Elijah looked up at the knock on his office door. "Come in!" He called.

Selina opened the door and came in. "I have something I need to run by you," she told him. "Cause I know that if I didn't, it would upset you."

"What is it?" Elijah sighed tiredly. All the days of being around children in Ethan's class had worn him out.

"Well, according to Alistair, Klaus isn't doing very well about Amy, and he thought that maybe if I...I mean you and I-invited him over to talk, it might help him. But I know how you feel about having Klaus and me in the same room, so I thought I'd run the idea by you first."

"I don't know about this," Elijah replied skeptically.

"Why?" Selina asked. "I thought that having you in the same room as us would alleviate any worries."

"Are you really only doing this because Alistair asked you to?" Elijah asked, rising from the desk and coming to face her. "Or is it out of some lingering loyalty to my brother?"

"I believe you think you already know the answer to that question," Selina replied, her eyes narrowing. "Otherwise you wouldn't be so suspicious of me. And if you don't want to help Klaus for his own sake, why don't you do it for Amy, then? Cause the only way those two are getting back together is if Klaus straightens up."

"I never really thought much of Klaus and Amy as a couple," Elijah replied. "I always thought she could do better."

"So you won't help me with this?" Selina asked. "Cause whether you agree to help or not, he's coming."

Elijah sighed. "I don't believe you sometimes," he said. "You're really trying my patience."

"Well, I'm sorry," Selina told him. "But at least you can't say I went and did this behind your back. I should get points for that, anyway."

When Klaus arrived a few hours later, Elijah was relieved to see that Alistair was with him. "I'm still somewhat opposed to this whole meeting," he said. "But I have to admit, Alistair, that your presence eases my mind somewhat."

"Glad to be of service," Alistair replied. He and Klaus sat down on the sofa, and Selina said, "So what should we do here?"

"Talk some sense into him!" Alistair replied. "I've tried and tried, but nothing I say does any good!"

"I've told you," Klaus said between his teeth, "I have the thing with Amy under control."

"So you've decided to leave her alone until she decides (or IF she decides) to let you back in her life?" Alistair asked. "That seems like very grown up behavior coming from you."

"I can be grown up sometimes," Klaus replied. But Selina suspected that he wasn't being entirely open about things.

Eventually, she got Elijah to take Alistair and show him some of his new antiques, and she took advantage of the pair's absence to question her brother in law. "So what's really going on with you and Amy?" She asked. "Do you really have things under control?"

"No, of course not!" Klaus replied. "Amy still hates me. The other day, I was visiting Kol and Margot and she shoved me down the stairs!"

"Well, in her defense, you did kill her," Selina pointed out. "That's not just something she should have to just get over."

"I've been visiting her and compelling her at night," Klaus replied. "It's been kind of nice, actually."

"What?" Selina asked, her eyes wide. "That's a terrible idea! When she finds out, she's gonna hate you even more!"

"Who says she has to find out?" Klaus asked.

"I think she should," Selina replied. "And I'm close to telling her. You can't treat her that way!"

"Well, then, what do you suppose I do?" Klaus asked. "Tell her the truth? Risk never seeing her or Vivi again?"

"If you tell Amy," Selina said, "I bet I can make sure that you'll still be able to see Vivi."

"And just how will you do that?" Klaus asked.

"Well, Amy knows that I'm watching Mikael and Gwen's son King, and she asked me if I would watch Vivi sometimes, too. Whenever I have her, I'll invite you over, and you can see her without Amy knowing. It's a bit shifty, but not as bad as compelling her to get your way."

"And do you promise you'll do this for me if I tell Amy the truth?"

"Yes," Selina nodded. "I promise."

"What is this place?" Ethan asked as Laura brought him and Eli in to Enid's.

"It's called a bar," Laura told him. "I come here sometimes, and so does Mom and lots of other people."

"Where are all the other kids?" Ethan asked.

"I don't know," Laura replied as she sat down at a table and looked around. "But I'm sure there are some. Just be careful, though, and keep me in sight!"

"All right!" Ethan replied and ran off. Then she peered at Roxie, who was chuckling as she approached the table. "What?"

"Nothing," Roxie replied. "Just picturing the look on Uncle Elijah's face if he knew you brought not only his son here, but his precious namesake also."

"I'm not scared," Laura replied. "If anyone can handle Daddy, it's me." Eli began to fuss and Laura put a cloth over her shoulder and arranged her shirt so she could feed him. "It's okay that I do this in here, right?" She asked Roxie.

