"I can't believe you've finally moved in here," Charlotte told Amelia as she looked around Jake's house. "I was so surprised when I went to Matthew's house to look for you, and he told me where you'd gone."

"Do you disapprove?" Amelia asked. "Am I going to get some sort of lecture about moving in with a man that I'm not married to?"

"No, of course I won't lecture you for finally getting your head on straight and going to live with the man you love," Charlotte said, her blue eyes bright. "If you'd done it when you were alive, think about how many problems could have been avoided."

"But that's just it," Amelia informed her. "I did move in with him when I was alive. Right after my parents died. You were dead by then, though, so you wouldn't have been around to see it."

"Ah," Charlotte nodded. "Well, I hope you did. It was the best thing for everyone, including your daughter."

"Oh, it was," Amelia nodded. "That was probably the first time I ever felt like a competent mother. Then he up and died and I was left alone again."

"You did?" Charlotte asked Andrew. "How in the world did you die? Was it disease?"

"No," Andrew colored a little. "Gambling game gone wrong, I got shot, the end."

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Charlotte reproached him. "Couldn't you have put that sort of behavior behind you? Didn't you know that something like that could happen to you? Why couldn't you think of Amelia instead of yourself?" She scoffed. "Maybe she was better off marrying your brother after all."

"Don't you talk to him like that!" Amelia remonstrated her friend, much to Andrew's surprise. "He was planning on giving it up. He told me so before he left that it would be his last game. The fact that he happened to get shot that time was just bad luck!"

"Are you all right?" Andrew asked her. "You've never defended my gambling before. You've always been just as uptight about it as Charlotte is. What's changed?"

"Well, it's like picking on your family," Amelia said. "People in the family are allowed to do it, but when other people outside do it, it's stepping over a line."

"I just hope you realize what you're getting into with this attempt to start over again," Charlotte told her. "Because I wouldn't want to see you be how you were in life all over again because you made a bad choice."

"I think I'll be fine," Amelia replied. "But thank you for your concern." She paused. "And you know, maybe we should start looking for someone for you. What do you think?"

"Are you out of your mind?" Charlotte cried. "I'm married, remember?"

"But really, how good was your marriage with Giuseppe?" Amelia asked. "He was only slightly better to you than Robert Pierce was to me. He cared more about his boys than he did you."

"Well, that was just his way," Charlotte replied. "And it's not like I ever put up with his nonsense anyway."

"Don't you think you deserve better than that, though?" Amelia asked. "Think of everything you used to tell me about Robert Pierce, and I'm going to tell you the same thing about Giuseppe. Your vows with him only went until death do you part. Now you're both dead. You can move on and get someone better."

"Perhaps," Charlotte said reflectively. "But finding that person…that's going to be difficult. I have standards, you know?"

"Yes, I know," Amelia nodded and hugged Andrew. "But you never know. It could happen at any time. Just like Andrew and me. We had to wait all that time, and now we both know that we're gonna be brought back to life soon."

"Well, I wish you the best of luck," Charlotte told them. "I mean that."

"Are you sure it's a good idea to send her home?" Matthew asked the doctor, his voice full of worry. "I don't want to take Christine out of here if it'll just happen again."

"She's handled things well for a couple of days, so it's entirely possible that what she's going through is over," the doctor assured him. "However, it wouldn't hurt to have someone watch her. Do you have anyone that could do that?"

"Do I really need someone to watch me?" Christine asked from her wheelchair as they wheeled her out to Matthew's car. "If you say I'm better, I should be able to handle things myself."

"No, if they say someone needs to watch you, then I will," Matthew replied.

"It's very sweet, but you know you can't. You start work tomorrow," Christine reminded him.

"Well, I'll just tell them that I can't take the job," Matthew told her.

"No, you can't do that!" Christine shook her head. "Selina doesn't have class. We'll just call her and ask if she can watch me while you teach. It'll be fine, I promise."

"And what if she can't watch you?" Matthew asked. "What will we do then? I know you think I'm being ridiculous and a nuisance, but I'm truly terrified of leaving you alone and with no one to help you in case something goes wrong."

