"Okay!" Selina said, waking Gregory up at seven in the morning by pulling his curtains open and yanking off his blankets. "I made you some breakfast, and then you have to go home. To your house. That you should live in cause you're an adult!"

"But you said I could stay here!" Gregory cried. "What happened?"

"I came to my senses finally," Selina replied. "Now, do you want to eat your breakfast or not?"

"It's too early to wake up, though!" Gregory replied and put his head back on his pillow.

"Oh, for the love of fuck!" Selina growled. "Gregory, I don't know why this break up with Katherine has put you in the mental state of a toddler, but it has to stop! Get your ass out of bed, eat your breakfast, and then go to your own damn house!"

Gregory looked at her and scoffed. "Okay, okay! Geez, I guess expecting love and support from your family has just gone out the window!"

"It hasn't!" Selina shook her head. "It's just that the best thing for you right now is to work on being with Katherine. Not backpedaling in to toddlerhood." She paused. "No, that's not right; even when you were a toddler you weren't this much of a mess."

"Fine, I'll get up!" Gregory groaned. "I'll be downstairs in short order."

"You better be," Selina replied. "No falling asleep once I leave this room again."

"I won't do that," Gregory told her. "I promise."

"Good," Selina nodded. "See you downstairs."

"I think you need to have a word with your son," Selina told Elijah in their bedroom before she headed to the kitchen. "Gregory has lost his mind."

"What makes you say that?" Elijah asked as he put on his suit.

"He actually thought I was gonna let him stay here through this whole Katherine mess," Selina replied. "Can you believe that? He is an adult, so I have no idea what would give him such a notion."

"You probably did," Elijah replied. "Maybe not intentionally, but it's most likely true. I was going to tell you that he had to leave soon."

"But why would I do something like that?" Selina replied. "I know Gregory is an adult and can't live with us his whole life. What sense would it make for me to backpedal on that now? And as for when I was kind to him before, it's called hospitality. Southern hospitality. I may spit on everything my mother believed in, but I liked that."

"He had eyes for Katerina from a very young age," Elijah reminded her, ignoring this last comment. "And you can't deny that that bothered you. Now, for the first time in years, Katherine is out of the way, and Gregory is once again relying on you for support. Could that have appealed to you in some deep part of your mind?"

"I don't know, maybe," Selina replied. "But I understand that Gregory is an adult who needs to live his own life. Hell, I will call Katherine myself to sort this out if I have to!"

"If you do that, will you tell me?" Elijah smiled as he did up his tie. "That's something I have to see." He paused. "Are you actually going to do it, or are you just saying you are?"

"Oh, I'm gonna do it," Selina replied. "Just you watch me."

She waited until Gregory and Ethan got downstairs, then she plunked Gregory's breakfast down in front of him and commanded him to eat before asking for Katherine's cell phone number.

"What do you want to call her for?" Gregory asked curiously.

"I want to talk to her about what's going on between the two of you and see if there's anything I can do to fix it," Selina replied.

"Oh, don't do that!" Gregory groaned as he stabbed at his eggs with a fork. "The last thing I want to be known for is having my mother handle my break ups cause I'm too cowardly."

"Well, you wanted to stay here instead of talking to your wife, so what else should people think?" Elijah asked. "Are you going to eat your breakfast or not?"

"No," Gregory replied and pushed the plate toward his father. "I'm really not hungry, so you can have it if you want. I'll just get some blood and be on my way."

"All right," Selina said as Elijah and Ethan ate. Gregory had his blood and headed to the door, grabbing his coat on the way. As he put his hand on the doorknob, Selina strode over to him.

"You know we're only being like this with you for your own good, right?" She asked. "It's cause we care about you. Not because we're trying to make your life hell."

"Oh, I know, mother," Gregory replied. "You didn't make my life hell. It already was."

"So you're gonna go home?" Selina asked.

"Yes, I suppose," Gregory nodded. "I'll try to think of something to do with myself. And by the way," he wrote something down on a piece of paper and handed it to her. "Here's Katherine's number. But don't be too harsh with her. I don't want her to take it out on me just because you pissed her off."

"I'll be gentle with her, I promise," Selina replied. "I swear I won't doom your love life any worse than you did yourself."

"Well, thank you," Gregory replied. "That's all I ask." Then, he got in his car, went home, and tried to figure out what to do with himself since Katherine was gone, and Elizabeth was gone, which meant he was all alone. As he looked around the room, it occurred to him how many pictures of Katherine there were in the house. It seemed like everywhere he looked, there was her smirking, wicked face, just laughing at him. He finally sprung out of his chair and began pulling pictures of her off the wall. If the frame just had a photo of Katherine in it, he ripped the photo out of the frame and put it in a pile. If the photo was of Katherine and anyone else, he would rip her out of the picture and leave the rest of it be. He did this with every photo he could get his hands on, leaving them in a pile, and then, feeling the blood rushing around in his body, decided to go out on a hunt. He would take down anyone he could find. It didn't matter. His mother had become one of the most feared vampires in the world after a breakup, and now, he thought to himself, it was his turn.

Meanwhile, unaware of her husband's murder spree, Katherine was trying to hold onto what patience she could while talking to his mother.

