When the elevator dings, Lily's wine-addled mind (why is she standing immobilized near the kitchen island?) assumes it's Rufus, back to piss and moan some more, but it's not: It's Vanya. Bearing Rufus's scarf, which was in the lost and found. Which, why is he showing up with it in the middle of the night? Dorota said he had to, because sisters support each other, and the "lost" in this case was "at Mrs. Holland's house," and Dorota knows that this means Rufus is thinking about hooking up with her, so Vanya better go tell on him immediately so he can be grrrrounded before something real bad happens. Lily thanks him and turns cold as ice and buttons up all the way and sucks on her wine.

I love how even with a massive East European baby on the way these indentured servants are sitting around worrying about fucking Rufus Humphrey.

Nate sits right next to her -- maybe holding her hand -- when Serena calls the number she's got. "Hey. It's me. Serena. I still don't know if this is your number, but I wanted you to know that... I'm not looking for you anymore. I thought maybe you wanted to know me, but now it's me that doesn't want to know you." She breathes, and says this in that one tone of voice she has where she means it: "I'm done." And she hangs up, and breathes.

After Blair kisses Chuck goodbye, but before he sits down with his mother and starts to tell her everything, he promises to call Blair in the morning. And in his voice there is a break, a momentary song that shines through, like the sun. For one second he could giggle, or cry, or burst open. In that moment before he turns to her and Blair smiles into the camera, he is sweet, and young, and perfect. At least we burn trying: It's all there in his voice, and the tremble in his lip. Charlie's first smile.

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