Elaine shivered in the freezing New York wind. Why hadn't she let Jerry finish drying her clothes? At least then she wouldn't be feeling like...

"A-a-choo!"

Damn... Her sneezes were even interrupting her thoughts!

She wanted to get a cab, but stupidly she'd left the house with barely enough money for the cab ride to Jerry's apartment.

God, this was a nightmare!

He'd been so sweet to her; so kind and considerate.

Almost... romantic.

Wow, romance. She'd almost forgotten what the word meant.

David was hardly the romantic type; not by a long shot. His idea of romance was a kiss over a beer. And during a commercial at that!

Jackass.

She was better off without him.

But still... It wouldn't hurt to call and apologize. After all, she's the one who threw him out. Sure, he was the one who taped over her favorite show.

She still fumed, remembering how she felt when she popped in the video tape in anticipation of watching the show, only to find a monster truck rally instead.

But even so, being with David was... comfortable.

Yeah right. Comfortable like sitting through one of Peterman's meetings.

After what seemed like an eternity, her apartment building came into view like the Emerald City in the Wizard of Oz.

She couldn't wait to get out of these wet clothes and into her warm sweats.

"Hello, Miss Benes." The doorman said. That phony smile of his made her want to smack him.
"Don't talk to me!" She snapped.

"You know... You really should lose that attitude. It's not very becoming." He replied.

Elaine sighed. "You've been visiting your mother again, right?"

The doorman blinked in surprise. "Yeah, why?"

"Mmmm... And did she give you advice about how to talk to women?"

The doorman's jaw dropped. "Hey wait, did she call you or somethin'?"

Elaine looked at him, incredulous.

"No... But take it from me. That 1950's advice isn't going to work with... a-a-choo!"

"Gesundheit!"

Anger rose to the surface and she stormed over to the doorman and shook her fist in his face.

"Yeah? Well same to you, buddy!"

Without another word she got into the elevator, ignoring his perplexed expression.

She couldn't open the door to her apartment fast enough. Once safely inside, she slammed the door so hard that the walls shook, sending a picture of David toppling from its' place on the end table; the glass shattering as it hit the floor.

"Good riddance." She mumbled as she hurried to clean up the broken glass.

Surprisingly the small amount of housework wore her out.

Exhausted, she padded into the bedroom and tossed her damp clothing into the hamper. She'd worry about washing them later.

Within minutes, she'd changed into her comfy red sweats; the ones David always told her she looked fat in-and wrapped her blue flannel robe around her.

It hit her like a freight train... the sneezing fits, the stuffy head. It hurt just to think.

The sinus pressure was worse than ever, and she was sure she had the flu.

Great, that's all she needed. She should sue that damn cab driver.

Well, there was nothing she could do about it now.

Remote in hand, she curled up on the sofa and covered herself with a tattered blue blanket.

Still she shivered.

It must be twenty below in here!

She flipped through the stations in an almost desperate attempt to find something to watch. Anything to take her mind off of David.

Or Jerry.

But the latter was proving to be impossible; especially after what he'd done for her. Her heart warmed at the thought. When she glanced at the television screen, her breath caught in her throat.

It had to be fate...

Right before her eyes was a scene from the movie she'd watched at Jerry's apartment. What where the odds?

"I-I just don't understand why this is happening." The female character was saying.

The male character smiled and smoothed a lock of blonde hair from the woman's face.

"Don't fight it, Allison. Just follow your heart."
A tear slid down her cheek and the man brushed it away with his thumb.

"But-but we've been friends for so long. Best friends. I mean how-."
He stopped her with a kiss.

When they parted, Allison stared into his eyes in amazement.

"Michael..."
"I love you, Allison."

They kissed passionately, causing Elaine's heart to soar.

Another sneeze reminded her that she wasn't a part of Michael and Allison's union.

She was alone.

A knock on the door startled her, and she rose from the sofa to answer it.

It was probably David coming over to apologize. Well, he could just blow it out his-

Elaine reached for the door and pulled it open.

When she saw her visitor, she gasped...