Caroline stood by the door wondering if she should call Stefan in for this. Damon had just woken up after having a mild heart attack and being unconscious for several hours. He'd never forgive her if something happened to him on her watch. Still she wanted Bonnie back as well. So didn't her friend deserve this try. She went over to the small bed tray and picked up the remote and placed play. Turning the volume up a bit. A black and white grainy video played.

"You may want to fast forward. For most of the video he's in there alone after Mason drops him off." Jeremy said standing to the side his eyes trained intently on the video.

She did as she was told and stopped when she saw Bonnie's small frame enter into the shop.

Bonnie took his hands in hers, touching his wedding band and twirling it on his finger.

"You're going to wake up and you're going to be extremely pissed and angry," she said her chin trembling. "And then you're going to be sad and depressed."

She looked back at the window. But if she saw something there they couldn't tell.

"When you're angry I need you to go to that place by the river. Where we first found each other in Kahlan. I want you to go there and scream and let it all out. Curse my name, but do not take this out on anyone else, but me. When you're sad and missing me and the baby. Go to her room where we were keeping the chalk board of potential baby names that we couldn't decide from. There's a picture of my last ultrasound hanging there. Kiss it and remember us fondly. I was also thinking that since its a girl that you are right. We should name her Mila-Rose."

She bent down and kissed Damon on his cheek, tears coursing down her cheeks now.

"I'm so sorry baby. Don't hate me."

"Bonnie. What's going on?"

She ignored his question and turned to leave without saying anything at all. Disappearing off the screen.

"Bonnie, help me." He called out jerking on his restraints. "Bonnie, I love you."

Caroline paused the screen as it was made very clear that she wasn't coming back.

"She left me in that room alone." He murmured. "She said goodbye as if she never intended to come back."

Caroline leveled a hard gaze at Jeremy wishing that he had warned her about the contents first. "You called her name. So you still had your memory then."

"Do you have your memory now?" Jeremy asked looking at him anxiously.

"No, I might as well have been watching a movie starring me. But I don't have any connection to it." Damon replied shaking his head the memory of seeing her walk out on him playing on repeat in his head.

"No connection. She's carrying your abomination."

"Slow down, Jeremy." Caroline said fuming.

"She's only in this mess because of him and her own poor decision making. He's lying there helplessly because he wants to forget everything that she did to him."

"Jeremy, you're not being fair here. You're over simplifying things a lot." Caroline said going around the bed and pushing him away from it.

"Is that why he's not protesting because the truth is he doesn't want to remember her," Jeremy screamed pushing past her and heading towards the door. "The rest of the tape gets blurry after that. So does the audio, but you can clearly see that Mason comes in shortly after. He turns Damon human because Bonnie told him to."

"She wouldn't do that!" Caroline replied stunned.

"I'd tell you to ask him, but he's," he raised up his hands making air quotes. "Forgotten."

Caroline turned her head towards Damon. "Just like you had forgotten about the children."

Damon looked at her. "I didn't tell you I had lost my memory. Stefan and the doctor did that. And I haven't taken vervain since I've been in here. So I tell you what, you want to know the truth beyond a shadow of a doubt. Just ask me Caroline. Compel it out of me."

She leaned down and stared into his eyes. "Damon are you forgetting Bonnie and the children on purpose?"

"No," he replied flatly.

She squinted her eyes and thought that she needed a better test. "If you are telling the truth. Get out of bed and hop on one leg." Damon had been given strick instructions not to leave the bed without assistance as it would ruin his chances of recovery. That it would end up doing more harm than good. There was no way that he would put that in jeopardy just to continue this lie. He was too selfish that way.

He began to move the covers from around his legs and slowly moved his stiff legs to the edge of the bed. He put one foot on the floor and she stopped him in his tracks. "Enough. Stop. You're telling the truth."

He snapped out of his stupor and looked down at his legs. "What the hell, Caroline?"

"Sorry," she replied meekly. "Are you in pain?"

He leaned back in bed and moved his legs back into place. "No."

"No," she said raising an eyebrow at him. "Don't make me compel you again. Tell the truth."

"I woke up for the first time when Alaric was in here reading from his journal. My first thought was that my nose itched." He snorted. "My nose. Such a miniscule problem that I never would have noticed before if it didn't mean -"

She gasped. "That your cells are dying." She went over to her bag left by the chair. "I'm calling Stefan."

He grabbed on to her forearm. "Don't not yet. Not until you hear me out."

She sat down in the chair cradling her phone in her hand. "Hear you out about what?"

"I don't remember Bonnie, but I remember Kahlan and I remember you. You and Stefan are great parents. And I'm not doubting Bonnie's abilities for a second because I know that she doesn't need me. Human or vampire. She needs you two. She shouldn't have to raise Mila in that empty world filled with those empty promises and nothing meaningful to grab on to."

"Don't you think I know that. We're all looking for ways to bring her back." Caroline stated feeling guiltier by the second that she hadn't been in on any of the research instead staying home and taking care of Emma.

"But you don't need to look anymore." His eyes glanced towards Alaric's journal. "I heard him reading it. I know I can do the spell."

"That's crazy," she said dialing Stefan's number. "Because if you had've heard than you missed the part that said we needed a Bennett witch or her blood."

"I have her blood."

Caroline's finger hovered above the call button. "What?"

"If she was my wife and she was human as Enzo has explained. Than I was most likely feeding off her. Now that I am human I still could have some of her essence inside of me no matter how small. I can do this spell."

"There's no way that she would allow you to feed off her," Caroline scoffed.

"Are you sure? Because her life depends on it?"

She searched her memory and couldn't remember seeing anything odd around her neck ever. She did use to. "Oh my God. You bastard?"

"Excuse me?"

"She used to wear her watch backwards at the oddest times. I would tease her about it, but she would just claim that I was out of touch with fashion. As if I could ever be slow on the times. But it was just a distraction. She was hiding your bite marks on her wrist."

He smiled relieved. "So we can try this?"

"You could die?"

"I'm dying anyway. I could have a couple of hours now, a day maybe. I want my last moments to be of me reuniting my daughter with her family."

She bit her lip. "Stefan would never forgive me."

"Every hour here is a day over there. Caroline she's raising our beautiful girl alone. If that's my fault let me fix it."

"Fine, what do you need me to do?" She asked pocketing her cell phone.

"Go to the hospital chapel and steal one of the candles from there."

She frowned.

"Unless, you know of another place. Feel free to search. I'll just be here slowly rotting away," he snarked at her as he rolled his eyes.

"No, no. Go on."

"So you need to draw a door on the wall in a place that she frequented a lot."

"Like your bedroom?" Caroline asked.

"Sure, but you need to draw it in my blood. Text me and let me know you've done it and I'll start to recite the spell. If it works you'll know it before I will."

"How so?"

He shrugged. "They'll come through the door."

"And if they don't?" Caroline asked not wanting to think about it.

He sighed. "It will probably be more your problem then mine."

She got up ready to grab the supplies he asked for. She handed him over the book. "This is really good of you."

"I'm not good," he replied back. "Which is why if this works I don't expect you to lie to my daughter when she asks you who I am."

"I wouldn't think of it."

He looked down at the journal. Leafing through its tattered and worn through pages. Looking for the spell. "Still, can you find it in your heart to say one good thing."

"I think I can manage that." She said with a small smile.

She walked to the door.

"Can you tell Bonnie that there's no hard feelings. Whatever I did to her? . . . I'm sure -"

She nodded.