Peter declared he had "Mom's credeetny cartochka" credit card, in Russian, Quinn supposed and they'd stay there at the big hotel in town. Zander, already taking over, Quinn realized, didn't think this was a good idea.

Quinn called Alexis, and by the end of the afternoon, Alexis came over to take Marianna and call her parents, so they would know where she really was and was safe. Joe Quinn came to take Peter to the Connors.

"You can't do all that," Zander protested.

"Sure we can," Quinn said. "An unusual situation calls for unusual measures. He'll be fine there. Tim has friends around all the time, nobody will even notice another teen-aged boy."

"Certainly not," Joe added. He had a book on Indy cars for Zander. "You've got a library starting here," he observed.

"Thank you," Zander said, watching Joe put this book on the pile, too tired to protest against anyone else giving him something.

"All worked out, now all you've got to do is keep working on healing up," Quinn observed.

Zander was walking the next day, down the hall, with no walker, slowly, when Joe came in again with Peter.

"I've never seen you like this, Sander," Peter said. "Here, give me your arm."

"That should be ok," Quinn said, seeing Zander look at her as if to ask if Peter should get involved this way. They made their way down the hall, slowly. Joe smiled at Quinn and they followed behind, together.

"Nice kid," Joe said. "He asked Kathleen to tell him what to do to help around the house. Said his mother always told him to ask that if he stayed over his friends' houses. With servants at his, he didn't know what to do."

"Mom must have taken advantage of that!"

"Sure. He got to clear the table this morning and put dishes in the dishwasher, which he did as though he were saving the entire nation from disorder."

"More of a hindrance than a help?"

Joe laughed. "At first, but he did end up getting the job done."

"I don't think he's supposed to be here," Quinn said. "But I'm glad he is."

Suddenly, Dr. Monica Quartermaine appeared in the hallway, her father-in-law at her heels. He was lecturing her about something. When he saw Zander, he stopped. "Well, Zander Smith, I declare," he said. "I see you've gotten into trouble again."

"Oh be quiet, Edward," Monica said, sharply.

Joe and Quinn stared at Edward.

"Hey, that's a great idea, Sander, I mean, Zander," Peter said. "Great idea. Smith. No spelling it and no explaining to anybody how to pronounce it."

"Who are you?" Edward Quartermaine asked, as if Peter were somehow trespassing.

"Peter Smith," he said. "He's my older brother. Who are you?"

"No brother of that deviant is going to live in this town," Edward said.

Monica said, "Not much you can do about it Edward. Let's go. You were going to see the Huffington woman? She's this way."

Quinn and Joe were staring after them, mouths agape. As soon as the two were out of sight, Joe and Quinn looked at each other. "That's him, isn't it!" Joe said. Quinn explained to Zander. "Aunt Maggie's irritable old man!"

Zander smiled, very slowly. "No big surprise," he said.