"Grace, honey? Did you pick up the cake?" Karen shouted from the living room.

"Yea, Kare. I've got it right here. Where's Cailyn?"

"Oh, Jack took her to the park to give me more time to get ready for the party. Will should be here with the presents any minute. Rosie got the decorations. You've got the cake. And I've got a headache. I can't believe my daughter is a year old today."

"I know. It seems like just yesterday Jack and I were sitting in the waiting room at Mount Sinai."

"Karen? Gracie? Where are you?"

"Living room, Wilma!" Will entered the doorway carrying several bags full of gifts. "How'd you do, honey?"

Will let out a breath. "Well, I picked up all the gifts from my place, Jack's gifts, Grace's gifts, and I got the ones you bought her yesterday. Yep, I'd say we got them all."

Pretty soon, Jack and Cailyn arrived back at the manse. They ate dinner, had some birthday cake, and then Karen sat on the floor with Cailyn in her lap, helping her open all her gifts. Most of them were toys, although Will's parents had sent over a lovely blanket with her initials embroidered onto it. Cailyn wrapped it around herself like a cape and leaned back into Karen's chest, bringing her thumb to her mouth and letting her eyes begin to droop shut.

"I think somebody had a very long day." Jack said as he moved a stray piece of hair out of Cailyn's face. "We were at the park for a pretty long time."

"Well, it's her birthday. I'm glad she had fun with all of you." Karen said as she rocked her body from side to side. "I think it's time to get her to bed. Thanks for coming, you guys."

"No thanks necessary, Karen. There's nowhere else we'd rather be." Grace said with a smile. "Now, why don't you go put Cailyn down and we'll clean up down here?"

Karen nodded and slowly tried to stand up without waking her daughter. Will noticed the difficulty in doing so, and reached down to Karen, pulling her up in a way that wouldn't disturb the baby. Karen mouthed 'thank you' to Will and headed up the stairs. Will followed her and helped clear Cailyn's crib of the countless stuffed animals she had placed there earlier.

Cailyn snuggled into her plush bed, surrounded by her stuffed animals and Karen couldn't help but smile.

A few weeks later, Will was in his office working on a deposition when his phone rang.

"Will Truman?"

"Truman! Could you come down to my office, please? Immediately!"

Will hung up the phone, his mind buzzing. What did he do? He knew that it couldn't be about the potluck. After the last disaster, he made sure that no two people brought the same thing. Nerves on edge, Will slowly made his way down the corridor to his boss' office.

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Truman, thanks for getting here so quickly. I need to talk to you about something very important. See, I have this client, who's in a bit of trouble, and he refuses to cooperate with any lawyer in this firm except you."

"Really, sir? Well, uh, what seems to be the problem?"

His boss walked to his office door, closing the blinds and making sure that the door was locked. "I think I'll let him tell you that himself. Go on in, he's in the conference room."

Will stood from his chair, straightening his tie. He turned the knob and was met with a familiar face, though he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Stanley? You're alive?"