By the time he called out for her to come in she was only thinking about Jim. Sometimes her time with Jim still felt like a fantasy, but it was also the part of her life that felt most real, the part where she could simply be herself. She'd always loved and cherished her family, but had known all along that there was a part of herself she couldn't let them see. It wasn't until she met Jim that she'd found out what it was like to freely speak her mind, to dance, to be with someone she truly loved. There was a lot she wanted that she'd never have, but being with Jim always gave her a sense of possibility. He renewed her convictions that the world could and would change.

But when she walked in the door, something about the set of his shoulders as he looked through records made her lips purse slightly in a frown. She tried to shake it off and walked over to the bed to drape her jacket over the table. "I missed you," she said in greeting, walking over to where he was standing to kiss his cheek. "What dance am I learning today?" Even though the main reason she came here now was to see him, she still loved the dancing.