Three years. It had been three long years since Nora and Mary Louise had fled from Mystic Falls and the seemingly implacable Rayna Cruz. Three years since the pair had forsaken what little they knew of the 21st century to strike out on their own. As Nora had once put it, "All we have now is each other." But that was about to change.

The blonde's head rested on Nora's lap at a bus stop, reading Evangeline, A Tale of Acadie by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

"I want a baby," Mary Louise perked up, looking at Nora from behind her book.

"You do?"

"I do. With you."

"Well, we haven't even been able to find proper housing yet, my love. We're still fairly nomadic. But I see your point. A baby would bring some stability to our lives. We have a meeting with a real estate agent tomorrow. Can we pick up this conversation after we decide on that?"

"Of course," Mary Louise smiled, and merrily returned to her reading as Nora gently stroked her blonde locks.