Ophelia woke with her hand resting on her stomach and glanced over at Seth's empty chair. She could guess where it was he'd run off to. She spotted scribbling on the hotel parchment sitting on the nightstand. She grabbed it and read the note. She smiled at the words, there wasn't anything romantic about it. No hearts or love or anything sweet. But it was Seth worrying about it and it warmed her heart. 

She whispered to herself, "Okay," And read the note again and again, etching his writing into her head.