Elijah's eyes opened suddenly as he felt someone roughly shake him. "What the hell?" He whispered. He reached up for the light switch and saw that it was Selina who was shaking him awake. "What in the world?" He yawned. "Darling, what's the matter? Did you have a bad dream?"

"No," Selina replied. "Get dressed. We're going out."

Elijah looked at the clock on the bedside table. "For heaven's sake. It's three in the morning. We're not going out. Now go back to sleep." He pulled the covers back over himself and tried to ignore her, but she made it very difficult.

"You have to get up!" Selina cried. "Come on. Please?"

"Why can't whatever it is wait until tomorrow?" Elijah asked.

"Because you'll be too self-conscious to do what we're doing now tomorrow," Selina replied. "Either you get out of bed and dress now, or god so help me, I will open the curtains."

This made Elijah sit up. The window across from their bed allowed a lot of moonlight to enter the room, which according to Selina, was what made him act wacky, even when the moon wasn't full. "You wouldn't do that," he told her. "It's not nice."

"I don't care," Selina replied. "You're not responding well to 'nice' so I have to be tough. Now get out of bed!"

Glaring at her, Elijah threw the covers aside and, seething with resentment, got out of bed. "Is this why you sent Ethan to Laura and Edward's?" He asked, deadpan. "So you could drag me out of bed at three in the morning against my will?"

"Be more open-minded," Selina replied. "You'll see why we have to do this now when we get to where we're going. There's a good reason."

They got in the car and drove to the nearby park. The gate had been locked for the night, but Selina got it open while Elijah looked at her with disapproval. "You know that's not right," he said as they headed inside.

"It's all 'Can't' and 'Don't' with you, isn't it?" Selina observed and gave him a shove. "Chase me!" She cried. "You're it!"

"Not really in the mood," Elijah muttered. But he ran after her anyway, and the longer he ran, the more his body temperature seemed to rise. He pulled off his shirt and threw it on the ground before catching Selina near a tree and pushing her up against it."

"Looks like you lost your shirt," Selina observed. "Wanna help me lose mine?"

Elijah nodded, his eyes suddenly glowing yellow as he pulled her top off and kissed her deeply, and then, after she lifted the skirt of her night gown, he took her against the tree.

By the time they pulled apart, both were panting. "How was that?" Selina asked. "I don't think you could do that during the day."

"On the ground," Elijah demanded of her.

"The ground?" Selina asked. "Really?"

"Yes," Elijah nodded. "Really."

"All right," Selina sighed, trying not to wince at the thought of getting dirty. She got down on her back on the ground, and looked up at the sky. Then Elijah got down on his knees and climbed on top of her, beginning round two of what they'd begun against the tree. Selina clutched him and looked up at the sky as she screamed at her release. With all the thrusting Elijah was doing, he would be tired in the morning. Eventually, he fell asleep on top of her, and Selina stroked his hair before gently getting up and going to the car to get a blanket so he could keep hold of his dignity and not be so shocked and embarrassed in the morning.

"We should do something to help your father," Edward told Laura. "From the sound of things, he's not dealing with his transition very well."

"Well, can you blame him?" Laura asked. "I mean, for you and even me, we knew our whole lives that becoming a werewolf was a possibility, but Daddy...it was just sprung on Daddy before he even had time to adjust to the idea. I mean, I'm sure we could try something, but Mom's probably working with him."

"So you're saying we shouldn't interfere?" Edward asked.

"I'm saying we could, but it's not necessary," Laura replied. "I personally think the best thing we could do for dad now is let him see Eli. That could be our major contribution to his being able to face reality. Don't you think?"

"Possibly," Edward replied. "You could be on to something. "Why don't you go there now?"

"Oh, I don't know if Dad's in the right mind to have company," Laura replied. "Mom took him to the park last night to get him accustomed to his werewolf nature. They stayed out too long, fell asleep, and then the people who ran the part found them. That's what Mom said."

"Oh, dear," Edward replied. "Your poor father."

