Kitty's POV: Today's my 27th birthday. And I'm spending it just north of L.A., in my parents' house, watching reruns of Gossip Girl, with my 3 year old daughter, Anna, sound asleep on my lap. I get up and carefully place her down on her bed and tuck her in. She's still sound asleep. I kiss her on her forehead. "I love you, baby." I whisper. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me. She was the only good thing that came out of my last relationship, 3 years ago. I leave her bedroom and go back to the living room. "Mom?" I say to my mom, who's asleep on the couch. "I think I'm gonna go for a walk." I realize that she's not listening and is half asleep still and leave the house. I don't even think about where I'm walking, I just keep going. I end up at a bus stop and wait and take a bus to the city. I get off the bus and walk to my favorite little cafe. I walk in and see that there is only one other person eating there, a little old man. I wave at him and then proceed to sit at my favorite table by the window. I order a coffee and a slice of my red velvet cake, my favorite. When the waitress brings me my cake, she drops a folded up piece of paper with it. "Excuse me?" I call to her. "I think you dropped..." She interrupts me while she walks away, not looking at me. "No, I didn't," she says. I get the hint and open up the piece of paper. It says: Happy birthday, Kitty. I remembered. P.S. look out the window. I look out the window to see none other than Artie Abrams holding a sign that says: P.P.S, I LOVE YOU.