For all the stress and energy that went into planning a wedding, Jim discovered that canceling one was disturbingly simple. There was little emotion involved as Jim called around to cancel all the various reservations. He had a statement prepared in his head just in case someone asked why the wedding was called off, but no one seemed remotely interesting in knowing the details, only in deposits and cancellation fees. The wedding registry was the easiest cancellation of all; Jim simply logged into the website and clicked a "Cancel Registry" button at the bottom of his account page.

The day after Lisa walked out, Jim spent what felt like all morning in bed staring at the ceiling, unable to pin down exactly how he was feeling. He knew how he was suppose to feel; he was suppose to be upset, maybe angry, definitely desperate to track down Lisa and telling her he absolutely was ready to get married and they can postpone if necessary and he's willing to work on whatever is wrong. He couldn't conjure up any of those passionate emotions, though, and scolded himself for the odd feeling of relief he kept having. The doorbell rang and Casey barked, finally rousting Jim from his bed and down the steps. Through the window Jim saw a mail truck pulling away and he opened the door to a sizable box on the welcome mat. When he leaned over, he saw the parcel was from his Aunt Shelly in Florida, and froze as he realized this box was most likely a wedding gift. Still standing in the doorway, Jim grabbed his cell out of his pocket and hit a speed dial number.

The call went to Lisa's voicemail as predicted, and Jim struggled to collect his thoughts as the automatic voice told him to leave a message at the tone. "Hey, it's me. I just want to make sure you're okay. Um... I really hope we can talk soon. Bye." Jim's thumb hit the end button, and he leaned down to pick up Aunt Shelly's gift and bring it into the house.

The rest of Saturday and most of Sunday passed in a blur; Jim sat around in his lounging clothes, ordered in Chinese, and talked to no one besides the dog. On Sunday night, Jim was sitting on the living room floor, scratching Casey's belly and trying not to let his mind wander to a certain receptionist, when his cell rang. The screen read "Lisa" and he took a couple deep breaths before answering.

"Hey," he said smiling, remember the old sales adage that people can hear a smile in your voice. There was no reply and his smile faded, "Hello?"

"Hey," Lisa finally replied. "Um, I'm alright, I'm just at my parents' place."

"Okay, good." Casey raised his head and gave Jim a curious look. "I think Casey misses you, he probably wants to know when you'll be back."

"Jim..." He could hear her unsteady breathing on the line, and he felt a tightness in his chest. "I don't think..."

"Listen, we can postpone, like you said, it's not a big deal," Jim said softly.

Another moment passed before Lisa spoke. "I think we should start calling people tomorrow and letting them know it's cancelled," she said in a quiet but surprisingly steady tone.

Jim bit his lip to suppress a sigh, "Are you sure?"

There was no pause before Lisa replied, "Yes." Jim rubbed his brow as Lisa said she would start notifying her wedding party and guests on her side, and he mumbled yes when she asked if Jim could handle all the venue and service reservation cancellations.

"Can you-" Jim interjected, hoping his voice didn't sound as annoyed as he felt.

"Can I what?" Lisa said, also sounding a bit irritated.

Jim tried to soften his tone, "Can you maybe tell me what I did wrong?"

The line was quiet again for a few seconds, "It's not something you did wrong, at least not any one big thing, and some of it's me, I don't really know how to explain it."

"Well," Jim shook his head, frustrated at the lack of a clear answer, "I hope someday we can talk about it, like in person."

"Yeah, someday." There was one last pause before Jim's phone beeped to signal the call was ended.

Jim dreaded going into work Monday and having to make the announcement but everyone was very understanding. Jim told Michael first and emphasized that he really didn't want Michael to make a big deal out of it. Michael mostly obliged, and Jim couldn't help but be a little grateful that after he stood up and made the announcement to the office Monday afternoon, Michael followed him up by threatening to fire anyone who gossiped about Jim's wedding. Toby offered to take Jim out for a beer to talk about it, but Jim didn't think it was a good idea to confess to anyone that he thought everything was fine and it wasn't until he kissed Pam that the doubts started to surface.

The only person who even brought up Pam was, surprisingly enough, Angela, who said every guest that was formally invited should receive a prompt cancellation notice, and asked if Pam had received such a notice. Jim saw Kelly out of the corner of his eye, and told Angela that he was covered.

The thought did cross his mind to send Pam an email, maybe asking her to call him or to have dinner with him when she got back from Italy. But there was a nagging voice in the back of his head telling him it wasn't right to ask another woman out even on a friendly dinner when his ex-fiancée wasn't even completely moved out, telling him Pam was moving on and following her dreams and he might need to step back and let her do that.

