Caroline didn't feel safe until she was back in the dorm room at Whitmore. Enzo laid Ivy out and removed the vervain darts. She was still out cold.

'Thanks for the rescue, gorgeous' Enzo said, walking towards the door.

'Where are you going?' Caroline asked in despair.

'Well, first, I'm going to kill that vampire slaying vigilante and his two helpers.' Enzo replied grimly. 'And then there's someone else I need to take care of.'

'What, wait - no!' Caroline cried. 'Matt and Jeremy came with me, to get rid of that guy so I could sneak in.'

'And what a beautiful bit of sneaking it was darling' Enzo grinned at her. 'Ok, so Beavis and Butthead live to fight another day. Even if Matt didn't tell you where I was.'

Caroline frowned.

'What do you mean?' she asked, puzzled. Enzo had referred to Beavis being back in the barn. She had assumed he'd meant Tripp.

'Matt was at the barn yesterday' Enzo replied. 'He saw me there. And I assume he has a very good reason for not telling anyone.'

Caroline flushed in anger.

'Matt knew you were being held there?' she asked.

'Yes' Enzo nodded. He opened his mouth to tell her that Matt had witnessed him being tortured, but changed his mind. She looked angry enough.

Caroline grabbed her phone and dialed Matt's number. Another thought niggled at her. Something else Enzo had said. What was it? Matt's phone rang four times then went to his voicemail.

'Oh, what is it with men and answering phones!?' she threw the phone on the bed in anger and it struck Ivy on the leg. She stirred and opened her eyes.

'Caroline?' she squinted. Se winced and put a hand up to her head. 'What happened?'

'You were shot and vamp-napped by the town ethnic cleansing society' Caroline said, perkily. 'But it's ok, I rescued you. Enzo helped.'

Caroline gestured towards Enzo, just as the niggling thought made it to the front of her brain. Stefan. Enzo had said something about Stefan. In the barn. He'd asked her if Stefan had told her how he'd ended up there. And Matt knew too. What the hell was going on? She turned to ask him what he'd meant by it, but he was no longer standing there. The door to her room was ajar.

Enzo was gone.