Alexa celebrated her last birthday in Venice on a romantic gondola ride. But even when he was helping her blow out the candles, Adam seemed strangely distant. "You don't like birthdays much, do you?"
"They're not my favorite days, no," Adam admitted. "I guess I don't see the point of them anymore." At his age, he let the Watchers do the counting. "They're for the young."
"And you're old and ancient?" Alexa said mockingly. "They're for everyone, Adam, to remind us that we survived one more year." She asked. "When's your birthday?"
"Mine?" Adam was confused.
"You don't remember the date?"
"Would you believe no?"