Jim pulled in his driveway at about half past five on Friday, not quite use to Lisa's Civic not being there. Her parents lived in Wilkes-Barre, and Jim figured Lisa was coming by during her lunch because every time he came home, a few more of her things were gone. He walked into the house, and Casey greeted Jim with a whine. The conversation about the golden retriever was brief, it actually wasn't a conversation at all; it was a note Lisa left on the kitchen table that simply stated since Jim was staying in the house, he should keep the dog. "Casey always liked you better anyways," the end of the note said. Jim looked into Casey's worried brown eyes; silently apologizing to the dog for not getting him with better intentions. It was nearly two years ago that Jim brought home Casey; he and Lisa had just had a big fight and Lisa had commented that Jim was "refusing to truly commit to the relationship". Jim spotted a flyer for golden retriever puppies and for some reason getting a dog seemed like a great way to show he was committed. And it worked, for a while at least.

After placing his mail on the kitchen counter, Jim spotted the handwritten list of cancellations he needed to make. Everything was crossed off; the caterer, the florist, the reception hall, the church, the tuxedo rental store. Then Jim realized he had forgotten to cancel one rather important reservation. He quickly looked up the number and dialed, hoping they'd be open until 6pm.

"Travelworld, this is Katherine," said a voice that clearly belonged to a smoker.

"Hello Katherine, this is Jim Halpert calling. I have some reservations for a trip to the Bahamas on June 11th."

He could hear her typing, "Ah, yes, Jim Halpert, the Honeymoon Package, very, very good deal."

Jim smiled a little at the way her voice got higher at the end of sentences, a trait of older Pennsylvanians. "Yeah, um, I need to cancel that."

"You wanna reschedule?"

"No, no, the wedding is ... off, so I just need to cancel the whole thing."

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry to hear that."

Jim paused, recognizing the chance to finally say the statement rolling around in his head out loud. "Yeah, there were problems, had been for a while, but we really didn't acknowledge it until now."

"These things happen," Katherine said.

These things happen, there was something reassuring about that simple phrase. Jim kept repeating it in his head, these things happen.

"So, your options are to cancel and get cash back minus a 20% cancellation fee, or you can get a voucher for the full amount that can go towards any future trip you book with Travelworld."

"I'll go ahead and take the cash back," Jim said quickly. He was listening to Katherine's furious typing when the corner of a red piece of paper in the pile of mail caught his eye. He pulled it from the pile and saw it was a flyer for Cugino's.

His mind flashed to a time that felt so long ago, when he walked up to the shy receptionist at lunchtime on her first day and informed her that her reward for remaining calm and composed in the faces of Michael Gary Scott and Dwight K. Schrute was a free lunch at Cugino's. He remembered smiling at her nervousness as they drove to the Italian restaurant, and noticing how much brighter her eyes and skin were when they weren't under the harsh florescent lighting of Dunder Mifflin. He remembered holding his breath and preparing for her to get upset when a meatball rolled off her plate and down the front of her shirt, leaving a trail of marinara, and then exhaling in relief when she laughed and said she didn't realize they had runaway meatballs at this place before calmly asking the waitress for some club soda. He remembered telling himself it wasn't really a date, but when he looked at her green eyes, her blushing cheeks, and the fresh reddish-orange stain on her shirt, he couldn't help but feel that if it was a date, it would be the best date he had ever been on.

"Excuse me, Katherine," Jim said with a start.

The furious typing stopped, "Yes, Jim?"

"If I take that voucher, and wanted to book a flight to - to Florence, Italy, how much would that be?"

"Oh, Florence is so beautiful. My husband took me there for our 30th anniversary. When are you thinking about leaving?"

"Well, um, like next week."

"Oh," the tone of her voice was already killing Jim's spontaneous mood. "You know, honey, plane ticket prices skyrocket when you book them on short notice. We do have an Italy package, you'd hit all the major cities -"

"Can you please just tell me how much it would be if - if I put all the voucher money to one round trip ticket to Florence." Jim's hand instinctively started to move towards his back pocket where his wallet was. If it's less than $300, I'm going to book it, he told himself. Actually, make that $400.

There was a little more typing and then Katherine took a deep breath. "A round trip to Florence that leaves next Friday, after the voucher is applied, would be at least $900."

Jim's hand retracted from his back pocket. "Wow."

"If you left in two weeks, that price would go down at least $500."

Jim shook his head as if Katherine could see him, "No, no, that's okay, I was just curious. Just give me the cash back."

Jim was reading the coupon offers on the back of the Cugino's flyer when Katherine interrupted his thoughts to confirm that his credit card was being credited the full amount of the "Honeymoon Package" minus fees. Jim hung up, put the Cugino's flyer back with the rest of the mail, and turned his attention to Casey, who was scratching at his empty food bowl.