i finish my drink before standing up and strolling toward the exit . after all , what would the cats have thought of pity ? phoebe had to do something , anything . and hope that somehow , some way , everything would work out . `` i guess , '' i said , not really sure i wanted him to , but how could i tell him no ? he looked like he wanted to shake me . well get up in the morning , decide that we dont want to do anything , so we wont do anything . 