Karen made it to her office a few hours later after having her dream. To her pleasure there was a cup of coffee and a pile of papers; most likely the new ideas for the new issue of the magazine. She dropped herself in her chair, and turned around to look at Central Park. When she had become Editor, she moved out of the original office and into this one, making it her own. She needed a view. She needed a place to escape to, even if she stayed in her office.

"Karen, there is someone here to see you." She heard her assistant tell her. "I'm sending them in." She announced. Moments later her office door opened and the figure standing there was definitely not one she wanted to see. Not after last night anyway.

"You become editor and you turn this place upside down. Can't say I'm surprised." It was Will who was standing at the door. Karen turned herself around and crossed her arms; adding a raised eye brow to the image.

"I'm perfectly fine Will. No hard feelings." She said, sounding as if she didn't hear what he said. "Your crap is still at my house if you want any of it."

"It's your crap too."

"Oh believe me what I wanted to keep, I kept." She stood, with her palms flat against her desk. "Now if that is all you want to say to me, I suggest you leave."

"I actually came to invite you to dinner." He said, taking a step forward. "Thought you might want to catch up,"

"You do anything note worthy?"

"No, You?" As if on cue her phone began to ring. "The restaurant across the street." He said before slipping out of the room. She picked up the phone; grateful to whomever was on the other line, also cursing whoever it was since it was Will who they had interrupted. She knew he was back in town. She was alerted of it the day before, most likely the reason for her dream. As she listened to the person on the other line, she was lost in her thoughts about the man who had just walked through and out her door. God, she hated him sometimes. But she loved him all the same.

"Yeah I'm here. Just lost in work," She told the caller. She realized she still hadn't sat down and slowly did so. At the moment she was ready to hang up on the woman who had called her, but decided not to since she was talking budget for the magazine. Karen knew if she hadn't paid attention her assistant Janice would; hearing her light breathing come through the phone. If only her office had windows to watch her assistant mock whoever was on the phone and possibly her.

She hung up the phone and leaned back. She had been there for fifteen minutes and already she had a headache. Mostly caused by Will, but it was nothing. She's had worse headaches caused by him, all which were dealt with appropriately but it wasn't going to happen now. Now it was resolved by two or three Advil's and a large glass of water. That's all she could handle any more. Pills wise. She nearly died when she was taking her 'magic' pills; scaring the daylights out of her. Sometimes that was all it took for some people. Watching her life dwindle away all due to a few extra pills and a little alcohol was not something that she wanted to do.

It was the strong hand that got her through it. The strong pair of arms that pulled her out of the hole she had dug herself. He hadn't been there before when she was dealing with her problem before, but she had half a house and a group of maids she ordered around to leave her alone. With him, she screamed and yelled and threatened, but he just sat there. Sat there and cried with her. He won her heart that way. 'Bastard,' she mumbled, gathering her coat and purse, hours later.

Before she knew it, she found herself outside the restaurant across the street. Just as he wished. There were times where she thought wishes were just thoughts. They were things that hardly ever mattered. She never heard that if you wished on something it may come true. She was never told that if a person wished for something, they should never say it out loud or else it would never come true. Having no parental guidance or any other 'family' to look after her, she learned it on her own. And there were times, where she didn't even want that to be happening.

Will was sitting at a corner booth, close to a door, but far from any people. People who she may work with or have worked with in the past, was one thing she did not want to do; and Will had learned that. He was dressed in the black coat that she had bought him the year before. The maroon colored scarf that she hated and wore at times because it smelled like him was wrapped around his neck. He was drawn in by the menu, not noticing her arrival. She pulled out the chair herself, before he looked up.

"Hey," He closed the menu. "You look good,"

"You saw me this morning. I haven't changed in six hours." She said, putting her coat on the back of the chair. She was dressed in a long black sleeved blouse along with a pair of slacks.

"You know what I'm talking about." He told her, his voice obviously hinting at something. "Have you seen her recently?"

Karen nodded and took a sip of water that was placed in front of her. "I have. And she still looks young. And Alicia is still small, but she is getting better."

Will nodded and they ordered each other's food, like they had done in the past. It had become a habit that that they had fell into. Karen caught herself staring at a woman with a baby across the street. The woman must have been in her late twenties, her baby, months old. It was her smile that caught Will's attention. "There wasn't anything you could have done about Alicia,"

"I got my hopes up," She shrugged, allowing the plates full of salad to be placed in front of them. "I knew it was possible."

"She ruined our marriage Karen," He reminded. "You didn't think that was going to be possible."

"Anything is possible." She muttered. She looked up from her salad into his hazel eyes. "You didn't seem to care much."

"If you cared about anyone but yourself, you would have noticed that I did care. And I still do. You're the one who didn't seem to care much," He said, throwing her words back at her. She stood up, and took her coat in her hands.

"I was told for nine months that I was going to be a mother. Nine months I prepared myself for a daughter or a son. When I finally get one, I get her taken away. So yeah, I'm sorry that I was being a bitch. But where was my husband, who was supposed to be consoling me? He was in Maine. You were in Maine, 'catching up' with some old friends," She said, adding the air quotes. "You filled the papers because you thought I wanted to divorce you. That's not what I wanted. I wanted my husband. And I wanted my daughter. It was you who screwed up our marriage. And if you want to lie to me and say that you didn't screw anyone in Maine, I guess that purple pair of panties that ended up in your suitcase just magically landed there." With that, Karen turned on her heel and began to walk away and toward the exit. It was the second she hit the cold New York air, that she began to cry.

It was bad enough that she lost her daughter once her hopes were high. It was bad enough that her husband cheated on her. It was bad enough that she went through her grief and depression alone. But the worst part was, is that she said she wished for a real family for a long time and she didn't tell anybody. So if she kept it silent or voiced it, it wouldn't have mattered. It didn't happen.