"Did you do it?" James asked Jonathan as the latter came into his house, his head hung. "Look at my face, how it's positioned," he replied. "If I hadn't done it, do you think I would be this upset?"

"I can't believe you actually did it," James replied in amazement. "I thought it was just a bluff!"

"No," Jonathan shook his head. "Not a bluff, sadly. I was serious."

"So what did you do with Savannah?" James asked. "Surely you had to do something to make her forget you."

"I used a spell," Jonathan replied. "It made her not recognize me at all. As long as I stay away, it won't be a problem."

"And how difficult will it be for you to stay away?" James asked.

"You have no idea how difficult it will be," Jonathan replied. "It'll be hell."

"I don't know what to say," James told him. "Do you want me to say anything at all?"

"Do you have anything to say that would actually help me?" Jonathan asked. "Or would it just be nonsense meant to try and soothe my worried mind?"

"Nonsense," James replied immediately.

"Well, never mind, then," James replied.

"I just need something to take my mind off of things!" Jonathan replied, his hands balling into fists from the tension he was feeling. "Just anything at all would be good."

Just then, Susanna came in. "Hi, Jonathan!" She said and came up to hug him. He didn't let her touch him for long before he gently pushed her away. "What are you going to do today?" He asked her.

"Mommy and me are gonna go see Savannah," she answered. "It's gonna be fun!"

"I'm sure it will be for you," Jonathan replied with a sigh. "I hope you have a good time."

Susanna sobered. "What's the matter?" She asked him. "Why are you sad?"

"Because unlike you," Jonathan replied, taking her in his lap, "I can't see Savannah anymore."

"Why not?" Susanna asked.

"Cause somebody told me that she was gonna be in love with me some day and I don't think that's a good idea," he replied. "And I figure that if I stay away from her, she'll have the good sense to be with someone her own age."

"Oh," Susanna nodded as if she understood. "Okay."

"Speaking of relationships that border on inappropriate," James said with a grin as Henry and Margaret came into the house. "Here comes my son and Maggie."

Henry and Margaret came in, took one quick look at Jonathan, then went off to play without a word to anyone. Lenora followed a few seconds later, and then strode up to her daughter. "Since I'm back, do you want to go to see Savannah now?" She asked. "Or do you want to wait a little bit?"

"I wanna go now!" Susanna replied happily, getting to her feet with amazing speed before grabbing her mother's hand and dragging her toward the door. "Come on, Mommy! Let's go!"

"I think I'm gonna go too," Jonathan replied once they were gone.

"You know you don't have to," James replied. "You can stay."

"I know," Jonathan replied. "And I thank you for that. But I think...I think I'd rather be alone while I try to keep my mind on other things besides my present troubles. Good day, James."

"Goodbye," James replied. "And good luck!"

Despite what he'd told James, Jonathan forced himself to believe it would be easy for him to sleep now that he'd made Savannah forget him. But still, he tossed and turned that night. Finally, he did the only thing he could think of to do: the next day, he went and saw Alistair.

"Mr. Putnam!" Alistair said in surprise when he saw Jonathan on the other side. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm-I'm struggling with something," he said when he came in. "I got a hint from Enid that I'm going to end up with Savannah when she's much older, but as she's now only a child, the thought horrifies me. I resolved to make her forget me. Even put a spell on her to make sure of it. But I haven't been able to sleep since."

"Could it be because you feel guilty for putting a spell on a child?" Alistair asked. "Why don't you just go to Klaus and Amy's and remove it?"

Jonathan sighed. "We'll be right back to square one then," he said. "But I guess...I guess taking the spell off of Savannah will give me a good night's rest if nothing else." Thanking Alistair, he then went to see Amy and to her surprise, offered to babysit Savannah one more time.

"I thought you were trying to get away from her," Amy said. "Couldn't stay away, could you?"