"I wondered when I was gonna hear from you," she told Selina dryly. "And it figures that Gregory needs his mother to fight his battles for him. He's tough enough to boss a girl around and keep her out of her own daughter's wedding, but when it comes time to make up, he leaves that to his mother! Hell, you probably think that what he did to me is okay!"

"As a matter of fact, I don't think that what he did to you was okay!" Selina replied as both Elijah and Ethan sat at the kitchen table, watching intently and eating popcorn from little bowls in their laps. "In fact, I was the one who told him that what he did to you wasn't okay. In case you don't remember, I'm married to a guy just like Gregory, so I've been where you've been, and it's not fun!"

"Well, isn't that sweet that you're trying to empathize with me?" Katherine shot back. "Am I supposed to be touched or grateful? Are you gonna demand I call Gregory up and tell him that I'm coming home? Cause I won't do it! I won't! Not after the way he treated me. Oh, no! I'm taking my own sweet time to go back to your asshole of a son! So if that's what you called to talk to me about, you can save your breath."

"I didn't call to talk about that," Selina replied. "I just wanted to say that he really feels bad about how he treated you. He's been at our house forever and he was really upset the whole time!"

"He was?" Katherine asked brightly. "Isn't that nice? It means my evil plan is working and that there might just be hope for us eventually after all."

"So will you talk to him, at least?" Selina asked. "I mean, not tell him that you're going to come back, of course, but at least let him know that you're alive?"

"Oh, like he would care about that!" Katherine replied. "Now that I've sent his credit cards back, he probably hasn't thought of me at all, or much less missed me."

"Fine," Selina said calmly. "You think what you want, and I'm just gonna let this go and be between you and Gregory, but before I go, I'm gonna tell you that you're wrong. And sooner or later, you're gonna find that out."

"Sure," Katherine replied. "Whatever." Then she ended the call, and Selina, feeling disgruntled, put her phone in her purse, waiting to see what would happen when she was proven right.

"Well, that wasn't too bad, was it?" She asked Elijah. "I mean, I was reasonably well-behaved."

"You were," Elijah took her in his arms. "I'm proud of you. That's probably your most civilized conversation with Katherine yet. Now if I could just make Laura learn to have the same manner with Katherine, things would be a lot easier for me. And Gregory too, I'm sure. Cause he loves Katherine, and probably wishes that the rest of us would too. So we should work on that. I think it would be a nice surprise for him and make this difficult time much easier for him to deal with."

The last thing Elizabeth expected to see when she and Charlie arrived at her father's house to tell him they'd returned home safely was a fire.

"Daddy!" Elizabeth cried as she ran into the house with Charlie following at an equally frantic pace, coming upon her father standing in the kitchen where he was feeding pictures and other mementos into a barely containable fire. Charlie quickly put it out while her father looked perturbed. "What did you have to do that for?" He asked Charlie.

"I could ask you the same question," Charlie replied. "What in the world happened while we were gone?"

"Your mother skipped out on me," he told Elizabeth. "Your grandmother tried to get her to come back, or at least talk to me, but she won't."

"So you're burning all her stuff?" Elizabeth's jaw dropped. "Really, Daddy? Why?"

Gregory threw up his hands. "I've screwed up too badly," he told her. "Your mother isn't coming back. So what's the point of keeping stuff that'll remind me of her? Tell me. I would like to know."

"You don't know that Mom won't be coming back," Elizabeth said calmly. "She could any day now. And what did you expect her to do when you wanted to kick her out of our wedding? Just stand there and take it? Do you know her at all?"

"I just didn't want her and your Aunt Laura to get in a fight and ruin everything for you on your special day," Gregory replied. "That's why I did what I did."

"And that was real thoughtful of you," Elizabeth told him. "But if something would have happened, we could have handled it. You didn't have to jeopardize your whole relationship with Mom just for me. It's not worth it. Cause now you're miserable and Mom is gone, and I feel terrible…" she trailed off as something on her father's shirt caught her eye. "Daddy," she asked. "Why is there blood on your shirt?"

Gregory looked down at his shirt and swore. After getting back from his seventh day of killing, he'd done his best to clean off his shirt, but apparently, he'd missed a spot. He went to put cold water on the stain, and Elizabeth asked, "where did that come from, Daddy? Are you hurt? Did you get in a fight?"

"No, not exactly," Gregory sighed. "I'd prefer not to have to explain why my shirt is bloody to you." Then he heard a knock on the door. "Gregory, it's your grandfather," Mikael called. "I think you and I have to talk. You know what about."

Gregory rolled his eyes. "And I would prefer not to talk to him about it either." He gave Charlie and Elizabeth looks of urgency. "You two go hide somewhere and be as quiet as possible, do you understand me? I need to talk to my grandfather alone."

"Okay," Elizabeth nodded. "But if you need to talk to us about anything, you know you can, right?"

"Yes, thank you," Gregory replied impatiently. "Now go, please!" He waited until they had scampered away, opened the front door, and found himself face to face with Mikael, and Regina, who was standing a few steps behind him. "Good evening, Gregory," Mikael said smoothly. "May we come in and have a chat?"

"Of course," Gregory replied, trying to stay calm cause he knew exactly why they were here. "Have a seat. Can I get you anything?"

"No," Mikael replied firmly. "But an explanation of the sudden high body count that can be credited to you would be nice."

"Right," Gregory nodded. "Just let me have a seat, and then I'll tell you everything, I promise."