[ WP ] Jim , Pam , Dwight , Angela , Andy , Darryl , Michael and Holly ( and any children they might have had ) from `` The Office '' ( U.S. ) have a get together 15 years after Dwight 's Marriage . Make me weep .

It was mid winter as Dwight and Angela churned their Volkswagen through the blurry snowfall. The heater of the car was belching out as much hot air as it could, slightly out of tune with the rumbling engine. Angela had two hands on the wheel her neck craned forward to see through the drifting frost. She looked over at Dwight. He was staring wistfully into the dark snowfall. Angela put her hand over his. 
 
 `` It looks like we're travelling at lightspeed, do n't you think dear?'' She grinned at him, her eyes crinkling. Dwight gave a quick laugh, disguised by a deep huff. `` Well it'll be good to see everyone again.'' Angela put her hand back on the wheel. Dwight agreed as her hand fell from his. 
 
 They drove for a while longer, the only sound between them of the whirring heater. They pulled onto the side of Jim and Pam's house, the driveway already filled with cars. Angela slipped her hands around Dwight's arm and they marched through the buffeting wind and snow to the front door. They knocked on the door, a hearty clamor muffled within followed with several hurried steps as Pam flung open the door and smiled. 
 
 `` Come in, come in!'' She cried, waving her hand eagerly from the doorway. 
 
 Dwight and Angela hurried inside, shrugging off flakes of snow. 
 `` How are you dear?'' Pam's deep eyes lit up as she kissed Angela on the cheek, handing her a coat hanger afterwards. 
 
 `` I'm at my wit's end with this oddball.'' Angela joked, `` He works too much, Pam tell him he works too much.'' She carped, removing her boots and handing back her jacket on its hanger. Pam grinned and her large eyes grew long lines. 
 
 `` You work too much Dwight.'' 
 He grinned softly. 
 
 `` Got ta find some way to keep these new guys on edge.'' he remarked. 
 
 As they settled their clothing in the hall closet the three of them joined the larger group at the kitchen island, the counter top sprouted ornate trays of fruit, crackers, cheese, partially weathered by the hands of their old friends. Their was a brief roar as everyone exchanged greetings and wise cracks. After a short of traded stories and compliments, Angela inquired about Pam's newest art, reading it had been sold for a honest sum from a gallery of American artists. 
 
 `` Its going well, I did n't expected to be grouped with so many others, people who are truly talented, these guys are really something else.'' Pam confirmed. 
 
 `` It's well deserved, I imagine it takes a considerable amount of time and what not.'' Angela replied, sipping at her wine. Pam's eyes flickered. 
 
 `` Is this one yours?'' Asked Dwight. `` It's remarkable.'' 
 
 `` Yes,'' Smiled Pam, `` Thank you Dwight, that one just sold recently to a fellow from Spain.'' 
 
 `` You're truly gifted Pam.'' Dwight responded, still studying the canvas. `` Is he around?'' He asked, after what seemed a long fluttering moment. 
 
 `` He's in the den with Andy and Darryl.'' Pam answered. 
 
 Dwight smiled briefly. 
 `` Better go find him.'' He said, turning away. 
 
 `` How is Jim? What's he up to lately?'' Angela inquired as her Husband left the room. 
 
 `` He's good.'' Pam assured. `` He's really good. He's writing. Writing a lot. Spends a lot of time in he den.'' 
 
 Dwight knocked on the door and poked his head in. 
 `` Hey Jimmy,'' He called, stepping inside. Andy and Darryl were on either side of Jim, leaning against the bookshelves and the arm of a leather chesterfield. he smiled weakly as Dwight came in carrying two glasses and a bottle of Glenlivet 21. 
 
 `` We'd better go check on the girls.'' Darryl chuckled, giving Jim a squeeze on the shoulder. Andy and Darryl stood, taking their leave and patting Dwight on the shoulder as they passed. 
 
 `` Interest ya in a drink Buddy? Glen 21.'' Dwight took a seat on the couch and poured two glasses of the scotch. He brought the drink up between them and held it for a moment as it caught the overhead light and swallowed it whole. Dwight's eyes began to blur. It was thirteen years ago. He's driving again. He looks over to see Jim's second child swaddled in his arms. Cece is bent over his shoulder watching the newborn with a smile. It was only a moment. 
 
 Jim struggles against the weight of his own arm, wobbling as he grips the glass. He pulls it down to the armrest of his chair and rests a moment. Dwight holds his glass between his knees and waits. He knows the motions. A tear breaks free from his lashes and Jim brings the wavering glass to his lips as they both take a good sip. They sit for a while and finish their drinks. Dwight speaks. At last he stands up, their glasses empty, and leaves the drinks on the desk behind Jim. He places his hands on the grips at Jim's back. 
 
 `` Ready there Jimmy?'' Dwight asks, his tone warbled. Jim struggles to raise his hand. He reaches nearly to his shoulder, where Dwight has rested one palm. But he does n't quite make it. Dwight covers his eyes and grits his teeth as he stifles himself. A moment passes in the den, then Dwight wheels him out.