"Then we'll think of something else," Christine told him. "And don't you say you're gonna quit the job before you even have a chance to start it. That's not an option!"

"I really think you'll have less to worry about now, sir," the doctor told him. "Listen to your wife."

"All right," Matthew agreed. "It'll be hard, especially considering how she looked before we brought her here. I just don't want her to go through that again."

"I don't either," Christine told him as they reached the car. "Believe me."

To ease Matthew's mind, Christine called Selina as soon as they got home and told her of her father's worries.

"Sure I can come over and watch you for him," Selina told her. "It won't be every day of course, but I'll come and do it when I can for sure. You want to hand the phone over to Daddy so I can tell him that?"

"Yes," Christine nodded, her dark eyes bright. "Yes I do." She handed the phone over to Matthew so he could hear the same reassuring words Selina had told Christine.

"All right," Matthew nodded. "You're being very kind, dear, but it's not interfering with your work, is it? I wouldn't want you to be fired just because you're doing something kind for me."

"Oh, no," Selina said. "It doesn't interfere with work. I don't teach every day, and I'll be coming on the days that I don't."

"All right," Matthew told her. "If it works for you, I guess it works for me."

"Good," Selina replied. "I'll see you and Christine tomorrow, Daddy. And you start your first day of work tomorrow, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," Matthew nodded. "I'm a bit nervous, though."

"Oh, I don't know why," Selina said. "You'll do wonderful."

"I really hope so," Matthew told her. "Cause honestly, I'm not quite sure what I've gotten myself into and I hope it goes all right."

"Daddy, you can go now," Selina told her father patiently as she and Christine tried to push him out the door the next day. "If you don't leave now, you're going to be late!"

"Are you sure you ladies can handle things here?" He asked, looking back and forth between them.

"Yes!" Selina and Christine said forcefully at the same time. Then Selina added, "You don't want to be late on your first day of work, do you?"

"No," Matthew sighed. "That wouldn't be good." He kissed Christine and told her goodbye, then he hugged his daughter and told her 'Thank you' before taking one last, long look at the pair and marching out to his car.

Once he was gone, Christine said to Selina, "You're not gonna make me stay in bed, are you?"

"No," Selina shook her head. "If you're not feeling unwell, why would I?"

"Thank you," Christine hugged her hard. "I'm so happy to hear you say that."

"Yeah," Selina said, thinking of how much of a worrywart her father was. "I bet you are." She paused. "You want to leave the house and go out for a drive? How are you about eating now?"

"I would love to get out of the house," Christine replied. "And I could really go for a hamburger and fries. What about you?"

"Add a shake to that and I'm in!" Selina told her. "Are you ready to go? Let's take my car! And maybe we could get baby stuff after. What do you think? Is it too soon?"

Christine shrugged. "I don't know if it's too soon. You know better than I would."

"Let's at least look at things," Selina replied. "I don't think a little shopping would hurt. Maybe get a few things in some non gender-specific colors since you don't know what you're having yet."

"Sure," Christine nodded, not really caring where they were going or what they were doing just as long as she could get out of the house for some air. "Let's go!"

They left and by the time they got back, they were both loaded down with bags, which shocked Matthew when he came home.

"What's all this?" He asked in surprise.

"Selina and I went baby stuff shopping today!" Christine informed him. "How was your first day teaching?"

"It went well enough, I guess," Matthew replied. "No horrible incidents or anything, so I consider that a victory." He sat down and let out a groan. "But it's so great to be home, though."

"Were you worried all day?" Christine asked him. "Please tell me you weren't."

"Not about you," Matthew assured her. "But I am concerned about what we're gonna do on the days Selina is teaching."

"Oh, we'll figure something out," Selina told him. "I promise."

It wasn't long after, however, that the situation resolved itself. Selina got a new boy in her class, a made vampire who, along with his mother, had been transformed during a robbery. He wasn't happy to have to go to school even after he died, so getting him to pay attention to anything was a bit of a problem. He had absolutely no respect for her authority either, no matter how patient Selina was.

