"Well, look who finally got to come visit?" Elijah pointed out with a smile as Selina brought Sarah into their house. It was Matthew and Christine's week with her, but Matthew had wanted to meet Thomas, so Selina had agreed to take Sarah for a while.

"Don't you say anything about how foolish my dad was for wanting to get to know Thomas," Selina warned her husband. "I know you still think he's out to steal Mama's money, even if you don't bring it up anymore."

"I've decided not to bring it up unless I see actual proof," Elijah told her. "If your mother wants to be robbed, that's her own business."

"Good for you," Selina smiled. "I'm so proud of you for thinking that way."

Elijah then turned his attention to Sarah. "I hope she doesn't do any magic," he said. "Or else we'll be in trouble."

"Actually," Selina informed him as she sat down next to him on the couch and watched Sarah play with his tie, "Christine told me that somehow, Sarah's figured out when it's okay for her to do magic and when it isn't. She doesn't do it much with her and Daddy anymore."

"Well, good," Elijah smiled and ruffled Sarah's hair. "That's a big relief." He paused and gave Selina a look. "What do you think we should do with her? She's probably used to being constantly stimulated." He paused. "I know! I still have some of those educational videos that we used for the other children." He handed Sarah to Selina. "You watch her while I go get them."

"You poor kid," Selina said to her sister. "This is gonna be a long day for you. But look on the bright side: at least he's not making you watch opera."

Despite Elijah's best efforts to entertain his granddaughter, it became clear that his methods were not her favorite. It didn't many minutes of "Baby's First Mozart Video" for them to realize that because Sarah blew up the TV.

"Oh, my god!" Elijah's jaw dropped and he scrambled to his feet as Selina did the best she could to shield her sister from the glass. "What in the hell just happened?"

"Apparently, she doesn't want to watch Mozart anymore," Selina said, and gave a weak laugh. "Why don't I take her outside for a bit and get her some fresh air?"

"Yes," Elijah nodded, his voice shaky. "You go and do that, and I'll tend to all this." He looked up at what remained of the television and gave a little whimper.

"How are you planning to fix this?" Selina asked. "All the magical people we would usually call for help are in the past."

"I know," Elijah sighed wearily. "It's a shame I can't go back to the past too."

"I'm glad you can't," Selina replied. "If you did, who knows how long it would take to get you back?"

"I know," Elijah agreed. "I just wish I could do something to help that situation. My brother is running amok and who knows what trouble he'll cause without some sort of supervision?"

"Between you in the past and Alistair, I think Klaus is being kept reasonably under control," Selina assured her husband. "Don't worry yourself sick about that. Why don't you come outside with Sarah and me and deal with the TV later?"

"Yes, of course," Elijah nodded. "Just let me change my clothes and I'll be out soon."

"All right," Selina smiled and held onto her sister as they made their way toward the backdoor. "See you in a few minutes."

"You had to break off the relationship with the woman you love?" Matthew asked his nephew as he, Thomas, and Christine sat at the edge of a dock with fishing poles dangling in the water. "Why was that?"

"Because she's Amelia's best friend and I thought it would be awkward," Thomas replied. "And I just discovered that Amelia was my mother, so I don't want to mess up our relationship before it's even had a chance to turn into something solid."

"And do you intend to go back to Charlotte once you and Amelia have gotten on more solid ground?" Matthew asked. "I really think you should."

"You do?" Thomas asked in surprise, then paused when he felt the strong tug at the end of his pole. He began reeling it in.

"Do you think you got something big?" Christine asked, pulling her pole out of the water. "Do you need some help?"

"No, thanks," Thomas gave a tug and pulled his fish out of the water. "I got it." Then he turned back to Matthew. "I'm surprised you're suggesting I continue a relationship with Charlotte. Since she's a ghost, anyone else would tell me I'm foolish."

"Well, would you like to continue your relationship with Charlotte even though she's a ghost?" Matthew asked.

"Of course," Thomas nodded. "I like her."

"Well, that answers that question then. If you can make it work, who am I to tell you otherwise?" Matthew said and put a hand on his nephew's shoulder. "Good luck with whatever you choose to do."

"Thank you," Thomas replied, then went back to fishing and pondering about how he was going to talk to Charlotte.

