Angel
- Angel asks him, showing the small volume he had in his arms.
- Daughter? They're 3? - Klaus looks like he's going to faint.
- Enjoy that there are five pups now; that's enough, or next time, you'll have them.
Klaus laughs and sits on the bed, looking at his little daughter.
- You can choose the names for the pups, but I would like to call this little princess Mary, my mother's name.
Klaus smiles and puts his finger in the little girl's hand, and she grabs it. The little girl is the spitting image of Angel, blonde and beautiful.