"It's only one more time," Jonathan told her. "Don't make a big deal out of this." He was left to babysit Savannah after that, and the little baby looked at him blankly. "I'm sorry," He apologized to her. "I made a horrible mistake. But I'm going to fix it. I'm going to make things better for both of us."

He then removed the spell from Savannah and, with a deep breath and a small kiss on the baby's forehead, put the forgetting spell on himself.

Amy was a little surprised when she and Klaus returned from their outing and Jonathan handed Savannah to her saying, "Here is a baby, Amy. Is it yours?"

"Well, of course she's ours!" Amy exclaimed, feeling confused as she took Savannah back. "Jonathan, you know that!"

"I do?" Jonathan asked. "No. I think I would know if you had a child. Good day. I think I'll be trying to look for a job now, cause I know I don't have one."

"Well, good luck!" Klaus called. "And here's hoping that it keeps you so busy that we don't have to see you much anymore!"

"Be nice!" Amy chided him when Jonathan was gone. "Can't you see that there's something wrong with him? He has no idea about Savannah at all!"

"And the bad thing about that is what?" Klaus asked. "It seems entirely beneficial to me."

"Here we go again," Amy sighed. "I thought you'd gotten over this jealousy toward Jonathan, but apparently not. There's obviously something wrong with him! I think he needs help!"

"I think you've helped him enough for the moment," Klaus told her. "And even if he doesn't know Savannah, that's not necessarily the worst thing in the world. It seems like he's trying to get his life back together. Why don't you let him have a chance to do that before you interfere?"

Amy sighed. "All right," she replied. "Fine. But if he contacts me and says he wants my help at any time, I'm gonna go help him. Okay?"

"All right," Klaus replied and took Savannah. "Fine. Whatever."

"Do not have children, Kol," Klaus advised his brother. "Or at least do so with a woman who doesn't have her ex attached to her hip."

"Just a minute," Kol replied, his voice slurred, as he grinned at Margot and downed yet another shot of whiskey. "How many does that make for me?" He asked her. "Ten? Fifteen?"

"Oh, I don't know," Margot replied, her head down on the table and her red hair spread out. "I just know you've had more than me and that means you win." With lots of effort, she raised her head from the table, gave Klaus a nod, and then stood up. "I'm gonna go puke now, okay?" She said and then ran off to the bathroom.

"Nice to see you got a girl that can hold her liquor," Klaus said wryly.

"Oh, it's all right," Kol replied. "She has other good qualities." He paused. "Now, what's brought you here?" He asked. "Is it something about Amy?"

Klaus sighed. "Jonathan apparently has some sort of memory-loss regarding Savannah, and Amy is making a much bigger deal about it than she needs to."

"Why do you stay with her if she bothers you so much?" Kol asked him. "You probably complain about something regarding her and Jonathan at least once a day, so why don't you just leave? It'll save you a lot of trouble."

"There's no way I'm leaving," Klaus replied firmly. "Jonathan has left to find a job, and with that going on, we might never see him again. So really, what would I gain from starting a fight with Amy now?"

"Well, nothing I guess," Kol replied. "It was just an idea."

Then, Klaus chuckled. "That was a nice punch you gave Elijah at Roxie's party," he said.

"I know that it probably ruined things," Kol replied. "But I don't really care. He had a punch coming and damn it, I was gonna give it to him!"

"I think all of us have wanted to give Elijah a punch in the jaw every once in awhile," Klaus replied dryly. "But you're one of the few to live the dream."

"Well, he set Father on me," Kol reiterated. "Was I supposed to leave that alone? Do you remember that he wants me to have children with Margot? That'll be an absolute nightmare. We're not the type!" He paused. "I mean, I know we watch Savannah sometimes, but that's different cause no matter how much we screw her up, we can always give her back to you in a few hours. It's not permanent. And that's good enough for me!"

Just then, Margot came back in the room, pushing stringy red hair out of her eyes. "I think I feel better now," she said. Then she came to sit in Kol's lap. "Do you want your prize now?" She asked.

