Twenty-four years ago, at least for you, I held you in my arms for the first time, and you were perfect.

[ Now that she's properly awake, Claire kisses her forehead and tells her to hold on a moment before leaving the room. When she returns, it's with a little miniature cake and a single candle that's lit. Sitting again, she holds it out to Bree. ]

I know we haven't done this in a long time, but I thought with you here now, we should.