You hear a knock at your door. You get up and open the door. You're not exactly what you'd call presentable, in a knee-length blue nightgown and with your hair tied up. Spencer walks past you, already talking. You can't be annoyed with him because you know he's not trying to be annoying or anything. He's not even paying attention to your state of dress, or the fact that it's almost midnight.

Okay, so you asked me earlier if the baby survived, and the infant is in stable condition right now.