"So…how did Klaus' meeting with his new little granddaughter go?" Selina asked. "Was it good?"

"Yes," Elijah nodded. "I think she was a tad overwhelmed by him, but it's nothing time won't fix."

"You know, Helene was scared of Klaus too, at first," Selina remembered. "I guess he can be a little overwhelming to people who are not married or related to him. Or a rare friend."

"I guess," Elijah nodded. "So…are you and I all right? I ripped up that diary page, you know."

Selina sighed. "We're fine. You seem to have learned your lesson. And you didn't have to do that. You did make a good point about how if you hadn't compelled me to forget, I probably would have done something stupid. Cause when I'm angry, that's what I do."

"Yes, I am aware of that," Elijah replied. "I've always been aware of that."

Selina came over and kissed him. "Well, aren't I lucky to have someone who knows me so well?"

They broke apart at the sound of a roaring motorcycle engine. "What in the world is that?" Elijah asked and ran to the window, yanking the curtains apart. He saw the motorcycle and sighed. "Who in the world would park such a monstrosity in our driveway?" He paused as he got his answer. "Oh, my god. Is that Ethan?"

"Yes," Selina nodded. "He and Jeffrey are back together now and sometimes they go places on Jeffrey's motorcycle."

"But why?" Elijah asked. "If he needs a car, I will buy him one. It would be a lot safer."

"Oh, relax," Selina replied as Ethan came in. "It's not like it will kill him."

When Ethan was inside and noticed that his father had been staring out the window, he waited for a lecture. But Elijah said nothing like that, and to Selina's delight, all he did was ask how Ethan's day at school had gone.

"It went all right," Ethan replied. "Thanks for asking."

The three of them then lapsed into silence for a few minutes and Selina could tell by the way Elijah was fidgeting that there was something that he desperately wanted to say, but was trying to restrain himself. Finally, he just blurted it out. "Are you okay riding Jeffrey's motorcycle?" He asked. "Cause like I told your mother, if you want, I can get you a car."

Ethan smiled. "Thanks, Dad. But I-when I get a car, I want to be able to pay for it myself, you know? I don't want it just handed to me."

"Well, what if it's second hand or used, or whatever you call cars that could explode the second after you buy them?" Elijah asked. "It doesn't have to be anything expensive."

"Does this have anything to do with Jeffrey?" Ethan asked his father. "If it does, you can admit it. It won't shock me."

"No, it has nothing to do with Jeffrey," Elijah replied. "I'm on the way to making peace with that. I'm just worried about how unsafe motorcycles can be, despite your mother telling me repeatedly that you won't get hurt."

"Oh," Ethan nodded. "Okay."

"So you want a car only if you can pay for it yourself?" Selina asked.

"At least pay for half of it, anyway," Ethan replied. "I think that's fair."

"If you asked Roxie for a job, I'm sure she'd give you one," Selina suggested.

"As much as I like going to Roxie's," Ethan said, "I don't think it's the right working atmosphere for me. Dad, you wouldn't have something I could do in one of your companies, do you? I mean, you got Edward a job." He paused at the look on Elijah's face. "What? Would you rather I worked at the bar?"

"Oh, god, no," Elijah shook his head. "I'm just so happy that for once, someone in this family actually wants to work outside the bar. This is a wonderful day for me! I'll start calling around to see what I can get you right away!"

He then sprinted off, and Selina smiled at Ethan. "Look what you just did," she said.

"Yep, I made Dad's day," Ethan replied. "I honestly never thought that would happen."

"Well, that's the thing about your father," Selina told him. "So often, he can surprise you. You think you know just how he thinks and reacts to things, but then he turns around and does something completely different and you're like, 'What?' It's one of the best things about him, I think."

