Henry was awakened one morning at about three because of the persistent ringing of the telephone.

"What?" He said, first sitting up in a half-awake state. He realized that it was the phone and ran to answer it. "Hello?" He got out. "This better be an emergency!"

"Sorry," Marcel apologized. "But I-I need your help. It's about your sister."

"What about my sister?" Henry asked. "Is she dead? Is she hurt?"

"No," Marcel replied. "She's twenty."

Henry's eyes widened and he suddenly felt more awake. "You need help with her?" he asked. "Is that why you're calling? Do you want me to get her away from you?"

"I-I don't know," Marcel replied. "But would it be too much trouble for you to come over while I decide?"

"Sure," Henry replied. "I'll be there in a little bit." He hung up the phone and went to wake Margaret.

"What?" She asked sleepily. "Who was on the phone?"

"It was Marcel," Henry replied. "Apparently, my sister is at his house causing trouble and I have to go bail him out. Will you be all right here by yourself?"

"Sure," Margaret nodded, rubbing her eyes. "You do what you need to do."

Henry nodded and got some normal clothes on before he zapped himself over to Marcel's, where the bedroom light was on, and as he entered, his eyes widened at the sight of his naked sister. Or at least he thought it was his sister.

"You know, I'm never gonna get used to what you did to yourself," Henry told her as he threw a blanket in her direction. "Why in the hell did you do it?"

"I wanted to be with Marcel," Susanna replied. "Duh!"

"Well, don't you realize how screwed up this whole scheme of yours was?" Henry asked.

"No more crazy than your scheme to put Margaret in Emily's body so you could sleep with her!" Susanna replied. "Don't you judge me!"

"Well then," Henry cleared his throat and sighed. "Now that you obviously got what you came for, why don't you put your clothes on and come spend the night with me and Margaret? Unless, of course, you'd rather go home and explain this escapade to Mom and Dad."

Susanna sighed. Her parents really had not been all that happy with her choice to age herself, although they'd grudgingly accepted it. "Thanks for the offer," she said. "But I think I'll take my chances with Mom and Dad."

"Fine, whatever," Henry replied. "You do that."

"Fine, I will," Susanna replied, sticking her tongue out at him before gathering up her clothes and zapping them on while Henry checked on Marcel. "You doin' all right?" He asked.

"Yeah," Marcel replied. still looking a bit shell-shocked. "As long as I'm left alone for awhile, I should be fine."

"Well, I'll help with that," Henry assured him, taking Susanna by the arm and pulling her out of the apartment so she could zap herself back to James and Lenora's. "Good luck with Mom and Dad," he told his sister derisively. "I hope Dad's not too upset with you."

Once Susanna was gone, he headed back home to Margaret, who had waited up for him with a cup of tea. "Everything all right?" She asked.

"Yeah, fine," Henry nodded. "But my sister...she's a piece of work, you know."

"I can say the same about my sister," Margaret replied as Henry drank his tea. "Annaliese, I mean."

"I remember the guy she's with," Henry replied. "Your dad's not a fan, is he?"

"No," Margaret replied. "But Mom says he has to put up with him." She stood up and removed the over-shirt she had been wearing so she was standing before Henry in just her underwear. She kissed him and said, "I'll be in the bedroom. When you finish your tea, you can come and join me."

Henry choked on the tea that he had in his mouth as he watched her walk, hips shaking seductively, from the kitchen. After he finished coughing, he got the rest of the tea down, then zapped himself to his room, removed all his clothes, and made love to Margaret until sunrise, when they both fell sound asleep.

Taking Selina's advice about bonding with his children more seriously so they wouldn't have another Annaliese on their hands, Elijah decided to spend some time with Ethan. He went to Ethan's bedroom and knocked on the closed door. "Son?" He called. "It's me, your father! Can I come in?"

"Sure, Daddy!" Ethan called back and pulled him into his room. Elijah then noticed Ethan's doll lying on his bed with her dress bulging out. "Why is your doll like that?" Elijah asked, trying not to recoil.

"She's gonna have a baby!" Ethan proclaimed. "Isn't that great, Daddy?"

"Um, I um...I guess," Elijah replied and then sprinted from the room, running to the kitchen. "The doll is pregnant!" He yelled. Selina, who was frosting a batch of cupcakes, turned to face him. "What?" She asked.

"The doll is pregnant!" Elijah repeated. "Ethan is pretending his doll is pregnant!"

"Well, isn't that just adorable?" Selina smiled.

"No, it is not adorable!" Elijah snapped.

"When Margaret played tea party with you as a child, you enjoyed it and encouraged her," Selina pointed out. "Why can't you do the same with Ethan?"

"Cause he is not a girl!" Elijah replied, running his fingers through his hair. "This...this is just too much!"

"Are you gonna run off to Enid's with your brother and get drunk again?" Selina asked.

"Well, could you blame me if I did?" Elijah asked.

"Yes, I could!" Selina replied. "Cause you're making yourself sick over nothing. This whole doll thing could just be a phase. Or it might mean something more in the future. Either way, it's not something you can change. Love your son for who he is. You were able to do that with Laura, despite the fact that her whole personality is not the nice, neat sort you like."

"Well, of course I love Laura," Elijah replied testily. "I delivered her and she's exactly like you, so how could I not?"

"Well, if you can accept Laura as she is, you should at least try to accept Ethan, cause he's your son, and I worked damn hard to get him into this world," Selina replied. "Think about that!"

"Here we go again," Elijah said and rolled his eyes, heading out of the kitchen while Selina pursed her lips, and watched him go. But she smiled when, soon after, she heard Ethan shout at his father in a worried voice, "Come on, Daddy! The baby is coming and I need help!"

"Well, all right," Elijah got out. "Hold your horses!"