Meanwhile, back at Damon and Lucy's, Charlotte was really struggling about what to do with herself. Saying that she'd be able to accept Thomas' decision to part ways was one thing. Actually believing it was another.

"What do you two think I should do about Thomas?" Charlotte asked Felicity and Lucy. "I know what my sons would say, and I don't think that's the right answer. Should I have fought for him?"

"Not if you think that it would risk your relationship with Grandma Amelia," Lucy told her. "At least not yet, anyway. The problem here is that you don't know how Grandma Amelia will react to you dating her son. If you just talked to her about it and she gave you an answer, I think it would be all right to pursue Thomas then."

"But what if she tells me that my being with Thomas would make her uncomfortable?" Charlotte asked.

"Then you'll have to decide which relationship does more for you," Felicity told her. "The one with Grandma Amelia, or the one with Thomas. But shouldn't the answer to that be obvious, though?"

"Yes," Charlotte said immediately. "I think I'll go talk to Amelia. Right now."

Unlike the last time she and Amelia had spoken, Charlotte appeared to Amelia much more cautiously this time.

"Can we talk?" She asked.

"All right," Amelia nodded, putting her book down. "What about? Thomas again?"

"Yes," Charlotte nodded. "I'm…I'm very lonely without him, Amelia."

"I thought you would be," Amelia nodded. "I don't even know why you left him in the first place."

"Really?" Charlotte asked. "I left because I thought it would be awkward for you if I was in a relationship with your son."

"No, actually, he and I talked about this, and I said I was fine with it," Amelia replied. "So if you want him, you should go and get him. He went out with Matthew and Christine early this morning, but I bet he'll be back soon."

"Would you mind if I waited for him?" Charlotte asked.

"Of course not," Amelia assured her. "Go ahead."

So Charlotte waited for him in the living room, and when he returned, Christine and Matthew quickly strode off to talk to Andrew, leaving Thomas and Charlotte alone.

"Please tell me you're here for the reason I think you are," Thomas told her.

"Yes," Charlotte nodded. "I've really missed you."

"I missed you too," Thomas replied. "Would you like to go out with me?"

"Of course," Charlotte nodded. "But where would we go? It's not like I can eat or anything like that."

"Let's just walk," Thomas said. "Under the moon and all. That's romantic enough."

So they went out for a walk with Charlotte making herself visible only to Thomas' eyes. When they'd been strolling for a while, a young woman bumped into Thomas and dropped her purse, things spilling out of it onto the pavement because it was unzipped.

"Sorry about that," she quickly apologized. She had a heart-shaped face, dark eyes, and curly dark hair. "I'm so clumsy sometimes."

"It's fine," Thomas replied and helped her to her feet and then assisted her in getting the things back in her purse.

"Thank you," she told him when everything was picked up. "You know, I was nearly mugged yesterday, so it was nice to have a handsome Samaritan help me today."

"It's my pleasure," Thomas replied. "Do you live near here? Would you like me to walk you home so nothing bad happens to you again?"

"Sure," she smiled as Charlotte trailed behind and tried not to feel too offended. After all, being nice was just Thomas' way. But they were holding hands and every second of that got her this close to being filled with rage.

They got the girl home and then when he came back to Charlotte, he apologized. "Sorry about that," he said. "I didn't mean to interrupt our alone time."

"No, it's…it's fine," Charlotte sighed. "She needed help and it was very fortunate that you were there to give it to her."

"Thank you for understanding," Thomas replied.

They walked a little while longer and then headed back to Amelia and Andrew's.

"So," Amelia prompted with a smile. "How did the date go?"

"Not bad," Charlotte scowled. "Until we literally ran into a live girl. She was touching him and smiling at him and things like that. Very rude, if you think about it."

"Did she know you were there?" Amelia asked.

"No," Charlotte shook her head. "I made it so only he could see me. But he was receptive to her flirting anyway. That's the bright side to being alive, I guess."

"Yes," Amelia nodded. "I can't deny it's helped me."

"How did you do it?" Charlotte pressed. "I'd like to know."

"I really can't tell you," Amelia shrugged. "I just got lucky."

"That's not a problem," Charlotte told her, her blue eyes full of fire. "I can figure it out myself."

"Good luck!" Amelia called.

"Thank you," Charlotte told her, and then went back to Lucy and Damon's to have a look at the stuff in Lucy's library to see if there was anything there that could help her with coming back to life.