Jan

            Jan sighed. It was Christmas, and she was in Scranton. Alone. In New York, it was fine being alone. She could go to Rockefeller Center, go ice skating, see the tree. But in Scranton, she was painfully reminded that she had lost her job and Michael had dumped her.

Michael

            She had called him five times already. He wanted to answer. He’d called Pam the first time, but she didn’t answer. He needed his girls to talk him through this.