Oh my god, it's, like, over. But that was so boring. And stuff. Chris tells us that "for the next four days, America will be speculating about who Andrew should choose: Jen or Kirsten." We take a look back on the two of them, starting with Jen. She meets Andrew coming out of the limo. They fall in love in slow motion over a noodling acoustic guitar. They cuddle in a limo. At a bowling alley. At a spa. In a hot tub. In robes. Jen hopes that in the end, she and Andrew are together. Kirsten hopes the same thing, but with the word "like" spliced in six hundred and ninety times. In a convertible. At the drive-in. On a yacht. In a house. With a mouse. If this show has done one thing right all season, it's that I genuinely switch who I think is going to win every six seconds. But secretly, it's going to be Kirsten. Totally, totally Kirsten.

No, Jen.

Kirsten.

Crap.

It will totally be Clay Aiken.