…life seemed like nothing. There was no reason to live. I just…" his voice trailed off sadly.

"Oh…Roger…I can't imagine what you've been through. I know I wouldn't get on without Pookie. You need to see a counselor, however. I don't want you to go on like this. Maybe Joanne knows someone who could help."

"Thanks, Mo. I'm actually glad you came. I wasn't sure if I was going to go through with it. Can you forgive me?" he asked.

"Of course. Now, come on. I'll take you to Joanne." I gave Roger a little hug, and we left.

My friend needed help. And soon.

Roger and Maureen left the loft, and headed to Mo and Jo's apartment.

"I'm lucky I have friends like this" Roger thought to himself.

They arrived at the apartment. Joanne was sitting in the living room, reading the Times.

"Pookie, I need to talk to you alone," Maureen said to her lover.

They walked into the bedroom. "What is it, Honeybear?" Joanne asked.

"Roger. He tried to commit suicide! Luckily, I got there just in time. Do you know anyone who could help him?" she gave Jo her signature pout.

"Roger…commit suicide? Gosh, I would have never…of course I know someone. He's a good friend of mine. Come on, let's go talk to Roger."

Roger was standing in the kitchen by now. The diva and the lawyer came back.

"Roger, I want you to go see Dr. Winters. He's a good friend of mine, and I think he will be able to help you through your depression. I'll set up an appointment with him tomorrow morning. Here's his card."

"Thanks, Joanne. Do you mind if I stay here overnight? I don't feel comfortable going back to the loft tonight." He said.

"Sure, you can stay on the futon couch. Feel free to make yourself at home. I'll call Mark and let him know so that he doesn't worry." Joanne went into her business-like "lawyer mode" and took charge.

Roger settled in and smiled a little. It was a sad, weak smile, but it was the most he'd smiled in weeks, months even.

A/N: Longer chapter! Yay! I just couldn't stop writing this one. Tricked ya, huh? You guys thought it would be Mark walking in the door, didn't you? PLOT TWIST!! LOL now review. REVIEW!!!!!