Bonnie, Elena, Damon and Caroline arrived in Chicago precisely two hours ago. To their surprise, the map reveals that Stefan and Klaus remain in the city. The tracking spell concluded that Stefan was last in a bar named The Loop. So, that's where they decided to seek their friend and foe.
"I wonder why Stefan and Klaus are still in Chicago," Caroline vocalizes her inner thoughts, sipping her Shirley Temple.
"Dear ole' Stef probably has not found what he's looking for," Damon responds. He's downing shots of bourbon like he needed that to live instead of blood.
"Why do you assume that Stefan is looking for something?" Bonnie, once again, is puzzled. "I thought he was an unwilling participant in Klaus' little tour of the United States."
"Well, for the most part, he is," Elena reassures Bonnie. Or herself.
"Didn't anybody tell you it's not nice to lie to your friends, Elena?" Damon swishes the alcohol around in his shot glass. "Or did you tell your 'bff' that it's Stefan who's leaving a trail of bodies up and down the coast?"
Bonnie tries to suppress the shock, but is unsuccessful as a gasp escapes her lips. "Is that true, Elena?"
"I don't know for sure." Elena tries to regain her composure. "We have no proof that he is not being compelled by Klaus."
"Whatever lets you sleep at night, sweetheart," Damon rolls his eyes. If Elena wanted to live in the world of denial, who was he to take that away from her?
Caroline looks ahead to the front of the bar. "Maybe we should ask the bartender if he has seen them."
"Hand me the photo of Stefan," Bonnie pressures Elena, extending her hand out. "I will ask." An odd feeling suddenly rises in the pit of her stomach.
"Okay." Elena bares a quizzical expression as she allows her friend to retrieve the picture. "If you need any help, we've over here."
Bonnie nods as she rises from their booth. She steadies herself as she walks to the front of the establishment. The gnawing feeling in her stomach has taken up residence inside her head as well. She is not positive, but she does not think they should be afraid of the feeling. Her body seldom listens to her. As she reaches the front of the bar, Bonnie sees a dark-skinned woman with bleached hair. She has replaced the burly man that once stood behind the counter.
"I had a feeling that you would be arriving sooner or later." The woman with the bleached hair approaches Bonnie.
"You're a witch?" The odd feeling that she had felt before was now explained. "So, you know why my friends and I have come?"
"Trying to track down Stefan Salvatore?" The woman correctly guesses.
"Do you know where he is?" Bonnie raises her eyebrow, still slightly unsure of this witch.
"No, but Stefan assured me that him and Klaus would be back later this evening." The witch answers, pouring herself a shot of whiskey.
"Hmm, well, thank you," Bonnie turns to depart from the counter, but is struck with the realization that she doesn't know the other witches' name.
"The name is Gloria." Bonnie hears the words travel in the air like wind. When she turns back to the counter, the woman had vanished.
"Are you sure that the doppelganger and her band of friends are in Chicago?" Klaus asks Gloria who had tracked down Klaus and Stefan. They were in a dingy, old apartment approximately twenty blocks away from The Loop.
"I have met Katherine before, remember?" Gloria reminds him. "I know her lookalike when I see it. She has a witch and two vampires protecting her."
"Thank you, Gloria. You have been most helpful," Klaus smiles as he dismisses her with the wave of a hand. He was pleased that the stars were aligning in his favor. 'Tonight', he thinks to himself, 'The doppelganger will claim her last breath.'