Zack flipped the light on to his quiet room and flung his tuxedo jacket on his bean bag chair. He looked into the small mirror on his wardrobe door and began to loosen his tie. His mind drifted to the advice Slater had given him and Screech in the car.

He had tried chasing girls, and he wouldn't give up on that. Who knows? Maybe he could find a girl he could care about at least a little as much as he cared for Kelly. After all, Slater had found Jessie helping him to get over the girlfriends he had left behind. Screech had cared about Violet helping him forget about his lifelong crush on Lisa. He just hadn't found that girl yet. In the mean time, maybe Slater had been on to something when he gave his mock Jessie advice.

"Write about it in my diary," he chuckled. Then, he remembered his notebook that he had kept on his shelf which was covered in scribbles of "I love Kelly" and "Kelly and Zack forever". Zack shook his head with a small smile as he sat down in his desk chair.

He flipped open to the last page with writing. It was the song he had written for Kelly around the time they had broken up. The one they were going to sing together, but Kelly had to work and couldn't rehearse. He used to write songs for her all the time. She loved it even more than when he read Shakespeare to her. She had told him that knowing someone thought she was that special made her feel like a real life Juliet. He smiled at the thought. It was easy to write then, Kelly inspired him. He hadn't written any songs since then.

He spun around in his chair and grabbed a pen, feeling particularly inspired—inspired by the events of the night. Screech and Violet. Slater's talk. Kelly. The night had without a doubt lived up to its name. He scribbled the pen for a few seconds trying to get the ink flow to catch up with his flow of thoughts. Suddenly, he was scratching down line after line:

Thought we'd always be together,

I was sure our love would last.

Here I am, all alone, wond'rin' what went wrong.

Did we ever have a chance?

It's hard to see this world without you,

A lonely place without romance.

Here I am, all alone, wond'rin' were you've gone,

Did we ever have a chance?

What did we promise to each other?

What were the words we said?

Lookin' back to yesterday,

When we started off,

Did we ever have a clue what love was all about?

Thought we'd always be together,

I was sure our love would last.

Here I am, all alone, wond'rin' what went wrong.

Did we ever have a chance?

He closed the notebook and placed it carefully on his shelf. He slipped into bed hoping his questions would be answered in time. But until then, he would take Slater's advice and keep chasing until he found what he was looking for. "Good luck to you, Screech," he whispered. "I hope you heal faster than I do."