Klaus undressed quickly and put on his regular clothes before coming back downstairs to meet Caroline.

"You got back fast," Caroline said. "I thought you'd be up there longer looking at yourself."

Klaus grinned wolfishly. "Well, you said you were going to take me to see my bedroom next and I didn't want to miss that."

Caroline sighed. "Fine," she said. "Come on. Let's go." She led him to a large, oak door and with a grunt, pulled it open, revealing a red-painted room with red blankets on the bed. "There you go," she said dryly, pointing. "There's your bedroom."

"Well, aren't you going to take me in?" He asked.

Caroline scoffed. "No, I will not! You are a grown man. You can look around a room yourself without any help from anyone."

"Oh, please?" Klaus asked. "I was so hoping you would take me in there."

"Eh-heh-heh" Caroline gave a fake laugh. "Well, aren't you just a comedian?"

Klaus grinned. "You think so?"

"Well obviously you do," Caroline said.

Klaus cleared his throat. "So where are we going to go now, since clearly we're not going any farther here?"

Caroline sighed. "Well, I guess I should show you the other rooms here, shouldn't I?" She spent the rest of the day showing him the house and by nightfall, she was yawning.

"Maybe you should get some rest," Klaus said. "We've had a long day walking around here. You look tired."

Caroline stretched and yawned. "I am tired. I think I will go to sleep."

"But where?" He asked her. "Where do you plan on sleeping?"

"I think I'll take one of the rooms down here," Caroline said "Upstairs can be your area and downstairs can be mine." She paused. "Well, at least until we get things ready for the hotel. Then we'll both have to sleep upstairs or whatever, but until then, I'll be down here and you can be up there."

"Are you sure?" Klaus asked her. "I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable and there are several empty rooms upstairs."

Caroline sighed and took his hand. "Come on," she said. "Let me show you why I like it down here." She led him around as she looked for something that she just couldn't seem to find.

"There's a secret room," she explained. "A spot on the wall opens the door, but I can't seem to find the spot."

"You know," Klaus told her, "I'm really good at finding secret spots."

"Fine," Caroline said, stepping back from the wall and letting go of his hand. "See what you can do."

Klaus nodded and went over to the wall, and began tapping on it. Then he tried another spot. And another, but nothing happened.

"You know what?" Caroline said at last. "You tried. I'll give you that. I guess I'll just have to sleep in another room." She turned and her foot hit the crinkle in an ornate and faded rug and she let out a squeal. Klaus sped over and caught her just before she hit the floor then there was a rumbling noise as the wall moved.

"What the hell?" Klaus asked as a secret room revealed itself. "What is that?"

"Oh, there it is!" Caroline said. "There's where I want to sleep!" She pushed the rug aside and nodded. "I should have remembered that that's where the trigger was. We'll have to make note of that when people come so nobody hurts themselves."

"How would one indicate the presence of a switch to uncover a secret room?" Klaus asked. "Careful, secret lever ahead?"

"Well, no," Caroline said. "But we have to think of something, don't we?" She got out of Klaus' grasp and brushed herself off. "All right," she said. "I'm going to bed. You have a pleasant evening."

"You're not going to sleep like that?" Klaus asked. "In your clothes? You don't have pajamas here, do you?"

"Oh, damn!" Caroline swore. "All my clothes are at my old apartment. Shit!" She sighed. "I guess I have no choice but to sleep like this, do I?"

"Well, you could always sleep naked," Klaus suggested. She glared and he shook his head. "Or not. So, the two things on our list tomorrow will be: one, go shopping and get you some new clothes and two, check all the fixtures and outlets and things of that nature and see what needs to be repaired."

"I would just say that everything does," Caroline said. "Show me an outlet and I bet it will be screwed up somehow."

"Well, we'll see in the morning," Klaus said. "You just try and get your rest."

Caroline nodded. "Good night, Niklaus."

"Goodnight, Caroline," he said. "But just one thing: please, call me Klaus."

Caroline woke up the next morning and looked down at herself. Her clothes were really rumpled and ripe with sweat. She went to look at herself in the mirror. She was a mess. She needed to shower before she did anything else.

She walked to the other side of the secret passage way luckily for her, the trigger to get the door open was much more obvious on this side: A tiny statue of the Venus de Milo. She pulled on it and the door opened, causing Klaus, who was standing on the other side, to jump.

