As Stella climbs the stairs to Tony's building, Ted calls out to her. "You picked the wrong guy." She turns and comes back down the stairs -- back down to face the music -- back down to face Ted. She's lucky she doesn't have to face my husband. I think he's still more pissed off than Ted. Ted's voice softens. "You picked the wrong guy. You made a really, really, really bad choice." Like really? Stella stares at him, and almost nods; I feel like I'm watching Ruby. "What were you thinking? That guy? Are you kidding me? Have you learned nothing in the last eight years?" What is this, MSNBC? I know, Ted. I get really wrapped up in election coverage, too. By the time this weecap is published, it should all be over. I hope. "You're just going to regret this. You know that, right? You are going to regret this, and now there is nothing you can do about it, because it's too late." Stella keeps giving him Ruby's impenetrable steady deadly gaze of I Might Be Dead Inside But Who Knows. Ted continues: "All you can do now is go up there and start your crappy, disappointing life..." as a doctor, who's the mother of a healthy, bright, beautiful, happy little girl. Um. "...that will never be as happy as the one you could have had with me." I'll give him that, because although Ted may have his quirks and faults, Tony is a ginormous tool. Ted's bile is all spent, so he says "Goodbye," and starts to make his way back to his cab. Stella finally wakes up. "Ted, wait..." Oops, Ted's not done. "Look, Stella, I am not here to win you back. I am here because I need to you that you know you made the biggest mistake of your life." Stella's eyes fill up; her voice is choked. "I know." Ted says, "Good." Harsh. But good and harsh. Stella watches him walk off.