There were days when she just wanted to kill him, but as his mother, even in her vampire state, was still very wealthy and one of the biggest donors to the school and would surely pull the donation if anything happened to her son, so Selina kept quiet.

That is, until one day when the boy's antics caused the classroom (and some parts of the school) to catch on fire and many of his witch and werewolf classmates were sent to the hospital with burns. It was then that Selina had had enough and actually threatened him and gave him a smack.

"I'm gonna tell my mother you did that," he said, putting a hand to his cheek. "And I'm also gonna tell her that you've been failing me on purpose cause you're a bad teacher."

"No, I'm failing you because you truly suck at everything we do in here, and it's your fault that the fire started," Selina replied. "I would love nothing more than to kill you so I never have to look at your smarmy little face again."

That threat got her called to the principal's office a few days later where she was met by the smirking boy, his angry mother, and the principal, no longer Viktor's former wife Alexandra, but a werewolf who was firm but fair in his discipline.

"There she is!" The boy cried when Selina entered the room. "There's the woman who threatened to kill me!"

"Mr. Lasky, I want this woman fired!" The mother cried, bringing her perfectly manicured hand down hard on his desk. "If she's not shy about threatening my son, who knows what she's planning to do to the other students?"

"I'm sure Ms. Warren didn't mean to threaten your son," the principal replied. "The fire was a stressful situation for everyone. But I'm sure she'd be willing to apologize now."

"Good," The woman replied, glaring at Selina. "Cause if she doesn't, I'm afraid I will have to pull my donation from this school. It would be a shame to see it closed down because some woman couldn't keep hold of her temper and took her anger out on a poor defenseless student."

"Excuse me," Selina said at last. "Your son is not a poor, defenseless angel. He started the fire! He put lots of his classmates in the hospital! I tell you what, he should be put in jail for that. He is the menace! Not me! And I won't apologize. I'm sorry, Mr. Lasky. I just can't."

"Then you have doomed this school," he told her as the mother and son prepared to leave. "I hope you're proud of yourself, Ms. Warren."

Selina then grabbed both mother and son and fed off of them until they lay dead on the principal's office floor.

"Oh, goodness," she said, shutting her eyes and savoring the moment as she licked the mother's blood off her fingers. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that!"

"But what about the school?" The principal asked. He'd gone white as a sheet. "You better have a way to make up for the lost funds!"

"Oh, I do," Selina replied, grabbing her checkbook out of her purse and writing out a check for the amount the woman usually gave, which was around a million dollars. "There you go," she said. "Is that enough compensation for what I did?"

"Yes," The principal nodded, feeling kind of amazed that the woman he thought of as a hippie type most of the time had that much money so readily accessible. "Monetarily, we're even. But I don't think I should just let murder go. If it gets out that a teacher is killing students and parents, it could be disastrous!"

"I know," Selina agreed. "But I'm not the only one that had a problem with that kid. Anyone on the staff could have murdered him. Why don't I take a couple of months off, and then when all this blows over, I'll come back?"

"And you're all right with that?" The principal asked in surprise. "Really?"

"Oh, yes," Selina nodded. "I have a perfect way to spend the time."

"So let me get this straight," Elijah said to her in the car on the way home. "You killed the really annoying boy and his mother, causing the school to lose the donation she usually gave, but you haven't been fired."

"No," Selina shook her head. "I paid the school back with money from my own pocket. It's not like I don't have more than enough that I hardly ever spend. And I assured Principal Lasky that I would be willing to take a few months' break so no one would think the school was unsafe to send their kids to. It's okay. It'll make it easier for me to watch Christine for Daddy anyway." She paused. "Are you going to scold me for what I did?"

Elijah scoffed. "You know that I normally do frown on you taking lives, but that boy and his mother…I've never met such terrible people! They even pushed me to my limits! After a class with him, I would often fantasize about the time I spent helping with the Spanish Inquisition. Seeing that boy on the rack was particularly satisfying. Since that boy and his mother were nowhere near innocent, I won't scold you for what you did…just don't make a habit of it, all right?"

"All right," Selina assured him. "I promise."