The lake house is exactly as Elena remembers it. It's as if time hasn't touched it – not a thing.

She never got around to clearing out her parents' things – let alone Jeremy's. She stands in the doorway to his room, just… looking.

At the sketchbook he left on the nightstand, and his old sneakers in front of his closet door, and the posters on his wall.

It isn't much, but it's all Elena has left of her brother.

She regrets burning their house to the ground. Yes, the house was filled with her ghosts. But it also contained mementos – reminders of her loved ones that she can't get back.

Now, they're nothing but ash.

Like Jeremy.

Elena gathers her courage, and steps into Jeremy's room. She picks up his sketchbook – opening to the first page, aching to see something, ianything/i, created by her brother's hand.

Something falls out and hits the floor.

A cigarette, that Jeremy must have hidden among the pages.

Elena always told him that smoking would kill him one day… Joke is on her.

Suddenly, her cheeks are wet, and she's shaking, and she can't breathe, and…

Strong arms wrap around her, pulling her into a familiar chest.

"Oh, love," Klaus murmurs in her ear, gently carding his fingers through her hair. "It's going to be alright."

Except it won't.

Because eternity stretches before Elena – and it's an eternity without her little brother.