Klaus sat with a now empty bottle of alcohol by his side. The whiskey that it once contained was now working its way through his system, but that wasn't going to dull the pain that coursed through his body.

"She's gone," he said, raising his glass to his lips. After downing it in one gulp he threw the glass, it smashing across the wall. "She's gone!" he screamed.

"Well, well. Niklaus you forget me so easily," said a voice that sounded uncannily like Rosa.

"And now your spirit taunts me," he said.

"Do I appear to be a spirit?" said the voice once more, and Klaus turned around. There stood Rosa, wearing the same night gown that she had worn the night she was turned.

"You aren't her," said Klaus standing from the couch. "So who are you?"

"Well done, I thought that with the grief you are feeling you might just believe it," said the person, sarcastically clapping their hands.

"So, you can take any appearance Silas? I guess that is who I am speaking to," said Klaus.

"True, very true. I am here with a peace offering," said Silas.

"Whatever it is I am not in the mood, get out of here," said Klaus, moving towards the liquor cabinet.

"I can bring Rosa back," said Silas. Klaus quickly turned.

"Don't even joke about," Silas held up his hand to stop him.

"Help me. Help me and I will break down the wall. Every supernatural creature will return, including your beloved Rosa. Help me, and you will be reunited."