"What's the matter with you?" She asked. "I know I look bad in the morning, but I'm going to clean up, I swear!"

Klaus shook his head. "It's not you," he said. "I was expecting you to be knocking furiously and yelling at me to get you out, that's all. That's why I'm so surprised to see you."

"Oh," Caroline nodded. "Well, thank you for thinking of me." She cleared her throat. "I have to go take a shower now. I feel absolutely disgusting."

Klaus nodded. "Well, all right. You go and do that. But what are you planning to do for clothes? You can't be thinking of wearing those for the second day in a row." He indicated the clothes she was wearing.

"I don't know what I'm going to do once I get out of my shower, but I will put on a robe and think of something," Caroline said and strode off to the bathroom.

Once she was gone, Klaus went back up to the attic and rifled through the dresses again, picking out a blue one to go with Caroline's eyes. He put it on a hanger and walked to the bathroom nearest to the secret room, figuring that was where she'd gone to shower. Sure enough, he heard the water running and Caroline singing. She sang beautifully. He'd planned to just drop the dress off and go back to his coffee and breakfast, but instead, he held onto the dress and waited, just listening to her voice as it drifted to him from behind the bathroom door. He was completely lost in it until the water stopped and she opened the bathroom door with a shriek.

"Here you are again!" She said. "Are you gonna be waiting behind doors everywhere I am?"

He got to his feet and held out the dress. "I brought you this from the attic," he said. "I thought you could wear it, at least until we see about getting you some new things."

Caroline took it and looked at it. "Thank you," she said. "But I don't see why we have to go buy me a whole new wardrobe. Why can't we just go back to my old apartment and demand the landlord give me back my stuff?"

"I don't want you going back there," Klaus said immediately. "It's not safe. And besides, the scum's probably sold everything already. He seems like the type to do just that."

"Oh," Caroline's mouth twisted to one side. "All right," she said. "I guess we have no choice then. We have to get me new things."

"You sound dismayed," Klaus said. "I thought you would be happy. We are talking about going shopping, after all."

"Yeah," Caroline nodded. "I know, and ordinarily I would be ecstatic because I love shopping, but as per the reason why I got kicked out of my old apartment, I have no money! How am I supposed to afford a whole new wardrobe? When we got divorced, Jack took me for everything I had, but I didn't care because it was worth being free of him, but now I just don't have anything, not even a single penny."

"Well, I guess that just means I'll be paying then, doesn't it?" Klaus asked cheerfully. "Now put your dress on and let's go. It's not like you can refuse. You don't want to be walking around here naked, do you? Cause it's what will happen if you don't let me buy you clothes." But he had a twinkle in his eye that made Caroline's eyes widen.

"If you know that my being naked is the alternative to buying me clothes, why are you so eager to head to the mall?" She asked. "I would have thought you'd prefer me naked."

"Well, Caroline, I am a gentleman, and a gentleman gets to know a woman before he suggests that she walk around a house naked," Klaus said. "Unless of course, you're offering."

Caroline shook her head. "In your dreams." She sighed. "Fine, I'll get dressed and we'll go to the mall and get me some new clothes, but the only reason why I'm going along with any of this is because I have no other choice, all right?"

Klaus grinned and nodded. "That's exactly what you said when you agreed to move in with me and wouldn't you know it? Right now we're in the process of having a great time, what with that hotel idea you had and all."

"And who knows how long that will take?" Caroline groaned. "There's so much around here that needs fixing, but first we need to start with the plumbing. My shower was a disaster."

"It didn't sound like a disaster," Klaus said. "You were singing and everything. Beautifully too, I might add."

Caroline blushed a little. "Well, thank you, but the only reason I was singing was to take my mind off the fact that the water was so cold. It would just not warm up, even though I had the dial as far on warm as it would go. I should have been scalded, but I wasn't."

"Well, I'm sorry you were uncomfortable," Klaus said.

"Well, better me than one of the guests," Caroline replied. "Okay, getting dressed now!"

She took the dress and went back to her room, pleased that Klaus had picked a dress for her that was reasonably modern-looking and not the blue gingham number she'd seen that would have made her look either like she'd just stepped off the prairie or returned from Oz.

When she returned, Klaus jingled a set of keys at her. "Ready to go?" He asked.