"Well, of course!" Roxie replied. "I did. No one really pays attention. They're mostly drinking and so engrossed in what's on the TV that the last place they'll be looking is at you. And no one whose the type of person who would truly care comes in here anyway."

"Good," Laura replied. "I figured as much, but I didn't want to feel like I was overstepping any boundaries."

"Ah, don't worry about it," Roxie said. "There are no boundaries around here. That's the best part about it." She turned and noticed Ethan walking out of the game room with another boy trailing behind him. "Look," she said. "It seems Ethan's found a friend."

"If he went in the game room, he wasn't staying in my sight like I told him," Laura remarked. "But as long as he seems unharmed and is making friends, I can't complain too much."

When Ethan came back with a grin on his face, she said, "How are you doing? I saw you made a friend!"

"Yeah," Ethan nodded. "Sorry I went into the game room when I wasn't supposed to."

"I only said that because I didn't want you to get lost or hurt," Laura replied. "You know how upset Daddy would be with me if that happened."

"I don't know," Ethan replied. "He might not. Only Mommy really likes me."

"I'm sure Dad does too," Laura said. She'd finished feeding Eli and had put him back in his carrier on the table. "He just doesn't do a good job of tactfully expressing his feelings sometimes. Like, for example, sometimes he tells me that I need to keep my hair its regular color, even though I like it the way it is. You just have to stand your ground, be yourself, and he'll still love you."

"Really?" Ethan asked. "Okay."

"Now," Laura smiled. "Why don't you introduce me to your friend?"

"Okay!" Ethan replied and ran back into the game room, bringing the little boy with him a few seconds later. He had brown hair and brown eyes like Ethan did, and a shy smile. "Hello," he said.

"Jeffrey, this is my sister, Laura," Ethan said. "Laura, this is Jeffrey. And Eli, too." He nodded at the baby.

"It's nice to meet you," Laura told him and reached her hand out.

Jeffrey took it, not meeting her eyes. "It's nice to meet you too," he said quietly. Just then, he looked in the direction of two people who were getting up from another table and looking at him. "My mom and dad are coming," he said. "I think I have to go."

"I hope we can see you again sometime," Laura replied.

"Yeah," Jeffrey replied, looking fondly at Ethan. "Me too."

Elizabeth looked up at the knock on the door. "Come in!" She called.

Gregory entered and came to sit down next to her. "Hi, there," he said.

"Hello, Daddy," she replied. "What's going on?"

"Well, you know how your mother has been talking about you doing modeling?" He asked.

"Yeah," Elizabeth nodded. "But you don't want me to, I know."

"Do you want to?" Gregory asked.

"Yes," Elizabeth nodded.

"Well, I was thinking that if you wanted to appear in advertisements for the salon, it would be all right," Gregory told her. "You wanna do that?"

"Yes, I do," Elizabeth replied.

"Well, good," Gregory replied. "I'm sure that will make your mother happy."

"I know!" Elizabeth replied. "And it makes me happy too!"

"Guess what?" Elizabeth said to Charlie as they sat at Katherine and Gregory's kitchen table eating cookies.

"What?" Charlie asked.

"I get to skip school at some point," Elizabeth said. "The article that our moms did about the salon made it really popular, and now a bunch of magazines about hair want to do stories about it. So I get to model styles for them. It's gonna take a whole day!"

"How exciting," Charlie said, his voice flat. "I hope you have fun."

"What's the matter?" Elizabeth asked. "Why aren't you excited for me? Are you jealous because you have to go to school and I don't?"

"No," Charlie replied. "But I think it's weird. Doesn't it seem like you're too young?"

"You could look at it that way," Elizabeth concurred. "Or you could say that all the other kids at school are unmotivated and lazy and I'm way better than they are."

"You could," Charlie agreed. "But that won't get you many friends, though. Or any friends."

"Oh, well," Elizabeth said. "I don't care. I don't need to be friends with anyone at school anyway." She paused. "Well, except for you."

"Thanks," Charlie said dryly. "I'm very touched."

"Well, you're welcome," Elizabeth replied with a smile. "I do what I can."

"Did you tell Charlie about your modeling?" Katherine asked Elizabeth as she came in with groceries.

"Yeah," Elizabeth nodded. "But he's not really impressed. He talks just like Daddy, actually."

"Well, don't let it worry you too much," Katherine told her. "You're much too good to worry about stuff like that."

"Okay," Elizabeth replied. "I won't worry at all, I promise."

Charlie looked at her and felt something move in his gut. It wasn't that he didn't want to support Elizabeth doing something that obviously made her happy, but he was worried that her doing modeling would make him lose his best friend, and that was what scared him about this whole plan more than anything else.