Mindy's pretty sure that there's no show called I Was Carrying A Five Month Old And I Didn't Even Know It, not even in Darrow, and she almost wants to laugh at Kate's gestures but she's too close to crying to risk it.

She has to beg off the crying, for her sake and Leo's. "He came with his baby book," she says, holding him a little closer because somehow it's comforting. It's not a replacement for Danny, obviously, it's so different but it helps, still. She nods at the book, hands too full to lift it. "There are pictures..."

She hasn't even looked at them all. She can't.