(Let's do a long one if you don't mind.)
Fast forwarding three years later, it was their birthday again. They had two boys, named Richard and Trevor. They were lovely, and both were three-years-old. Leila was back with her excellent body, and she was a great singer and guitar player. Since her brother had bought her the guitar, she hadn't stopped playing it. Katy was back to her pale and fragile body, and both girls were 18. Katy played some songs when she felt sad, and they were really moving.
Both girls were downstairs, playing videogames on their consoles their brother had gotten them. Their babies were fast asleep on their beds.