As my pennance for not updating, a second chapter uploaded today. Seriously, I'm finishing this story! I promise I'm speed writing! I forgot in the last chapter to thank every one who has reviewed and even messaged my encouraging me to keep this up, it was the kick up the bum I needed. Enjoy, another update tomorrow.

It was cooler than she imagined it would be for Australia but with the seasons reversed in the southern hemisphere she should have guessed. It was early, about 7am, but Pam hadn't really slept and felt like she'd been up for twenty-four hours already. It could have been any time. She needed sleep almost as much as she needed to see Jim. She was so close now; she was in the same city. The thought of his smile sustained her.

Streams of taxis were waiting outside the airport. She'd managed to change some money into Australian dollars when she landed, hopefully enough for a taxi and a room for at least a night. She approached the first guy she saw, he looked a little like the guy from Crocodile Dundee which she had to tell Jim later, he'd get a kick out of that. He was even wearing one of those khaki vests with loads of pockets.

"Taxi darlin'?" He drawled, his voice naturally gravelly.

"Yes, I need to get to this hotel in Sydney." She handed him the piece of paper Alex had written for her over a day ago.

"I know it. Shouldn't take long when you're with me." He flashed her a smile intended to seal the deal, she'd seen the salesmen at the office flash that grin before, even over the phone.

"How much?"

"$50 should do it."

Pam had no idea whether that was a good or bad deal but she only had one concern now she'd touched down in Oz and that was to get to Jim. She agreed to the price and got inside. She opened her phone to try and call her mom but she wasn't getting any service. Figures, she thought, she was on another continent.

Despite her exhaustion she couldn't help but take in the sights, hoping to see a kangaroo or something typically Australian. Her knees bounced with nervous anticipation. She was almost there, so, so close.

"Business or pleasure?"

"Pleasure, hopefully."

"Hopefully?"

"Depends if he still loves me."

"Ah! Fallen for some Australian charm?" He laughed and took both his hands off the steering wheel to rub his hands together. He put his hands back again before Pam said anything, her
heart had raced enough today. She carried on the conversation regardless.

"Not quite, he's American too; he came here so he didn't have to see me get married." Pam had no idea why she was sharing so much but she'd been alone with her own thoughts on the flight for so long it felt good to share.

"I take it you didn't?"

"No, I just hope I'm not too late."

"So you love this fella?"

"Yes, I do. He loves me too but I... turned him down. I shouldn't have, it just took me by surprise, I never really considered us before, not deeply. But I do love him."

"Never too late for love." Pam hit the inside of the door with a thud as he swerved round traffic. "Sorry darlin', tourists on the damn roads and I've gotta get you to ya fella."

"Thanks."

"So you've come all the way from America to tell him? Was he not coming back?"

"It just couldn't wait. I... I just need him to know and need to see him. I got a sign."

"Like from God? Are you one of those religious types?"

"No, it was a card. All I know is that I've got to see him and just hope he hasn't left for his next destination early."

"I'm sure he'll be there drowning his sorrows just waiting for ya."

"I hope so, well, I hope he's not suffering but I hope he'll be pleased to see me." She laughed nervously. She had no idea how Jim would react to her sudden arrival but she thought it
would be positive.

They passed the rest of the time chatting about Jim. Pam told the cabbie about their pranks and their job. It took just under an hour to work their way through the start of rush hour traffic. Pam couldn't believe she was really in Sydney; it was an amazing city, just glorious.

"So here we are, that'll be $48.00." She handed him the money. "Good luck darlin', hope you get your fella!"

"I'll try!" Pam got out with her bag over her shoulder. Jim could well be in this building having breakfast or maybe still sleeping. She worried for a second that maybe he wasn't sleeping alone but Jim was never that kinda guy, she knew him too well.

She took a deep breath to settle her racing heart and head inside. The hotel was lovely, clean and bright. She approached reception which was manned by a gorgeous smiling woman. Pam wondered if all the women here looked that stunning, she'd been travelling for a day and looked a wreck, especially since her styled wedding hair had completely fallen apart. She'd definitely need a shower and a change of clothes before finding Jim. Sleep could wait though.

"How can I help you ma'am?"

"I need a room for the night." She could always get an extra night if she needed it.

"Of course, we have a double available for $205."

"Sounds good."

The receptionist took all her details and handed Pam a key. "Could you also tell me which room Jim Halpert is staying in? He's a friend."

"I'm afraid I can't release that to you."

"Oh it's ok, he's my best friend." And I'm here to tell him I love him so don't make me hurt you! She added in her mind.

"I'm sorry Ms Beesly, he has a restricted information flag."

"Damn." She knew why, he didn't want the Aussie camera crew finding out where he was staying. "Ok, thank you." She considered leaving him a note but she needed to see him face to face, that's why she'd come this far.

Some sleep and a shower wouldn't hurt before she haunted the lobby looking for Jim. He'd have to leave or come back eventually, even if it took hours, she'd wait.

Pam took the elevator to the fourth floor and found her door. It took her a few attempts to open it, fatigue was setting in and the bag on her shoulder felt like a stone weight dragging her
to the floor where she'd happily sleep. One last effort and the door opened.

She set one foot inside when she heard and all too familiar and precious voice. Jim. She stared down the corridor but it was empty. That was until Jim stepped out a room two door down from hers. There he was. She opened her mouth to speak but she couldn't. He wasn't alone. A woman with long raven coloured hair in a braid down her back left the room with him. She was dragging him towards the elevator and giggling. She watched in disbelief as they disappeared from sight.

Pam hid herself in her room and cried on the unfamiliar bed until sleep finally claimed her.