Rick Friel opened his door upon hearing the doorbell. Outside he saw a young man and a young woman he didn't know.

They said they were Zander and Quinn Kanishchev, and that he was Amanda's student, and they were very sorry about the mix up last Saturday.

"It's not your fault," Rick said. "It's Amy's, if anyone's. Come in."

"I contributed, though," Zander said, sitting in Rick's living room. "We were sitting around in our study room. We had talked about it before, but I had the idea to go right then, and I called Jackson, the pilot, and he happened to be available and the rest is history. Everybody got swept up in it. Forgot the rest of the world."

"It's OK," Rick said.

"I will remember next time. If I'm going to be a teacher, I need to think of things like that."

"You're going to be a teacher?" Rick said, "Good for you. I know you've come a long way."

"Yes, thanks to Amanda."

Rick smiled. "She'd say she couldn't do anything without a willing student."

"We're having a dinner party at our place," Quinn said. "To thank those responsible for Zander's education. We'd love for you to come."

"That's nice of you. I didn't do much for the education, though."

"We'll stretch that point," Zander said. "You must have overseen Amanda's."

"Bring Amy too, if she wants," Quinn said. "She and Zander are still debating the cause of rising interest rates during the depression."

Rick smiled again. "You'll lose," he said to Zander.

"I know," Zander said.

The next day, getting ready for their guests to arrive, Zander and Quinn were talking.

"We didn't invite Sergei," Quinn said, of Zander's father.

"We can have a separate dinner for him," Zander said. "I think I might have but with Mom being engaged, it just didn't sit right. I don't think he'd do or say anything, but it's kinder to him, like."

"Even after all these years, do you think it would bother him to see Oksana with another man?"

"I'm not sure. It's the first time I know of that he's had to deal with that."

Quinn's parents arrived first.

Quinn's mother Kathleen was an 8th grade teacher at Port Charles Middle School. She had been one of the first to help get Zander back on track with his education. She had helped find Amanda, his tutor, and helped in getting his school records, which had come from Florida and Moscow, translated. She had discovered that one of Zander's teachers in Russia had thought Zander would make a good teacher. She had been encouraging to Zander in that from that point on, having him go on a field trip with her class and just talking to him about what it was like to be a teacher.

Oksana and Jax arrived next, then Rick, Amy and Amanda, and finally, Jackson Delaney.

"It was nice of you to visit my dad," Amanda said to Zander.

"I felt bad for him, thinking Amy was missing," Zander said.

"You feel bad for him," Oksana said. "For a few hours."

"I feel bad for you too, Mom," Zander said. "Now I do." Zander had run away from home, and had been missing for years before Oksana found him again.

At dinner they talked a little about how their last field trip has resulted in Rick thinking Amy was missing.

"Where else have you gone?" Rick asked Zander, deciding to spare them more apology and self recrimination.

"Jackson has flown us to Washington before," Zander said. "Philadelphia. Quebec City. Monticello."

Later after everyone had gone, Quinn said, "If we made any progress with Jackson and Amanda, it's not showing."

"He didn't talk to her much more than anyone else," Zander said.

"She looks at him, to see what he's doing," Quinn said. "But doesn't talk to him."

"Amy said she'd heard a lot about him," Zander said. "The day we first had to the idea to go look at the Federal Reserve. She said she wanted to go to be on the flight to see this Jackson she had heard so much about."

"So Amanda tells Amy about Jackson, but not you, and you are a known matchmaker," Quinn said. "Mysterious."

The next day, after Zander's classes and his evening study sessions with Amanda, he walked Amanda out to her car.

"Hey," he said, "You know Quinn and I are notorious matchmakers, Amanda."

"Yes, you are infamous," Amanda said.

"Should I invite just you and Jackson over, maybe?" Zander said. "The education dinner didn't seem to have done much."

"Oh, thanks for turning your matchmaking to me," Amanda said, smiling, and patting him on the shoulder. "But he's not interested in me. I've seen him many times. Talked to him a lot."

"Are you really thanking me, or do you think I should butt out of your business?"

"I think you mean well and only help along a couple that already likes each other. Take your Mom. She and Jax knew met on their own. You just approve, get them together."

"OK, though I'm not sure they'd have had an easy time of it if not for Jerry and Alexis," Zander said. "And we did a lot to get Jerry and Alexis in the same place."

"Yes. They needed that though. Jackson Delaney and I are in the same place without much of your effort, since you and I went on our trips."

"OK, I'll butt out," Zander said. "No matchmaking service is perfect."

"OK," Amanda laughed. "Don't feel bad. Maybe I'll use you for my dad. He is so stubborn."

"I don't believe her," Zander said to Quinn, later, at their house. "Just the way she said it."

"I don't either," Quinn said. "Notice she didn't tell you she's not interested. She said she thinks he is not. There's a big difference."

Two days later, Zander had a tennis game with Jackson Delaney, who had in the past proved to be a worthy opponent.

After the game, Jackson asked Zander if he wanted to go over to the London Underground for a drink.

"Sure," Zander said.