After the incident with Savannah, it took awhile before Klaus could bring himself to visit Amy's apartment again. But finally, he did it, after a week of no visits. He arrived at her door and put his ear against it, hearing what he thought was sobbing inside. Carefully, he opened the door and came in, turning on the light and seeing Amy (he was certain it was Amy this time) sitting on the sofa, wearing a bathrobe, and sobbing her eyes out while drinking a large glass of red wine.

"Amy?" He asked, approaching her without even trying to compel her first. She was vulnerable enough already and he didn't want to make it worse. "Are you all right?"

Upon seeing him, Amy just cried harder. "You've ruined me for other men," she cried. "I hope you're happy!"

He sat next to her, took the wine away from her, and took her in his arms. "I won't ask if you're all right," he said. "That would be a stupid question."

Amy just shook her head. "Do you realize how many times I've been dumped since I moved in here on my own?"

"I wouldn't want to," Klaus replied. "But I'm guessing it's not a small number?"

"Exactly," Amy sniffled. "There are a lot of jackasses in the world. They see Vivi and run the other way. You know, I even tried to take a page out of Selina's book and compelled one of them to stab himself to death with a knife, but that didn't make me feel any better."

He kissed her hair. "I'm really sorry," he said. "But remember, as bad as these other men are, they aren't as bad as me. They didn't murder you."

"Yeah, they didn't, did they?" Amy asked, suddenly realizing the way she was positioned and pulling away from Klaus. "And don't think that just because you came in here and caught me in a weak moment that I'm just gonna forgive you."

"I figured as much," Klaus replied. "So...how can I acquit myself?"

"I don't know," Amy replied. "Just give me time, for starters. After I've had some time, then we'll see."

"All right," Klaus replied. "I guess that's fair." He paused. "Am I correct in surmising that Vivi is asleep?"

"Yeah, she is," Amy nodded. "All through the night, thank goodness. Although if she wasn't, it would be a good distraction for me."

"I'm sorry you had to be like this," he told her. "I know that it's my fault."

"True," Amy nodded. "But maybe it'll be good for me. You never know." Then she paused. "I-I know I'll probably regret this, but...if you want to, maybe you could give me a kiss?"

Klaus paused, then slowly walked back to her, leaned down, and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Goodnight, Amy," he told her, and then locked eyes with her. "We had a good night, but I still don't think you should know I was here. When you wake up tomorrow, you'll feel only like you had a good night's rest."

"All right," Amy replied. "Goodbye."

"I'm really sorry I dragged you here," Gwen apologized to Mikael as they settled down to drinks and dinner at Rebecca's while King lay in a carrier on the table. "If I'd known Selina was busy, I never would have made the plans. If you want to take King and run, you have my permission."

"What are we talking about?" Rebecca asked as she came out with bowls of salad.

"Nothing," Gwen smiled. "Just commenting on the lovely apartment."

"Glad you like it," Rebecca replied. They all sat down and with a smile, Rebecca asked the question Gwen had asked her so many times as she peered at her mother's uncomfortable face. "So, Mom...when are you and Mikael gonna get married?"

Gwen and Mikael looked at one another. "We really haven't given it much thought," Gwen said finally. "We'll just see how things go."

"Oh, come on now, Mother," Rebecca replied. "What am I supposed to say to the other daughters when they ask me to explain why I have a mother who isn't married even though she just had a baby?"

Gwen's eyes narrowed. "You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you?"

"Yes," Rebecca chuckled. "I am. Doesn't feel good, does it?"

"I'm gonna choose not to answer that," Gwen replied and zapped over the salad, putting some on her plate and then stabbing it repeatedly with a fork while glaring at her daughter, and when Rebecca came in carrying a pot of pasta, Gwen gave a zap, which caused Rebecca lose control of the pot and get tomato sauce all over her front.

"That was mature, Gwendolyn," Mikael whispered in her ear as Rebecca let out a shriek, swore at her mother, and stomped back into the kitchen.

"I know it really wasn't," Gwen replied. "But she was irritating me, and she knows I don't put up with sass like that." But before Rebecca could return and retaliate, King started fussing, so Gwen took him and went to another part of the house.

When Rebecca returned, she looked at Mikael. "Where did my mother go?" She asked.

"She had to take care of King," Mikael replied. "I'm sure she'll be back in a little bit. But you and I haven't had much of a chance to chat, have we?"

"No," Rebecca replied. "But if you're gonna tell me that I need to apologize to her, you'll be disappointed."

"Oh, of course I wouldn't do that," Mikael replied. "I'm just as aware of your mother's annoying habits as you are, and also feel the occasional need to retaliate against her for them."

"Well, that makes me feel a tiny bit better," Rebecca replied. Then she paused, and, to Mikael's surprise, asked "Do you really like her? She's had terrible luck with men ever since my dad was killed and I don't want you to be just another guy who dumps her." She paused. "Although you're still here helping her raise King, so that must say something about how you feel about her."

