Elena stretched in the bed, eyes still closed. She didn't want to ruin this perfect moment of knowing she was back, and with Damon again. It seemed odd she thought to herself, that she could not only hear distant sounds, but also smell the scents of this land. Only now, they no longer seemed oddly familiar, but had become almost welcomely normal. She wondered how her conversation with Damon would start, and hoped that he was fully recovered. Whereby his delusions of yesterday would have passed along with the illness, and he would be thinking more clearly

Finally she reached for him, but her hand found only an empty spot on the bed next to her, where just mere hours before he had lain beside her. Her eyes flung open, in search of what her hand had not found. Well, it would appear one of her wishes had come true. Damon was presumable well enough to be up and about.

She quickly arose, and bathed, wanting to look her best for their happy reunion. She took her time doing her hair, braiding tiny side sections to pull them back as the rest hung in ringlets. She had chosen a sky-blue gown from before, which had tiny beads embroidered throughout. They had an iridescent look, giving them the appearance of Opals lining the boned bodice. She liked how tiny it made her waist look. In truth she had lost a lot of weight since giving birth, and as she stood admiring herself in the mirror, she thought she definitely had her pre-baby body back, with the exception of her breast being a little fuller. She chalked that up to the fact Bonnie had always bottle fed Delena, instead of letting her breast feed.

Well, that certainly started to put negative thoughts in her mind, which she quickly rebuked, deciding not to let herself go down that avenue. Not today!

The gown had see through sheer poof sleeves that tapered off midway between her elbow and wrist. It made her realize she was missing two important accessories. She went to her bag and pulled out her original two bracelets.

They may have been slave bracelets but as gorgeous as these were, she was betting they were the finest in the land. She wondered if Damon would be surprised she had saved them. Last but not least after her shoes, she put back on her vervain necklace. She wished she didn't feel the need for it, but after what Stefan had done… or tried to do, it did seem like a necessity. After all Damon was not the only vampire especially in this land, she told herself.

She went in search of Damon. She could see Amul was on the stairs, but didn't give it much thought. She couldn't resist the urge to peek into the nursery.

There it stood in all its glory, and yet it had an empty lonely feel to it. She ran her hand over the fine carved wood. There was no longer any doubt in her mind whom the craftsman with the eye of an artist had been. It was so similar to the pieces she had found in the Salvatore attic. The love in each piece, along with the attention which had been given into the making of even the tiniest of details, made her heart hurt in a strange way. Damon had wanted their baby, it was clear!

It was odd, she had never really given much thought to what type of father Damon would have been (other than protective) she hadn't really pictured him the bouncing a baby on his lap type of guy. Let alone doing diaper duty. That thought made her giggle out loud. No in truth, being as she had believed him to of been dead, she had never really thought at all as to how he would react, or if he would even want to be a father. For most women, that probably would have been their fist, or at the very least second thought. What would the man's, whom they were not married to, (or in her case couldn't even claim as her boyfriend, or any sort of committed relationship of any kind) reaction be? Yet the evidence surrounding her in this room, where no detail was left un-thought of by him, showed there was a very human side still left to Damon. She couldn't wait for Delena to meet her daddy, and could clearly picture her in her mind snuggled fast asleep in this beautifully made crib.

She closed the door behind her, as she set off once again in search of Damon. She descended the staircase, looking around, but to her dismay no Damon. She remembered the greenhouse he had made for her, and guessed he may be waiting for her there. She gleefully ran out to it…but no Damon. As she glanced around she couldn't help but notice the flowers had grown bigger, and were more plentiful. The only thing remaining the same was the easel. It was still in the same spot with the same picture, as if frozen in time. Even the grass flooring had a wonderful field like look to it, again designed by someone with the eye of an artist. Each flower and foliage placed to compliment its companion. Was it possible the flowers here were brighter, and the grass greener than above, or could it be just the reddish sky made it appear that way, she wondered? Right now the red sky had a pinkish tint to it, reminding her more of a sunset. It was odd how the horrors of this land no longer seemed quite so horrible. She knew from her first time here, there were also beautiful places in this world below the other. Much like any place, this had its inner city slums. It also had its countryside where everything looked much different and slower. Elena knew they were close to the city, because she remembered always looking out the towering windows. She went to go to the motes bridge, which was up at the time, only to feel a hand clasp down on her arm.

She spun around in surprise, to find a towering Amul. She hadn't even heard him, let alone realized he was following so closely.

"I'm sorry Mistress (she saw his eyes look down at the bracelets on her wrist) I mean Mam, but the Master says you are not to leave." He told her.

"Are you fucking kidding me, we are not back to that again!" she spit out, her temper instantly getting the better of her.

"Well where is your Master, anyway?" she asked him.

"I believe he had business, however it is not my place to ask. I believe Matilda has prepared something for you to eat, and she will believe you are displeased with her if you do not partake of it". He replied.

Was he trying to reason with her, or sidetrack her? She quietly wondered. Whichever was the case, it worked. She didn't want the poor lady thinking she had somehow failed. After all, she knew how bad that could be down here, and just how much approval meant for someone in that position.

I wonder if Damon told him to say that, just to make me feel guilty. She was thinking while eating the most incredible eggs and cheese biscuit. It seems to melt in her mouth, followed by a glass of orange juice, and milk. Clearly Damon had given the woman cooking instructions. Which made her think back, to when Markus had first brought her here, and that plate of wiggling worm things?

What an asshole, he had done that on purpose! Obviously they had a lot to discuss.