"Not now," he said. "You're not looking so hot at the moment. Maybe you should go lie down."

"Oh, all right," Margot replied, and stumbled, falling face first on the floor. Sighing, Kol picked her up and carried her to bed before coming back to Klaus, and eying Savannah, who was reaching out for him eagerly.

"No, thanks, kid," he told her. "You don't want me touching you now."

"Definitely not," Klaus replied. "Savannah, Uncle Kol isn't feeling well right now. If he tried to hold onto you, he'd lose his grip and drop you, and then I'd have to explain to your mother what happened. I don't think either of us wants that."

Savannah pouted and started to pull her hand away, but Kol took it and kissed it. "There, kid," he said. "Is that good enough?"

The pout turned into a smile and then Savannah buried her head in Klaus' shoulder. "So, what will we do now?" Klaus asked him.

"Well, let's see," Kol replied. "You came over here to complain about Amy, and you've done that, so I have no idea."

"Since Margot is asleep, you wanna come home with Savannah and me?" Klaus asked. "You can't do much here."

"All right," Kol replied. "Why not?"

"Just one thing though," Klaus replied as they headed out. "I'm driving."

It had been a bad day for Jonathan. Looking for a job was difficult. He knew he could ask Astrid if anything was available at the council, but he didn't really want to. He had only one option then: to go home and try and get his father's forgiveness to join the family business. He packed his bags and then settled down to bed for the night, knowing he'd need all the rest he could get for the next day.

He drifted off into sleep and dreamed of a red-haired young lady. She looked both familiar and unfamiliar, and when she saw him, her blue eyes sparkling, she smiled. "Hello, Jonathan," she said, coming to hug him. She smelled like cinnamon and when she pulled away, the smell stayed on his coat. "Who are you?" He asked her. "How do you know me?"

Her smile disappeared. "I wish I could tell you," she said. "But I can't. You'll find out eventually, though." He saw that she was wearing a necklace with a tiny letter 's' on it. "Is that what your name starts with?" He asked, indicating the necklace. The young woman then gasped and threw the necklace away, slowly disappearing as he woke up, the light from his clock shining in his face.

Wincing, he sat up, shook his head, and tried to get his bearings as he undressed and made his way to the shower. As the warm water flowed over him, he made the mistake of shutting his eyes and letting the image of the redhead come back to him. She was beautiful, of course. A figment of his imagination, but beautiful. Why would he be imagining such a beautiful woman? He'd heard from his mother when he was a child that sometimes, dreams showed you the person that you'd spend the rest of your life with. He had no idea who the redhead might be, but he really wanted to find out. Maybe he'd find her when he went to see his father. Maybe when he joined the medical practice, she'd be one of his patients and he could spend his time thoroughly examining her (for purely medical purposes, of course; it would be wrong to think about it any other way than that).

The thought cheered him up immensely, and he got out of the shower, dressed, packed his bags, and zapped himself right to his parents' front door. He put his bags down, knocked, and the door opened to reveal his father's stern face.

"Jonathan," he said. "It's been awhile.

"Yes, sir," Jonathan nodded. "I know it has. I just...I wanted you to know I've finally come to my senses. If there's still a place for me in the practice, I'd like to take it."

"Are you certain?" His father asked. "Are you positive your wild days are behind you and you're ready to be a responsible man, have a job, and support a wife?"

"Oh, yes!" Jonathan said. "I'm definitely ready for that."

"Well, good," his father replied. "I'm glad to finally hear it. You nearly killed your mother with all your shenanigans."

"But she's not really dead, is she?" Jonathan asked.

"No," his father shook his head. "But she came close."

Jonathan zapped his bags to his room and then followed his father inside. His mother was sewing by the fire and his sister Anne was sitting by the hearth, staring into the flames. When she saw her brother, she came and flung her arms around his neck. "It's about time you came home," she said. "Are you here for good?"

"Yes," Jonathan sighed. "Yes, I'm here for good, Anne. For good and forever."