"Yes," she nodded and followed him to his car, and they drove away. Caroline looked out the window as they passed several modestly priced clothing outlets and she turned to face Klaus. "You do know you've passed a bunch of perfectly workable clothing stores, right?" She asked. "Let's back up and stop at one of them."

"Not if I'm paying we're not," he said. "I'm not just getting you more expensive stuff to prove some point, if that's what you're thinking. I'll get you things that will last longer so we won't have to do this as often."

"'We'?" Caroline asked. "I am not letting you come with me every time I need to buy clothes. I have been shopping for years. I'm perfectly capable of doing it on my own."

"Well, all right," Klaus told her. "But it's your loss." He kept driving and they finally stopped at a helicopter landing pad where a helicopter sat, blades whirring loudly. "Why are we stopping?" Caroline yelled. "I don't think we can buy clothes here!"

"No, but the helicopter will take us to a place where we can buy clothes," Klaus said without looking at her. When the helicopter door opened and a rope ladder unfurled in front of Caroline, Klaus said, "Are you going to be all right going up the ladder? Because I can give you a boost if you would like."

"Is this the only way to get wherever it is we're going?" Caroline asked.

"No," Klaus shook his head. "But it's the quickest. You're not afraid of heights, are you?"

"No," Caroline shook her head. "But I have a thing about planes."

"This isn't a plane," Klaus told her. "This is a helicopter."

"So?" Caroline asked. "They're practically the same thing!" Her muscles were beginning to tighten, making movement difficult. Finally, Klaus picked her up and threw her in. She landed with a thump.

"Hey!" She cried. "You could have been gentler!"

"There's no time for me to be gentle!" Klaus said. "We're on a schedule!" He paused. "But I'm sorry," he said. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," Caroline said. "But I do not like being tossed places like a sack of potatoes, thank you very much!" She scrambled to her feet and sat down, buckling her seatbelt. "I'm gonna be okay," she whispered. "I'm gonna be okay. I just need to relax and think of something happy...something pleasant and relaxing. Like a little stone cottage. With flowers all around it on a sunny day, and birds chirping happily..." she shut her eyes and relaxed, at least until the helicopter gave a roar and rose from the ground. Then, she bolted upright, clawing at her seatbelt. "Let me out!" She screamed. "Let me out, let me out!"

"I'm afraid it's too late for that," Klaus said. "We've already left the ground."

"This helicopter is going to explode, I know it," Caroline said, "and we're going to plunge to our doom in an incredibly painful fireball."

"Well, here's the thing," Klaus told her. "If the helicopter explodes, you won't feel a thing, so there you go."

"Was that supposed to help me?" Caroline asked. "Because you really need to work on your bedside manner."

"Think of something happy to distract yourself," Klaus said. "Sing yourself a happy song."

"All right," Caroline nodded. "I'll sing myself a happy song: I love Paris in the springtime, I love Paris in the fall, I love-" She broke off as the pilot began muttering something to Klaus in a language she couldn't understand. "What's he saying?" She asked.

"Oh, that?" Klaus asked. "He said there's a crack in the engine, but it's just a little one and we should get to New York with no problem."

Caroline's eyes widened. "Oh, my god!"

"I'm just kidding," Klaus said. "Calm down. You're just a big ball of nerves, aren't you?"

Caroline turned. "I don't think there's anything wrong with expressing my emotions!" She said. "Healthy people express their emotions all the time. Express, not repress."

Klaus smirked. "In that case, you must be one of the healthiest people on earth."

"Oh, shut up!" Caroline said.

"Fine, I'm sorry," Klaus said. They sat in silence for a moment and then Caroline said, "Did you say we're going to New York?"

"Yes," Klaus nodded. "Did I forget to mention that?"

"We're going all the way to New York to buy me clothes? Why? There are lots of perfectly nice outlets near the house."

"I think you're only saying this because you're afraid of flying," he said. "Tell me, have you ever been out of the country? Have you ever wanted to see the world?"

"Of course I have," Caroline told him. "Everybody wants to at one time or another, I'm sure, but I just haven't gotten around to it yet."

"Because you don't like planes?" Klaus asked. "How did you travel? Or did you just sit in that rathole apartment of yours wishing for someone to take you away?"

"Jack never liked to travel," Caroline said. "He always said we would someday, but then some work thing would always pop up and out the window our travel plans would go. There was one time he tried to take me on a business trip with him, but I, of course, freaked out on the plane and he vowed never to take me again."

