Niklaus Mikaelson could feel the Hollow's presence as he strolled through the streets of New Orleans for what—he believed—would be the last time. He did not yet know her name, nor her connection to his family; he had no reason to think the Hollow would ever harm him or his daughter. In that moment, while he slowly made his way to the French Quarter, Klaus wanted to believe the presence he felt was only a ghost; perhaps a vindictive one, the ghost of one of his many victims, waiting patiently to see the Big Bad Hybrid finally get his due. But part of him wanted to believe it was the ghost of someone he loved once. But part of him wanted to believe it was the ghost of someone he loved once.