Jim went home that night with every intention to drink away the pain, in hopes that maybe he could drink himself into a comma. Clarence, where are you man? This can’t be the end.

  “Geez, I left you alone for one day, must you be so dramatic.” Clarence jokingly chimed in, despite Jim’s clear disgust.

  “Excuse me? You were the one who screwed up. You were the one that told me everything would work out. And you left again. Why am I being punished? You are the one who is screwing this up, not me.” He was nearly yelling at Clarence.

  “OK, OK. I’m sorry. I’m not perfect either you know. Just take it slow; we will fix this I promise you.”

  “How?”

  “Right now Pam is at her apartment, finishing packing. Just go over there and tell her how you are feeling.”

  “And that’s it?”

  “And that’s it.”

  “Clarence, I really hope you are right.”

  “Have I steered you wrong yet?” Clarence sensed Jim’s skepticism. “OK, fine, but I guarantee this one.”

  Jim quickly grabbed his coat and rushed out the door.