"You and Jack are finished," Klaus said. "There's no need to think of him anymore. Especially if it makes you miserable. It's time for you to start fresh, don't you think?"

"Yeah," Caroline said. "I guess I do. Thanks."

"Now how about you try looking out the window?" Klaus asked. "You're depriving yourself of some very fascinating scenery by not looking. I'll even hold your hand while you look if that will make you feel safer."

He took her hand and she opened her eyes, cautiously turning to look out the helicopter window. She gasped. "Oh, my god," she whispered. "It's beautiful!" She stared, enraptured, at the view outside the window until the helicopter landed. Then Klaus got up out of his seat and left the helicopter first, and then looked up at Caroline as she followed him. "Do you want to try your luck with the ladder, or do you want me to help you down?" He asked.

"Can I trust you to catch me?" Caroline called.

Klaus held out his arms. "I'm ready," he said. "Go ahead and jump."

Shutting her eyes, Caroline took a leap, landing squarely in Klaus' arms. He swayed a little, but kept a firm grip on her.

"You caught me!" She said in surprise. "I didn't think you would, honestly. I mean, not on purpose, but you know, sometimes gravity takes over and everything just falls."

He grinned and put her down. "You know, I'm proud of you," he said.

"Why?" She asked. "What did I do?"

"You went up in a helicopter even though you were scared, you looked out the window even though you were scared, you trusted me to catch you even though you didn't have to, why shouldn't I be proud of you?" He asked.

She shrugged. "I just didn't think that was worth being proud of," she said. "But thank you." And then, to his surprise, she put her arms around him and gave him a hesitant hug.

"Sorry," she said when she pulled away. "I know we don't know each other very well, and I hope I wasn't overstepping when I did that."

Klaus shook his head. "Oh, no, it's fine. Thank you," he told her.

"You're welcome," she replied. "Now, where are we getting my clothes?"

A limo appeared at that moment and Klaus instructed the driver to take them to a Chanel store nearby.

"Chanel? Really?" Caroline asked.

Klaus nodded. "Of course. Why not?"

Caroline shrugged. "I don't know. I just never expected-" She trailed off, unable to think of a way to end the sentence.

They reached the store and after Klaus tipped the taxi driver, they went inside. Caroline was confused for a moment. She saw no clothes, just a very thin woman in black sitting at a desk.

"Hello," she said, looking up at them. When she saw Klaus, her eyes widened. "Mr. Mikaelson! This is a pleasant surprise. We weren't expecting you."

"Well, my friend Caroline needs a new wardrobe and I was wondering if you could help her out," he said.

The woman looked her over. "I think we might be able to do a thing or two," she said. She gave Caroline an appraising look. "Black and white are in this season," she said. "Would you like me to get you a bunch of clothes in black and white, or-"

"I prefer colors," Caroline said. "Please bring me colors."

They spent the rest of the afternoon picking out a rainbow of a wardrobe for Caroline that filled bag after bag, and when it was all finally loaded into the taxi, she felt embarrassment creep over her at all she'd bought.

"I'm sorry," she said to Klaus. "I just-I let myself go overboard and I shouldn't have because it's not even my money I'm spending and I'm sorry, so let's just take some of these and tell the lady that I don't want them, and-"

Klaus put a hand on her wrist and pulled her to him, kissing her. When they finally pulled apart, he said, "Do you want all the clothes you bought today?"

"Yes," she nodded. "Yes, I do."

"Well, then I demand you keep them," he said. "If you have any problem with that, think of them as a business investment. You have nice clothes, which will make you beautiful and confident when managing the hotel, which will make people want to come, which will make us rich, you see what I mean?"

"Yeah," Caroline nodded. "I do. If you look at it that way, then I guess it's all all right. Now are you sure you don't mind paying for all this?"

"Yes, I'm sure I don't mind," Klaus said. "Now just get in the limo."

"All right," Caroline said. "I was only checking."

"Where to?" The driver asked them.

"To the heliport," Klaus said.

"Yeah," Caroline added. "And once we get in the helicopter, it'll only be a short while until we get home."

"That's the second time you've said that," Klaus told her. "I like it."

"Well, wouldn't you say that the house you and I are living in is our home?" Caroline asked. "Screwed up plumbing and all?"

"Yes," Klaus nodded. "It is our home. Screwed up plumbing and all."