"December 4th, 1991. I can't believe another year's gone." Mark's camera panned around the room, taking in each of his five friends who sat there. Roger, a half-drunk Mimi perched on his lap, happily pointing at the snowflakes falling outside; Maureen and Joanne, cuddled up to each other on the couch, limbs entwined; and Collins, still wearing the leather coat Angel had bought him two years before.

"It's been quite a year, hasn't it?" Maureen piped up from the couch, fingers entwined in Joanne's corkscrew curls.

Mark just nodded, already lost in his own thoughts.

Quite a year.

January: Roger and Mimi rebuilt their relationship, little by little.

February: Maureen finally proposed to Joanne, after planning the perfect moment for months. In the end, she forgot her entire speech.

March: Roger moved in downstairs with Mimi, leaving Mark with more space than he'd ever need.

April: Collins was fired from his job at NYU for organizing a rally, and he moved back into the loft.

May: the fourth anniversary of April's death, and Roger redrew from the world, coaxed out a few days later by Mimi.

June: Roger finished his second song, much to his delight.

July: Mimi dropped a bombshell, she was pregnant.

August: Roger finally amassed enough money to take Mimi on a brief vacation to the coast, and they returned engaged. (Mimi had proposed, Roger would never have the nerve.)

September: Maureen walked down the aisle, as radiant as a sunset and twice as bright.

October: the first anniversary of Angel's death. A spectacular Halloween Memorial took place in the loft, Angel's favorite place in all the world. Collins claimed he was fine, but they could all see how much he was hurting.

November: Maureen and Joanne honeymooned in Las Vegas. They returned with several thousands of dollars. Apparently, Joanne was quite the gambler.

December, and Mark tentatively began seeing a girl. Her name was Morgan, and although he claimed it was completely unrelated, she too had long brown hair, large emerald eyes, and a penchant for dramatics.

"Mark?" Collins asked, offering him another beer. "You okay?"

But Mark didn't hear him, so lost he was in his own world.