"Your mother has left a vivid impression on me," Mikael replied. "In a way no one has for years."

Rebecca chuckled. "She must have hit you pretty hard with that jewelry box when you first met. Did you ever check to see if you had a concussion."

"I was fine," Mikael replied. "There was no need for me to do something so ridiculous as go to the hospital."

"Well, good," Rebecca replied. "I'm glad my mother didn't wound you too badly."

"Rebecca, are you aware that Robbie has locked himself in his room and refuses to come out?" Gwen called. "How can you accept that?"

"He said he's not much of a baby person," Rebecca called. "And with him, sometimes it's easier to let him do what he wants then work through a fuss."

"This is exactly why the boy is a scoundrel," Gwen said, coming to sit back down at the table. "You raised him without a sense of boundaries and just let him do whatever he wanted cause you were too afraid to lay down the law."

"Oh, it's not as easy as you think," Rebecca replied. "Remember when you sent him to his room without dinner and he made you bald for a week? You refused to leave the house!"

"Well, it was worth it to give him a little discipline," Gwen replied stiffly, although there was a bit of color in her cheeks.

Mikael was trying not to laugh at Gwen's misfortune, but she saw him smirking anyway. "Here," she said, plunking King in his lap. "I'll go help Rebecca with dinner. You watch him. "And by the way," she made his glass of wine disappear and as he protested, she said, "I'm not letting you drink while you watch our child. You can have it back later."

Eventually, dinner was served and they ate in peace, although after it was all over and Gwen and Mikael made their way home with King, they made mental notes to wait a very long time before they went back to dinner at Rebecca's.

"I can't believe Jonathan called off the engagement," Susanna said as she and Savannah sat on the sofa in her and Marcel's apartment and passed a container of ice cream back and forth. "I'm just shocked! What was it that you did to piss him off?"

"Why do you assume it was me?" Savannah asked, looking hurt. "It could have been him!"

"Yeah, but it wasn't," Susanna replied. "So, what did you do?"

"Me and Mom are having problems and that just offends him so much that he's holding the ring hostage until I make up with her."

"What sort of problems?" Susanna asked.

"Well, I don't know if you know this, but Dad sort of murdered Mom," Savannah replied. "Fortunately, she had vampire blood in her system at the time, so she just turned after her death, and that sort of made her hate Dad, and I've been stuck in the middle. Plus, she took charge of Vivi, and since neither she, nor Aunt Margot have powers, and I do, I've been summoned to her apartment five million times a day so I can change Vivi back when her powers manifest themselves. And I don't even get a thank you!"

"You poor kid," Marcel said. "No appreciation from anyone at all. And you work so hard!"

"I know, right?" Savannah replied. Then her face changed. "Are you mocking me? I don't like being mocked."

"I'm not mocking you," Marcel promised.

"I would suggest we go out and do something," Susanna said. "But I wouldn't want your mom to be left in the cold if your sister turns into a giant bear or something."

"No, if you wanna go do something, I'm sure we can." Savannah then called Jonathan and let it ring until he answered.

"What is it that you want?" He asked after she identified herself.

"Susanna and I are gonna go out and shake things up a little," Savannah told him. "So would you be there for Mom in case Vivi turns into something and needs to be changed back?"

"Of course," Jonathan replied.

"You're not gonna scold me for abandoning my mother, are you?" She asked.

"No," Jonathan replied. "Although you've helped your mother grudgingly, you've still done it and deserve a break. Go have fun. I'll look out for your sister."

"Thank you!" Savannah replied. "I appreciate it!"

"You're actually thanking me?" Jonathan asked in amazement. "Showing manners? I had no idea!"

"And it's that attitude that makes me not want to thank you so often!" Savannah replied. "I'll see you at home later. It will probably be late."

"Fine," Jonathan replied. "Don't cause too much trouble."

Savannah laughed. "Oh, please," she said. "Susanna and I are two young witches with powers. How much trouble could we get into?"

"I'll probably go to sleep tonight and have nightmares about every possible scenario," Jonathan told her. "Be good, please?"

"Fine," Savannah replied. "We'll be good. I promise." She ended the call and told Susanna, "Jonathan says we have to be on good behavior."

"Well, then, it won't be as fun, but it could be worse," Susanna said. "Right?"

"Yeah," Savannah sighed. "And maybe if I behave myself like he wants me to, I'll get the ring back sooner."

"Here's hoping," Susanna replied. "So...are we going out?"

"Yeah!" Savannah grinned. "Why shouldn't we? We're two young vampire-witch hybrids and the world is our oyster."

"You gonna find a way to entertain yourself while we're out?" Savannah asked Marcel.

"Oh, don't worry about me," Marcel replied. "I'll think of something. Good evening, ladies."

"Good evening yourself," Susanna said. "We'll come home in one piece, I swear." She gave Marcel a kiss and then they were both on their way to pain the town red, the first real fun Savannah had had in a long time.