Victoria knocks on the door to John's office.
"Come in."
"Hi," says Victoria as she enters.
"Hello."
"I need to talk to you about our relationship."
"Yes?"
"Umm... I'm sorry for the way things happened but I would ...still like to be friends."
"Friends? We dated for five years! I loved you since the first day we met at college orientation. Victoria I don't want to be your friend, I want to be your husband. Get out of my office!"
"John--"
"Now Victoria!"
Victoria leaves John's office and ignores his co-workers while racing to get into the elevator. While she is driving the song, It's Not Supposed to Go Like That by Rascal Flatts comes on and she cries all the way to her home.
Victoria can't believe he asked her to marry him and when it didn't turn out like he planned he flipped. Doesn't he know you can't just spring things on a girl like that? John is confused and angry; he loves her, they have the perfect relationship, or so he thought.
Victoria walks into her home; she turns on her radio and When Can I See You by Babyface begins to play as she changes into a dark blue night gown, pours a glass of wine, takes it into her bathroom, and places on her bathroom counter. She proceeds to go into her medicine cabinet, takes out an aspirin bottle, picks up the glass of wine and takes a large amount of aspirin as she gets into her bathtub.
Sometime passes and Louis arrives at Victoria's home. He knocks on her door with his tool box in hand and waits a minute before using his key.
"Hey Torry, I'm here!" he calls to her. "I guess she is still at work."
Louis continues through Victoria's home to the master bathroom in Victoria's bedroom listening to When Can I See You by Babyface and finds her passed out in her bathtub.
"Torry!" Louis is slapping her face and checking her pulse.
He rushes to the phone next to Victoria's bed and calls 911. Moments later Victoria is lying in a hospital bed and her father is sitting in a chair next to her bed.
"Hello, princess."
"Hello dad."
"So why did you do it sweetheart?"
"It hurts not seeing you. Every day I wake up I get out of bed and walk into my kitchen I hope to see you making French toast and when I realize you aren't there I am disappointed.
Then at the end of my day I can't wait to hug you and tell you about it and I walk into my home, look around for you, and you're still not there. Then it hits me that you died, you're never going to be home again. Why are you here now?"
"I'm here to correct a mistake."
"That mistake would be?"