"Oh God, what's he doing here?" Elaine sighed.

"Probably trying to find you." George said with a smile.

"B-but he hates me!" Elaine cried, knowing how stupid it sounded.

Kramer and George spoke at once:

"No, that's crazy"

"No way."

"Go talk to him, George." She pleaded. "I don't think I can do this."

"What, me? I think he'd take it better coming from you." George said.

"I-I can't. I-I mean, I hurt him so much, and-." Her voice broke, new tears streaming down her face.

George sighed. "All right. Kramer, make sure she's okay, would ya?"

"Sure buddy." Kramer said.

When George headed for the door, Kramer walked over and sat down next to Elaine.

Elaine put her face in her hands, still unable to stop crying.

At a loss for what to do, Kramer put his arm around her. "Look... Everything will be okay. I promise." He said, patting her shoulder.

George stepped outside the restaurant just as Jerry reached the front door.

"Hey, Jerry."

"George." Jerry nodded in greeting. He reached for the door handle, but George stepped in front of him, blocking Jerry's way.

"George, cut it out. I know Elaine's in there. I could see her through the window."

He moved foreword again, sighing irritably when George blocked him once more.

"Damn it, George!" Jerry said, trying to push his friend out of the way.

"Jerry, look... um... Elaine's pretty upset." George said.

"Well that makes two of us." Jerry said, slumping against the glass window. "I just don't get it, George. I thought she really loved me."

George had never seen Jerry look so sad... without trying.

"Jerry... It-It's not you."

Jerry threw up his hands in exasperation. "Again with the 'It's not you it's me?' What are you trying to say? That it's you?"

George was taken aback by the question. "Why would it be me?" he asked defensively.

Jerry shrugged. "I don't know. You started it."

"Well it's not me, okay?" George yelled, attracting glances from people across the street.

"Then what is it? Did she tell you why she left? Because she sure as hell didn't tell me." Jerry said.

George sighed. "Well apparently Elaine's been getting some grief from people who don't really like you."

Jerry's eyes widened. "Don't like me? Who doesn't like me?"

George laughed nervously. "Exactly! How can anyone not like you? You're a funny guy!"

"Thanks." Jerry said.

George was relieved when Jerry smiled, but the happiness was only temporary.

"So what'd she say?"

This was the moment George had been dreading; Having to tell his best friend why the woman he loved broke up with him.

"She said that Sue Ellen Mischke gave her grief about you. Said you were the only guy she could get! Even called you a lowlife! Do you believe that?"

"Damn it! I told her not to talk to that good-for-nothing-."

George put his hand on Jerry's arm to stop him.

"What else did Sue Ellen say to her?"

"Well, Elaine didn't go into details, but whatever it was, she was pretty shaken by it."

"Sue Ellen just wants to get under Elaine's skin because she stole David from her. I mean, it was good for me, but-."

"Oh..."

Jerry's eyes narrowed. "What, George?"

"There's something else."

"Okay, go on..."

"She said that she called her father for advice and when she mentioned your name, he went... ballistic. I think that's the word she used." George said.

"Ballistic? I thought he liked me!" Jerry said.

George shrugged. "I guess he really doesn't like anybody."

"Okay, so two people hate me. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, I guess they made her feel so bad, that she didn't know what else to do. But believe me, Jerry, she's distraught over this.

"Are you sure?"

"Jerry, she was a complete basket case when she walked into Monk's. Kramer and I had to console her. She was crying buckets, Jerry! Buckets! I've never seen a

woman so upset before, let alone Elaine."

"Oh man..." Jerry said.

"So what are you going to do?" George asked.

"There's only one thing I can do." Jerry said, taking a stance like Superman.

"I'm gonna get her back."