The men sat down on the flight. They were handsome, these two men, in a bland way. A way that a certain type of woman would like... a certain type of TV-watching woman. But is that irrelevant, or a sign of strange things to come? No matter. They yawned tiredly. It was, after all, a red eye flight. Normally the men would fly at a more reasonable time. But this was no reasonable night. It was Christmas Eve, but there would be no jingle bells tonight as both men had suffered a Christmas tragedy. The same tragedy. Marriage is for life, they had thought, but in truth that's not so for all, or in fact at times marriage never even begins, as it was not their wives they had been dumped by, but their fiancees. Could what was once so sweet turn so sour? Yes, so it could, and did. But is fate so cruel? Perhaps a hand stronger than fate was guiding these men. Yes, it was so odd, so perfect in a way, that it could only have come from the hand of a TV writer. A Hallmark TV writer? The very same. Yes, these men were not real men at all. They were characters. Characters in Hallmark films.