Nick excused himself once he finished his beer. Monroe watched Nick drive off to the home that he shared with Juliette. He doubted she could provide much comfort since she had no idea about this side of Nick's life. He checked the voice mail on his cell phone and found several missed calls from Rosalee. Her messages were simply that she was trying to get the quickest flight back to help Monroe send Quinn back to her own time. As he turned off all the lights, he stopped by the living room. He smiled at the teen who was fast asleep. He threw an extra blanket on her, in case it got chilly, then shut off the lamps.

Rosalee knocked several times on Monroe's front door. When no one answered, she began hunting for a spare key, but before she found one, a girl opened the door, almost catching Rosalee's fore head. The elder looked up and gasped at the teen.

"Wow, you look a lot like Monroe. Except your eyes are different."

Quinn threw herself at Rosalee shouting, "Aunt Rose! Oh my goodness, I thought you weren't coming back for another few days."
Rosalee smiled and shrugged, while hugging back. "I figured this was important enough for me to book the quickest flight back here. It's not every day you get a call about a friend's daughter stepping in from the future. Let me see those eyes again, they're just such a pretty silver." Quinn laughed and let Rosalee go. She brushed some of her wavy brown hair out of her face.
"Let me go get Dad and we can all get to the shop, if that's cool?"

Rosalee sighed and said, "Sure thing. I'll meet you guys there though. I want to drop my luggage off at home before I head in."

Quinn nodded and said, "Alright, we'll see you in a bit." Rosalee nodded and waved as she walked away from Monroe's house.
Quinn headed up the stairs, taking them two steps at a time. She knocked on Monroe's bedroom door. Sticking her head inside she cried, "Hey, Dad! Rosalee is back in town. Get dressed, we've got to head over to the shop. Unless you want me stuck in the past forever." Monroe grunted, but got out of bed and headed to his dresser. Quinn smiled and closed the door. She waited in the living room for her dad to get dressed. He insisted on grabbing something to eat before they left. Quinn knew better than to argue, but she was running on excitement and adrenaline.

Monroe drove to Rosalee's shop in an awkward silence since he had spent several minutes arguing with Quinn. His future teenager tried to convince him that you no longer need to be fifteen to get a driver's license in the future. He stood firm on the fact that she was in the year 2012 and he would rather get into a car with Adalind Schade than allow Quinn to drive him anywhere. At which point she told him where he could shove the spoon he was using to eat his oatmeal with. Needless to say, it was probably one of the most uncomfortable car rides he had been on.

When they got to the shop, Quinn opened her door, before Monroe had even turned the car off, and skipped into the store. Monroe grabbed his daughter's forgotten back pack from the back seat and followed her inside.

He noticed the girls were already staring intensely at an opened book.
Rosalee looked up and smiled. "Hey Monroe!" she said. "Help yourself to a book. Although, we may have already found what we're looking for."

"Nope," Quinn said. "It says there's a rusty after taste. But, all I felt when I came here was panic or anxiety, I guess." Monroe set Quinn's bag on the floor and walked over to the book shelf, pulling down a thin, red book.

"Ok, just to clarify," Rosalee said. "What was on the counter?" Quinn rolled her eyes in frustration and cried, "I don't know! I didn't read the labels. They were just whatever you have on the counter twenty years from now."

Monroe frowned and asked, "Hey, Rosalee, do you carry juniper berries in the shop?" Rosalee shrugged and replied, "Of course, why?" Monroe didn't respond, instead he took the book and began going through the various spices. After grabbing several seperate jars, he set them down on the counter and looked over at Quinn.

"Ok, kid. Does this look familiar?" He asked while pointing at the jars. Quinn moved over and studied the arrangement. "Yeah," she replied, slowly. "Except, this one was more, over here." She said, picking up a small dark jar and setting it down on the far left. Monroe nodded, "Um in der Zeit reisen. German for, to travel in time. There are several mixtures listed here. Most of them send you to the past, but they all have, ah, opposites if you will, listed on the next page. We'll just get what you need for this particular opposite, and you can go home."

Rosalee glanced through the page and set about gathering the ingredients. "It's so weird though," she mused while picking up some Schleppangel Haar. "I wonder why I even had those set out together on the counter. I must have some motive or reason to want to jump back."

Quinn shrugged and said, "Whatever your reasoning, you haven't shared it with me. I'm sure if you told me what was on the counter Channing and I wouldn't have been so careless."

Monroe tilted his head and looked over at Quinn. "Channing, huh? Who's that?" Quinn's eyes grew wide as she realized her flub, again. She turned red and mumbled, "Um, ah, he's no one. Don't worry Dad. Just focus on sending your daughter back to the future." Rosalee shook her head at the two and set the ingredients down on the counter. She moved the ones Monroe had placed there, and put those back in the right places.

"Alright, so we just dump them on your head or what?" Monroe asked.

Rosalee shook her head. "You've got to kind of, inhale it. Like when you breathe in some dust," she explained.

"Why can't I just do what I did the first time around and knock them over with my bag?" Quinn suggested. Rosalee shrugged and said, "It doesn't hurt to try it I guess, since it's what brought you here." Quinn took her bag, and set it on the counter top. Before she dragged the bag across though, she walked over and gave Monroe a bear hug. The Blutbad stood awkwardly, not exactly sure of what to do. He looked to Rosalee but she just shrugged her shoulders at him.

"What was that for?" He asked when Quinn stepped away.

"Well, you won't see me again for twenty years. Don't you think you'll miss me?" Quinn said quietly. Monroe smiled and wrapped his teen in another hug for several moments before letting her go. It was almost a tear jerker kind of moment. She took a deep breath as she walked over to the counter. Giving the adults a final wave, she grabbed a hold of her bag.
Rosalee and Monroe watched as Quinn yanked her bag forward, sending herself off balance, and falling to the floor along with the ingredients. Within seconds, there was only a powdery mess on the floor where Quinn had been. Monroe felt a knot in his gut. He had only known his daughter for a few days, but Quinn was right. He missed her already.

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