"Can I ask how it was that you and Andrew got brought back to life?" Charlotte asked Amelia. "I looked in Lucy and Damon's library and I can't find anything that would be practical."

"Well, honestly, I think that if you believe you can find a practical way to raise the dead, then you're out of luck," Amelia told her. "It's all ridiculous and you have to go to great lengths to get it done."

"Please just tell me how you did it," Charlotte instructed. "I'm sure I can handle the rest."

Amelia gave her a look. "You're not gonna let this go until I tell you how, are you?"

"No," Charlotte shook her head. "Based on what happened with Thomas and me the other night, I realized that we don't have much of a future unless he's a ghost or I'm alive. So that's why I'm doing this." She paused. "If you don't want me to be with your son, just tell me. It's making you uncomfortable, isn't it?"

"No, it's fine for you to be with Thomas," Amelia told her. "I don't know him that well yet. You probably know him better than I do. Why disrupt something that's already working? It might be better if we all three (well, four, if you count Andrew) went through this whole process together. No, it's not you being with Thomas that worries me. But the idea of you coming back to life."

"You did it," Charlotte pointed out. "And you and Andrew seem to be doing just fine."

"We got lucky," Amelia corrected. "Especially since the bunch of boys who brought us back were all amateurs who really had no idea what they were doing. You could have something go wrong, you know. And good luck finding someone to help you, since resurrection of the dead is technically illegal in the magical world."

"Oh, I'm sure I can find someone to help me," Charlotte replied. "Don't you worry about that."

She disappeared and Amelia let out a sigh and went to find Andrew. "Charlotte wants to be alive again," she said and sat next to him on the sofa. "She and Thomas must've had some sort of fight when they were out the other night or something and now she doesn't feel like she can be with him unless she's alive."

"Well, did you tell her that there's only a very slim chance she'll be able to achieve that and the only reason why we're where we are is because we got lucky?" Andrew asked.

"Yes, I did," Amelia sighed heavily. "But she seems determined to try and get her life back anyway. Do you think we should warn Thomas?"

"I think that would be kinder than having him find out suddenly that a woman he believed to be dead is alive again," Andrew agreed. "Let's do it."

They found Thomas on the computer looking at colleges and trade schools and Andrew told him, "Thomas, I think we need to talk. Could you take a break for just a minute?"

"Of course," Thomas nodded and stood up. "Is there a problem? Have I done something wrong?"

"No, you haven't," Amelia assured him quickly. "It's just that Charlotte has made a decision we feel you should know about."

"If you feel I should know about it, I'll ask her myself instead of hearing it second hand," Thomas replied. "I feel it's only right to let her be the one to tell me since it's her decision."

"All right," Amelia told him. "You go ahead and talk to her. She's probably at Damon and Lucy's house."

"Yes," Thomas nodded. "I figured as much." He paused. "May I borrow your car, Amelia?"

"Of course," she told him. "The keys are by the phone."

"Thank you," Thomas said. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

He then drove to Lucy and Damon's, where he was met with a less than warm reception.

"Don't tell me you're here to see my mother," Damon told him.

"Yes, that is why I'm here," Thomas replied. "We need to talk. Amelia told me she's thinking of doing something foolish and I want to try and talk her out of it."

Damon still didn't move, but tilted his head back and yelled over his shoulder. "Mother!" He called to Charlotte. "Thomas is here and wants to talk to you. Should I send him away?"

"No, for heaven's sake," Charlotte said as she appeared at his shoulder. "Step aside and let him in. It's not nice to just let him stand in the doorway."

Damon growled and reluctantly stepped aside to allow Thomas to come in.

"It's so nice to see you!" Charlotte told him. "What brings you here?"

"Are you plotting to bring yourself back to life?" Thomas asked her. "Amelia told me that you were."

"And you seem upset by that," Charlotte told him, her brow furrowing. "Why? You know that's the only way you and I can have a real relationship. Otherwise you'll always be thinking, (even if it's deep down), that you want live women because you just do. You don't have to deny it. In a way, I understand. That's why I'm doing this."

"But how will you do it?" Thomas asked. "What possible way could you find to bring yourself back from the dead?"

"Well, it happened to Amelia and Andrew, so there has to be some way, doesn't there?" Charlotte asked. "I just have to find it." She paused. "You won't hate me for doing it, will you? I know you like me this way and I appreciate that, but…"

"No," Thomas shook his head. "Of course I won't hate you for it. If you find a way to bring yourself back and you accomplish it, then we'll go from there."

"All right, good," Charlotte nodded. "That really makes me feel so much better."

"Can you give me any hints at all about how you and Andrew got brought back?" Charlotte begged Amelia. "Please? Can you tell me who brought you back? Maybe I could go and find them."

"It was a bunch of young boys," Amelia told him. "They probably got in trouble with the Council and are unable to do magic any more. They're a dead end."

"Damn," Charlotte whispered under her breath. Then she paused and took Amelia's words to heart. "The magical council?" She said. "What if they can help me? I've been there. When we talked to them about the awful ghost that was haunting your house?"

"You could try," Amelia told her. "I doubt it would work, but go ahead and give it a shot."

"Good!" Charlotte smiled. "I think I will."

She wasted no time heading over to the Council, but found it in chaos. Not knowing where to go, she stopped a blond boy who was just passing and made herself visible to him. "Do you have a minute?" She asked. "I have a favor I need to ask of someone here and I don't know who to talk to."

"A ghost needs a favor?" The young man asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you the ghost of a witch?"

"No," Charlotte shook her head. "My friends were brought back from the dead some time ago and I wondered if the same thing could be done for me because I'm in love with a man who's alive and we won't get anywhere unless I'm alive too."