After getting Ethan's job set up and letting him know that he'd begin in a few days, Elijah went back to his office, taking the notorious diary of 1928 out of his desk drawer and staring at the place where the torn page had once been. He sighed, shook his head, put the diary back in the drawer, and then went in search of his wife, who, much to his shock was watching television surrounded by junk food wrappers and popcorn on the floor. He grabbed the vacuum (which he always kept close for situations like this) and began sucking up the popcorn on the floor. He then heard her say something. He couldn't quite make it out, so he stopped the vacuum and asked her to repeat herself.

"Have you seen the remote?" She asked. "It seems to have disappeared."

"No," he shook his head. "I haven't. It has to be somewhere around the couch, though." He paused. "I know you hate cleaning because it is, as you say, a big 'screw you' to your mother to just let things be messy, but wouldn't it upset your mother even more to know you're doing physical labor and cleaning the house yourself?"

Selina turned and studied the vacuum he was holding out to her. "You know," she said. "You just might have a point. And I'm gonna start by cleaning up these candy wrappers." She paused. "And just so you know, I realize that you are using my dislike of my mother to manipulate me into cleaning. I know you're game, yet I'm doing it anyway."

"Good girl!" Elijah praised her as she went and got a plastic bag to put all her trash in. When she looked under the couch cushions, she not only found the remote, but also some loose change and a couple of Cheetos, which she ate, to Elijah's disgust.

"Do you have to eat the food you find under the cushions?" He asked. "Couldn't you just throw it all away like you do with the other garbage?"

"No, cause that would be a waste of Cheetos," Selina said patiently as she put the change in her pocket and wiped the orange stains from the Cheetos on her jeans. "And you know how I feel about being wasteful. There were days after I turned that I would just eat dead rats and sometimes dead or dying people cause it was all I could get due to the war. So a few Cheetos from under a couch cushion is nothing compared to that. I like being thrifty. It makes me feel good."

"Yes," Elijah sighed. "One of the few things from your human life that you've actually managed to hold on to. I'm very much aware. After you're finished cleaning, I need you to meet me in my office."

"Why?" Selina asked. "I haven't done anything wrong! I'm cleaning up my mess." She paused. "Unless…you want me in a tiny skirt before I show up?"

"Not now," Elijah replied. "Maybe later though. What I need you for in my office has nothing to do with that. I just want to talk to you. Just because I say I need you in my office doesn't always mean it's for something bad."

"All right," Selina replied and picked up a few more wrappers. "I'll be there in a few minutes."

When Selina reached Elijah's office, the first thing she saw was the journal on the desk. "What's that doing out?" She asked. "Found anything else I need to be made aware of?"

"No," Elijah replied. "And believe me, I read through it just to make sure in case you asked that question. No, what I brought you in for is to see if you wanted the memories back that I took now that you're in a better state of mind to deal with them. Cause if you do, I'd be more than happy to give them to you. You might find one of them very interesting." He smiled, one side of his lip going up.

"When you say 'interesting', do you mean good interesting, or bad interesting?" Selina asked.

"Good interesting," Elijah replied. "Please say you want those memories back just so I can see the look on your face when you remember this one particular thing."

"Fine," Selina replied. "Give me those memories back. I wanna see what you're making such a big fuss about."

Elijah gave her the memories back and then waited. Soon, Selina's eyes widened and she let out a shriek. "Oh, my god!" She cried. "You and I slept together in the twenties? Holy crap! I always suspected we did, but…oh, my god! This is just so…good lord. I don't even care that Katherine interrupted it. I beat the crap out of her a little so it's not as bad as it could have been." Eyes wide, she collapsed in his desk chair.

Elijah nodded. "I thought you'd like that part."

After she'd gone through everything, Selina told Elijah, "I guess, now that I've seen them, I understand why you took these memories away from me. I probably would have run off on another murder spree and perhaps even passed the point of no return."

"Do you think you would have run off with Niklaus and Anna?" Elijah asked.

"I don't know," Selina replied. "Probably. But it's good I didn't. Cause I mean, I know that the whole reason I'm still alive after what I put your father through is cause of you. I wouldn't have been able to survive on my own no matter how angry I was, if he was on my trail." She went and hugged him. "Thank you," she said. "I love you."

