Jim had arrived home, tossed the keys on the counter, and ran to the bathroom.  Too much water while working had left him needing to relieve himself the moment he arrived.  Wouldn't you know the moment he was staring down the porcelain relief receptacle, there was a knocking at the door.  "Hang on a minute!" he yelled into the distance.  At this point he couldn't move until certain realities were met.  It seemed to take forever.  He wasn't even aware that he drank that much, but finally it ended.  He took several long seconds rinsing his hands and drying them before racing to the door.  Breathless, he opened it, and apology on his lips.  "Sorry, you caught me in the..."  Jim's sentence ran out of steam before it finished.<br/><br/>Bree stood there in her pink pajamas, eyeliner running down her face in tear tracks, her breathing still a bit ragged from the sobbing.  Jim's heart broke.  Immediately he stepped forward and gathered her into his arms and held her.  Softly, after a moment, he spoke without releasing her, "What happened?  Do you want to talk?  Please come inside."  Jim took her over to his couch and sat down with her, never fully releasing her from his arms.