"Well, isn't it fortunate that you and I are talking then?" The boy smiled. "Cause I'm the one who brought your friends back and I've been looking for some other soul to try it on."

"So you'll do it for me?" Charlotte asked, her eyes bright. "Even if, from what I understand, the whole process is a bit…" she lowered her voice. "A bit illegal?"

"What's a bit of illegality if it leads to true love?" Steve wanted to know. "I'm willing to take the risk if you are. But first, we need to check on something."

"What?" Charlottle wanted to know as he led her up some stairs and then knocked on the door at the top of them. A few seconds later, the door was opened by a dark haired boy with nice deep brown eyes. "What do you want, Steve?" He asked. "Clarence is out at the moment."

"Hello, to you too, Percy," Steve replied brightly. "Can we come in? I have a question I need to ask you about your little love business."

"Oh, all right," Percy sighed. "Does James know you're here? Or is this another one of those times where you're 'out to lunch' and have no intention of going back to where you're supposed to be until he finds you and drags you back by your hair?"

"No!" Steve shook his head. "This is a real thing! I'm on a mission of mercy here!"

"Oh, all right," Percy sighed. "What is it that you need to know?"

"Well, you know how that first pair of people we brought back were supposed to be together in the long run, so us bringing them back really wasn't so bad?" Steve asked.

"Yes," Percy nodded. "What about it?"

"Well," Steve cleared his throat and gestured at Charlotte. "My friend here is in love with a man who's alive and wants to come back to life to be with him. Is there anything on the books that condones that? Could you check?"

"If it's not on the books, will that matter?" Percy asked.

"Well, no, but I'm trying to take the legal route first!" Steve replied. "Work with me here, Percy!"

"All right," Percy nodded and looked at Charlotte. "What's your name?"

"Charlotte Salvatore," Charlotte replied. "And the man I like is named Thomas Cooper."

Percy looked through the lists several times and then looked at Charlotte with regret. "Sorry about that," he said. "The only person I see listed with you is your husband."

"Of course," Charlotte sighed. "I guess I wasn't meant to be naturally happy. Good thing I've decided to take that into my own hands and have found someone who's as willing to risk it all as I am."

"It's no problem," Steve told her as they made their way out of Clarence's office. "I've been looking for someone else to practice resurrection on, you wanna be brought back to be with the man you love…we're really doing each other a favor."

"Yes," Charlotte smiled, her blue eyes sparkling. "I really think we are."

"Is Charlotte seriously considering coming back to life?" Selina asked her mother. "You're not just shitting me, are you?"

"No, I'm not," Amelia shook her head. "And don't you use language like that, young lady."

"Sorry," Selina replied. "I'm just a little surprised is all. Or maybe I shouldn't be, if she and Thomas like each other so much. I mean, her relationship with Giuseppe wasn't the best and all. Her wanting more should be a given." She paused. "Does Thomas know about this?"

"Yes," Amelia nodded. "He gave her his blessing if she could find a way to work it out."

"I hope she gets what she wants," Selina said. "Relying on magic for anything is always a bit of a crapshoot."

"Enough about our issues, though," Amelia changed the subject. "What's going on with the two of you?"

"Not much since the school got closed down," Elijah replied. "It's been quiet."

"Oh!" Selina cried suddenly. "I can't believe I forgot to mention this, especially since we're talking about Charlotte and all, but…I got a call from Sam and he and Addie want to come and visit for a while because Damon told him about Charlotte coming back. He wants to meet her." She looked at Elijah. "He'll be staying with Damon and Lucy, of course, or getting a hotel, but…it wouldn't kill you if I went to visit him, would it? After all, he is my son and he's so busy I hardly ever see him."

"All right," Elijah sighed. "I know Lucy will make sure there's no funny business between you and Damon."

"Would you like to come too?" Selina offered. "If it will ease your mind and all?"

"No," Elijah shook his head. "Being around Sam just gives me a headache."

"Who's Sam?" Amelia asked. "Another one of your many children, dear?"

"My second one with Damon," Selina replied. "It's complicated how he came to be. Magic was involved. And alcohol. But Sam's a very successful musician!"

"Is he?" Amelia asked. "What sort of music does he play? Some nice soothing piano? Maybe I could come and listen to him sometime."

"I don't think you'd enjoy what he does," Elijah told her. "Andrew might though."

Then, there was a knock on the door and Selina went to answer it. She opened it and Sam stood on the other side, his dark hair shaggy, his blue eyes bright, guitar case in hand, his jeans torn at the knees.

"Hi, Mom!" He said, putting his case down to give her a hug. "Addie is already with Dad, but I thought I would stop by and see you."

"That's so sweet!" Selina replied and brought Sam in. Both Elijah and Amelia looked at him as if they had no idea what to do with him.

"It's okay," he told them. "I get that look a lot." He then went up to Amelia. "I'm Sam. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," Amelia replied. "Have you ever thought of playing the piano?"

"No," Sam shook his head. "The guitar is my instrument. You're my grandma, right? Joshua told me all about you."

"Yes," Amelia nodded.

Then Sam took Selina into the hallway out of earshot of the other two. "Your mother's not very talkative, is she? Would it be too much to ask for her to come see the show?"

"Probably," Selina nodded. "But when is it? You know I'll be there."

"Tomorrow at seven," Sam replied. "Now I should probably be getting to Dad's. I don't want Addie worrying."

"All right," Selina nodded. "Nice to see you, Sam."

"Nice to see you too, Mom," Sam replied. He headed out and Selina watched out the door until his car disappeared, and then she went to make a note of the concert on her calendar.