"Mom had covered him with a blanket, and it wasn't like he was naked or anything, but still, you know Dad," Laura smiled fondly. "Anything short of a three-piece suit is severely under-dressed according to him. I hope Mom's plan didn't backfire."

"Wanna call and see?" Edward asked.

"Yeah," Laura replied. "I'm really curious."

She called and was surprised that it was her father who answered.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking," Elijah replied.

"You are?" Laura asked in shock. "Really?"

"Your mother took me out at night when no one saw me," Elijah said. "And when they found us in the morning, I was wearing a blanket. And it didn't take your mother too long to send them away."

"So you...had a good time last night?" Laura asked. "Or do you remember?"

"I don't remember precisely what we did, although given the way I woke up, I can probably guess," Elijah replied. "Your mother assures me that I didn't kill anyone, and I just...I feel good. Content. I really can't explain it."

"You're experiencing the rewards that come from not suppressing your werewolf-ness," Laura replied. "I saw you went to the park. Edward and I go there some nights and-"

"You don't need to finish that sentence," Elijah replied. "It's none of my business."

"We don't do naughty stuff all the time!" Laura replied. "Sometimes we just picnic. Look for constellations. Be intellectual. It's kind of soothing, actually."

"Well, good," Elijah replied. "How's Eli?"

"You know, Edward was just saying we should bring him over to see you," Laura replied. "What do you think?"

"Of course," Elijah replied. "You're not drawing all over him like you did with Charlie, are you?"

"No," Laura replied. "I tried once, actually. But he pitched a fit. Wouldn't stop screaming until I put him in a bath."

Elijah chuckled. "Well, what did you expect from a boy named after me?" He asked.

"I don't know," Laura replied. "But surprisingly, not that. Will you be ready for us in say, twenty minutes?"

"Of course," Elijah replied. "Twenty minutes. I'll be waiting."

"All right," Laura told him. "Good bye."

"So," Katherine said as she sat next to Gregory on their sofa painting her nails. "Do you think that since your dad is a werewolf now, Laura and I should offer to give him a free haircut?"

Gregory's back was to her, and he smirked when he heard this remark, but when he turned around, his expression was somber. "Body hair jokes, Katerina?" He asked. "Really?"

"That was not a body hair joke!" Katherine replied. "That was a head hair joke!"

It was then that Elizabeth came running into the living room with the mail. "It came! It came!" She cried. "The magazine with my pictures!"

"See?" Katherine said as she and Gregory looked the photos over. "I told you she could be a model."

"I knew I looked pretty!" Elizabeth cried. "And Charlie looks so handsome! Like Superman or something!"

"How do you know about Superman?" Gregory asked. "I wasn't aware you read comics."

Elizabeth took the magazine from her father and turned the page to an article showing actors for the latest Superman movie. "See?" She pointed. "Doesn't Charlie look like Superman?"

"I can see it," Gregory admitted. "Sort of."

"Okay," Elizabeth hopped up and down. "You can keep looking at the pretty pictures of me now."

Gregory sighed and shook his head, turning the page back to the photo spread of Elizabeth and Charlie.

A little bit later, the phone rang. Since Katherine was still working on her nails, Gregory went to answer it.

"It's my sister," he told Katherine. "She says she's at Father's house and Mother is out."

"And?" Katherine asked. "What of it?"

"Father asked for a haircut," Gregory replied. "And given your fondness for head hair jokes, she thought you'd want to be there when she worked on him."

"I do!" Katherine replied. And once her nails were dry, she stood up and headed toward the door. Gregory followed with Elizabeth after.

"You two don't have to come," Katherine assured him. "Laura and I will get along."

"You used to date my father," Gregory reminded her. "I feel weird when you're with him and I'm not there. And we can't just leave Elizabeth alone."

"Fine," Katherine rolled her eyes. "You can come too."

"You dated Grandpa?" Elizabeth asked, looking wide-eyed at her mother. "When did that happen?"

"It's complicated," Katherine sighed, even though she was sure she'd explained this to Elizabeth already. "I'll explain in the car."