Bonnie
Bonnie's plane landed in New York City just as she was pulling out of her meditation. She'd done that a lot, because it was a great way to stay rested, and she was keeping tabs on Tyler. He hadn't gotten any better.

She found a cab and told the driver where she was going. He looked at her doubtfully, but drove anyway.

Just a few minutes out of the city, she saw the hotel. It was run down and had seen to many years of hard weather, but somehow was still standing. Most of the rooms seem to be rented, and there was a lot of men walking around.

"Do you know Tyler Lockwood?" she asked one of them.

"Tyler? Yeah. Who's looking?"

"A friend." She was anxious to see him. Would he be happy she'd come?

"He's up on the second floor. Room 21."

"Thanks," Bonnie said, walking up the stairs that could possibly fall any second.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. It was a minute before he came to the door, and then she got her first look at him in well over a month.

He was taller, maybe. Thinner. There was a haunted look in his eyes, and his expression never moved far from guilty. She gave him a small smile.

"Is this a bad time?" Bonnie asked. "I can come back later." She wasn't actually sure where she'd be staying yet.

"No, it's fine. Come on in." He opened the door wider and she stepped inside.

Tyler wasn't a slob, but the room itself seemed to be permanently dirty. There was a pile of clothes in a bag, a bed, and a bathroom. That was it.

"Um, nice."

Tyler laughed. "It's horrible, but I'm not the one paying."

"What's going on here?" Bonnie asked.

"I'm with a pack of wolves now. My dad used to be one of them a long time ago, so they asked me to join."

She bit her lip. "That's cool, but I was actually talking about you."

"What do you mean?" he asked, way to clueless to be telling the truth.

"Tyler, I'm really worried about you. Why do you feel this way? What happened?"

"It's a long story," he said, looking away.

"I've got time."

Damon
Damon got back from the park. He went straight for the alcohol and was working on draining his glass when Stefan came in.

"Why do all of our conversation's happen in this room?" he asked himself, looking at the empty glass and pouring another drink.

"I think it's time we talked, Damon." Stefan said from his usual stance by the doorway.

"We've talked lots, Stefan. Soon we're going to be like normal siblings who know everything about each other. I'm not interested in your latest bunny meal."

"This isn't about Elena."

Damon sighed. "Everything's about Elena."

"Maybe it is a little," Stefan allowed.

"All right, let's get this over with," Damon said, sitting down.

"We have different ideas about how vampires should live," Stefan began. "We both believe that what we're doing is right. Everyone's different."

"Please no ultimatums," Damon groaned.

"My point is that sometimes we make decisions for the wrong reasons. Sometimes we do things that we know are wrong because they are. What kind of person does that make you?"

"If you've got something new to say about me, just say it. I'm pretty sure I've heard it all before, though."

"Do you really think you're doing the right thing?" Stefan asked.

"I'm a vampire, little brother. Yes, killing people is in my nature. It's natural."

"I'm not talking about that."

"Then what are you talking about?" Damon asked, starting to get annoyed.

"Do you think you're doing the right thing by being with Elena?"

Damon drank his glass, then stared at the wall. What could he say? That he was starting to agree with Stefan? That maybe it wasn't in Elena's best interest to be with him? That maybe she'd be better off with someone else? They'd all run through his head multiple times.

When he didn't say anything, Stefan left.

Elena
Elena was still sitting on the bench when Caroline caught her eye and walked over.

"Hey Elena," she said, walking up and giving a little wave. Elena stood.

"Caroline, hi. Do you want to walk?" She gestured vaguely towards the crowded sidewalk.

"Sure." Caroline smiled. "It's been a while."

"Yeah," Elena answered, distracted. She'd already cooled down from her fight with Damon. What she really wanted was to go home.

"So what were you doing out in the forest?"

"What?"

Caroline crossed her arms. "We were out looking for you, Matt and I. Stefan called to let us know he'd found you."

"How are you and Matt?" Elena asked, changing the conversation.

"We're good." Caroline smiled a little, looking at the sidewalk.

"That's great," Elena said unenthusiastically, looking sadly at the sidewalk. She hadn't used the word 'good' in weeks. Suddenly, she couldn't stand to be around Caroline anymore. It wasn't that she was being annoying or too into Elena's business, but she just couldn't be around someone that happy. Caroline was happy, and Elena wasn't.

For the first time, it bothered her that she had everything she'd thought she wanted, yet she didn't feel satisfied or could even enjoy it.