"I love you too," Elijah replied. "Even back then, though I probably never would have admitted it to myself."

"Why?" Selina asked. "Cause I was so damaged?"

"No," Elijah shook his head. "Because I could tell that, unlike Katerina, underneath it all, you did really want to change. And once she let your real identity slip, and said all those things about you that you'd never have told me yourself, I knew for certain that 'Sera Gardner' was just a facade for the really lonely, loving girl you were underneath that you were afraid to show people cause you'd already been hurt so much."

"You're very perceptive if you got all that from a few sentences," Selina replied, laying her head on his shoulder.

"It's a talent," Elijah replied. "What can I say?"

"I was really surprised to get your call," Selina told Katherine as she walked into Gregory and Katherine's house. "What do you need?"

"I know it was a while ago, but I was concerned for you during the party and wanted to know if you were okay," Katherine said. "Are you?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Selina replied. "Thank you. Now, did Gregory put you up to asking me that, or was it all you?"

"It was me," Katherine replied. "Although I guess I can't blame you for thinking otherwise."

"Well, thank you for caring," Selina replied. "I…I have a lot of issues, and you tend to set them off, especially if you and Elijah are in the same room. But just like Laura has been getting along with you, I'm gonna try too."

Katherine nodded. "Well, I'm sure Gregory will be glad to hear that," she said.

And he was. When he came back to the house for lunch, his first reaction upon seeing his mother and his wife in the same room was to panic.

"Katherine, whatever you said to my mother, I want you to apologize," he said. "Mother, whatever Katherine's done or said to upset you, please don't start drinking again. I'm sorry if you came looking for me and I wasn't here. I had a lot of work to do this morning and I just-"

"Calm down," Selina told him. "She called me. It's gonna be all right."

"It is?" Gregory asked. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Katherine nodded. "It is. We both agreed that we're gonna try and do better. In fact, I called to make sure your mother was all right after seeing how much she consumed at the party."

"Oh, that's why she's over here?" Gregory asked. "You didn't invite her over to pester her relentlessly?"

"No," Selina shook her head. "She didn't."

"Wonderful!" Gregory smiled and hugged them both.

"Well, in the new found spirit of truce that we established, I hope you won't mind my asking how Elijah is," Katherine said to Selina.

"He's good," Selina replied. "We had a spat over him taking some of my memories a long time ago, but he apologized and gave them back, so now everything is cool."

"What sort of memories?" Katherine asked.

"Ones you might remember too," Selina replied. "1928. Paris. I was being fixed by Elijah and you'd sometimes come by his house for 'lessons' too?"

"Oh, yes!" Katherine nodded. "The day I interrupted you being in bed with him! That's right, I remember now. You have a very powerful right hook."

"If you're gonna mention anything more about either one of you having sex with Father, I'm gonna go," Gregory said. "I have work to finish anyway."

"Okay," Katherine replied, not looking at him. "You do that." She paused. "How bad were things after I told Elijah about you?"

"Well, I know you probably thought you were making things worse for me by telling him the truth, but it actually made things better. It brought us closer." Selina said.

"Of course it did," Katherine sighed. "It figures. I knew I'd never be helpless enough for him."

"I'm not helpless," Selina replied. "I'm immensely fucked up emotionally. And a little bit mentally. There's a difference, you know. And the fact that you aren't…that's a good thing. Don't knock it." She paused. "What would you have done after I beat you up if you'd known I was Lonely Heart?"

"I would have started being a hell of a lot nicer to you," Katherine replied. "You know, we could have made a good team!"

"You think?" Selina asked.

"Hey, if I can work with Laura now, I think I could have worked with you then," Katherine replied. "But it was not to be."

"So we're calling truce now?" Selina asked. "I know we've said that lots of times, but this time, do we actually mean it?"

"Yes," Katherine replied. "I mean, look at what all our fighting has done to poor Gregory. If we keep this up, he could start drinking like you, and I don't think we want that."

"No," Selina shook her head. "We sure don't."