P.S. I Love You, 2:04

Senior year at Queens was nothing like it was at Thompson.

Casey started interning at a TV station in Kingston, while Derek was abroad for nine weeks, in Spain.

She goes through their mail, mostly bills with Derek's name on them, since he'd rented the apartment on his own for nearly a week before forcing her to move in with him during sophomore year. One had a foreign stamp on it. She throws the mail on the counter, and opens Derek's letter with a grin.

She repeats the last, familiar line aloud. "P.S. I love you."

Every letter she'd gotten, he'd ended with those words.

The phone rings. "Hello?"

"Hi. Is this Casey MacDonald?"

"Yes," she replies suspiciously. "Who is this?"

"I'm Hannah. Greg's girlfriend."

"Greg… Derek's roommate?"

"Yes!" the girl affirms excitedly. "My car broke down, and I was wondering if you'd give me a ride to the airport."

"Airport?"

"Yeah. Their flight comes in today."

Casey looks down at the letter in her hand. One short sentence mentioned coming home on a Thursday. "Yeah. Where should I pick you up?"

The girl rattles off an address close to campus before thanking her.

He was coming home. Today.

Casey was so not ready.