Pam laid in bed alone….tipsy with holiday cheer…

THUD!

At the sound, she rushed to the door.

He was collapsed on the hallway-floor, in boxers, spread-eagled.

“Quick, get in here before….”

But it was too late.

“Wha-What’s…Oh….Oh my!”

Mrs. Beesly stood at the end of the hall, wide-eyed.

He looked up. “I-I fell, Pam.”

“I know Jim.”