Selina chuckled to herself and when Elijah returned, looking as miffed as ever a few minutes later, she bit her lip on a smile and said to him, "So, how was the delivery? Was it as easy as Laura's?"

"He had her have a bear!" Elijah said through his teeth. "A human-looking doll having a bear. How unbelievable is that?"

"Look, I know that when you were growing up, there wasn't a lot of time to sit around and be imaginative, but didn't you ever play pretend, or anything like that?" Selina asked. "And I'm sure Ethan appreciated your help. You didn't tell him that the whole exercise was stupid, did you?"

"No," Elijah sighed. "I kept my mouth shut about that."

"Good," Selina nodded. "Good job." She then went in to see Ethan. "So, how does Clementine like her baby?" She asked.

"She likes her a lot!" Ethan said. "See?" Selina saw that Clementine and the small bear were next to each other on the bed, the small, dark brown bear set up in a sort of carrier made out of newspaper. "Her baby looks pretty comfy," Selina said. "What's the baby's name?"

"I don't know," Ethan shrugged. "Probably Toby."

"So he's a boy?" Selina asked.

"Yes," Ethan nodded.

Just then, the phone rang. Selina excused herself, then went to get it. It was Toby's mother, asking if Ethan was available to play.

"Well, I'm sure he'd love to!" Selina replied. "I'll go ask him." She headed back to Ethan's room and said, "That was Toby's mother on the phone and she wants to know if you'd like to come play with him."

"Sure!" Ethan replied enthusiastically, pushing his light brown hair out of his dark eyes (another reason Selina supposed Elijah was so concerned about his behavior: the boy looked more like him than her.) "Can I bring my toys? I promise not to get them dirty."

"Oh, get them as dirty as you want!" Selina replied. "That's what washing machines are for!"

So with a smile, Ethan gathered up his toys and Selina drove him to Toby's house. When she returned, she found Elijah sitting on the living room sofa with a book in his hand, smirking at her. "What's so funny?" She asked, coming closer. "What do you have there?"

"It would be your diary," Elijah replied. "From the twenties. A very entertaining read that I bet legions of Lonely Heart enthusiasts would pay a pretty penny for."

"You think?" Selina asked. "I didn't see it as being that interesting."

"Oh, it is," Elijah replied. "Especially all the stuff about me."

"I wrote about you?" Selina asked. "I don't remember that!"

Elijah chuckled again, clearing his throat and beginning to read an entry: "July 3, 1923: Met Klaus' brother Elijah today. He's a handsome man, I suppose. But I hate him. He seemed familiar to me at first glance, and I couldn't identify him for the longest time. But then I remembered: He came to Granny and Granddaddy Lockwood's when I was sixteen and stayed around long enough to make me fall for him before he left and I didn't see him for years. And that angers me so much, even if he was a good kisser. Especially since he was such a good kisser."

"All right, all right," Selina said. "You can stop reading that now." She started to snatch it away from him, but then pulled back. In case the book was fragile, she didn't want it to get ruined.

"You really should transcribe this," Elijah replied. "You wouldn't want to lose all this juicy material."

"Fine," Selina snapped. "Give it to me, and I'll think about it."

Elijah smirked, handed it to her, and then strode off to his office.

"Mom and Dad want to have another baby," Charlie told Elizabeth as they sat on the porch swing together at Gregory and Katherine's. "Do you think they hate me?"

"What if they do?" Elizabeth asked, concerned. "If your parents kick you out, you can come live with me! Or we could run away somewhere."

"Really?" Charlie asked. "You're so nice, Elizabeth." He leaned his head against her and she ran her fingers through his hair.

At that moment, Gregory came out and peered at them. "What's going on?" He asked. "Is everything okay?"

"Daddy, if Charlie's parents have another baby and kick him out of their house, can he come live with us?" Elizabeth asked her father.

"His parents would not kick him out if they had another child," Gregory assured his daughter. "I promise that wouldn't happen."

"Oh," Elizabeth nodded. "But are you sure?"

"Have I ever lied to you?" Gregory asked.

"No," Elizabeth replied. "You haven't." She paused. "Why did you come out here?"

"Do I need a reason?" Gregory asked. "Scootch over."

Elizabeth looked at him doubtfully. "I don't know," she said. "if you sit with us, you might break the swing."

"Well, fine," Gregory replied and pulled one of the deck chairs near them to sit down. "There. I'm sitting in a different chair. I won't break the swing."

A few seconds later, Katherine poked her head out. "Here's where everyone is!" She said. "I was wondering!" She paused and started toward the swing. "You're not allowed to sit there," Gregory warned her. "Although you're very svelte, Elizabeth thinks the swing will break if anyone else sits there. However," Katherine paused. "What?"

Gregory grinned. "This is a pretty solid chair. You can come sit on my lap if you want." Katherine smiled and took a seat on his lap let him run his hand over her jean-covered thigh while Elizabeth and Charlie looked at one another with disgusted faces and ran back inside, leaving Katherine and Gregory alone on the porch.

"I know I haven't said this to you in a long time," He told her. "But thanks...thanks for agreeing to let me bring Elizabeth into our lives."

"You're-you're welcome," Katherine got out. "It was kind of hard having her around at first, and sometimes it still is, you know, cause I had to give up a baby when I was human and it was a girl, just like Elizabeth. I never knew what happened to her."

"Well, that's a shame," Gregory replied. "I wish there was some way we could fix that."

"Well, there's not," Katherine replied, standing up. "So there's no use dwelling on it."

She went into the house, acting like nothing was wrong, but the next morning, when he went to get the mail, there was a letter in the box with a return address on the envelope that said it was sent by a Nadia Petrova. Gregory stared at the letter a long time, wondering whether he should show Katherine the letter or not.