"Selina?" Amelia called as she shut the door to Selina and Elijah's house behind her. "Where are you? Are you okay? Can I help you with anything?"

"Yes, please," Selina called back. "I would appreciate that."

Amelia followed the sound of her daughter's voice to the living room where she found her daughter sitting among piles of yellow and lavender yarn. "Are you making bootees and hats?" She asked.

"Yes, I am," Selina nodded. "It's a way to pass my time when I can't do much else."

"Oh, I know how you feel," she sighed. "Not that I ever had to deal with twins, but my god." She paused. "You want me to give you a hand up so you can make a trip to the bathroom?"

"Yes," Selina nodded. "That would be lovely."

Amelia helped her up and then took her place with the knitting until she was done and came back.

"You know, you're getting much better at this," Selina remarked. "You wanna take charge of Drew's things and I'll start Stephanie's?"

"Whose is whose?" Amelia asked. "Since you're not using pink and blue it's hard to tell."

"Stephanie is lavender, Drew is yellow," Selina told her.

"Okay," Amelia nodded, taking needles and yarn in hand. "Got it."

They started knitting and got so absorbed in it that they didn't even hear a thing until Elijah came home and slammed the door shut. "Selina!" He called. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, thank you!" Selina called back. "Mama's here! We're knitting!"

"Good!" Elijah replied, coming into the living room and kissing the top of Selina's head. "I'm glad you found a way to occupy your time. And I got a surprise for you."

"Did you?" Selina asked, tilting her head back to look up at him. "What is it?"

"Sit up," he told her, and then when she did, he dropped a large bag of sour cream and onion potato chips in her lap.

"Thank you!" She cried happily as she hugged it. "What did I do to deserve this?"

"Well, you've been doing a good job taking care of yourself," Elijah told her. "And I wanted you to know how proud I was of you for that."

"So you're giving me something that will allow me to ruin that habit completely?" Selina asked, marveling at the size of the chip bag.

"No, of course not," Elijah replied. "I trust you'll eat them in moderation or, even better yet, share them with people."

He then went to his office to check his messages while Selina took the hint and offered the chip bag to her mother after she opened it and took out a handful.

"Oh, I couldn't take something that was brought special for you," Amelia shook her head. "But thank you anyway."

"If you want some, go ahead and take them," Selina insisted. "You heard Elijah. He wants me to share."

Just then the doorbell rang and Amelia got up to get it. "Who's that?" She asked.

"Oh, it's probably Ginger," Selina replied. "She's our cleaning lady. When you get the door, there's a box of fudge by the stairs that I want you to make sure she knows about. I made it for her."

"You made sweets for your cleaning lady?" Amelia asked. "But you also pay her. Surely that's enough compensation."

"Hey, she makes it so I can be as messy as I want and don't have to clean," Selina said. "She deserves much more than money."

Amelia just went with it. It was the same open-minded attitude that her daughter had had about the help her entire life and it didn't seem like it was going to change now. She grabbed the fudge box and opened the door, greeting the chubby, smiling red-headed woman who was standing on the other side. "Hello, Ginger. Come inside, please. And my daughter wants you to have this fudge cause she said you liked it."

"How nice of her!" Ginger smiled and stepped inside, setting her cleaning materials down so she could grab the box and take it back to her car. "My grandson will be so pleased!"

When she came back, Amelia and Selina had resumed knitting on the sofa. "Hello, Selina," she said. "Is there anywhere that needs my attention more, or can I just pick a place and get to work?"

"You can just pick a spot," Selina told her with a smile. "Since I can't move around so well anymore, I haven't been able to make as big of a mess."

"All right," Ginger smiled. "How long until you're due?"

"It's only a month or so, but it seems so much longer," Selina said. "It's like I've been carrying for years!"

"You seem to have a very close relationship with your servants," Amelia remarked.

"I don't like to think of them as servants," Selina told her. "That creates distance between me and them that I'm not comfortable with. I spent a lot of my human life making friends with the people who worked for us because I didn't feel like I had anyone else to talk to, and I'm not gonna change that pattern now."

"Well, I'm proud of you," Amelia replied and got back to her knitting. "If it works for you, I won't complain." She paused. "Do you think she could come and do a couple days a week for your uncle and me?"

"I don't know," Selina shrugged. "You can ask her when she gets done."

"Good," Amelia nodded. "I've been wanting a cleaning person. You don't think she'll be put off by how oddly our house is decorated, do you?"

"No," Selina replied. "Her parents were in the circus. She's seen all sorts of incredible things. I don't think you're house will faze her at all."

"You don't have to do this now," Thomas told Charlotte as they waited for Damon and Stefan to arrive so Charlotte could tell them about the price for her coming back. "It can always wait until you feel a little better. You can have Sam tell them. It's not too late."

"I told you that I need to tell them in person," Charlotte said firmly. "I owe them that."

"All right," Thomas nodded and held her hand tight. "If that's what you want, I'll support you."

It was then that Sam came in with Damon and Stefan trailing behind him.

"What is it, Mother?" Damon asked. Then he glared at Thomas. "Do you mind? This is a private family matter that doesn't involve you."

"Actually it does," Charlotte told him firmly. "I've asked him to stay. Cause what I have to tell you…it's hard for me to say."

"Is it that you and he have decided to elope and you're afraid to tell us?" Stefan asked, enjoying the color his brother's face turned when he said this.

"No, it's not that," Charlotte shook her head. "It's just that…when I came back, the rule was that it wouldn't be forever. At some point, possibly very soon, I'm going to die again. And when that happens, will all of you take care of each other? Please?"

"I don't know how you can ask me to promise that," Damon said after a moment as he tried to keep a somber face and not cry in front of his brother. "I don't." He strode from the room then and Sam told Charlotte, "Don't worry about it. I can deal with him."

"All right," Charlotte nodded. "Good luck."

It didn't take long for Sam to locate his father in his bedroom with the covers thrown over his head.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked.

"No," Damon told him. "Go away."

"I know you're upset because of what's going on with Grandma, but do you really think this is the right way to handle it?" Sam asked.

"You're right," Damon nodded and sat up. "I should be drinking at Roxie's instead!" He tried to get up, but Sam stopped him.

"What would it hurt you to get along with Thomas?" He asked.

"It would hurt me because that is the guy out there who is stealing my mother away and I don't like him!" Damon huffed. "Why doesn't anyone understand this?"

"I know that finding out your mother's situation is hard for you," Sam said. "It's hard for everyone. But you want her to be happy, right? Especially if she's got a short time to live?"

"Yes," Damon sighed. "I suppose."

"Then I say grit your teeth and support her being with Thomas. And I'm sure she doesn't expect you to be best buddies with him," Sam added. "You can be civil though, right?"

"Yes, I suppose," Damon nodded. "For Mother's sake I will. And yours. But I won't be his friend."

"And that's fine," Sam said. "I don't think anyone is asking you to."

"Well, well, well, look who it is?" Thomas heard the voice and put his drink down as he saw Davina and Samantha approaching him and vying for the empty seat next to him at the bar. He'd gone there to feel less worn out by what was going on with Charlotte.

"Hello," he said. "No offense, but I'm really not up for company right now. Especially not any like yours."

"Is something wrong?" Samantha asked. She looked at the three empty glasses Thomas had in front of him and said, "You must be going through a rough time. Can we buy you another round?"

"Sure," Thomas nodded. "Thank you. I would love that."

So they did, and soon, Thomas was downing glass after glass while both Davina and Samantha chanted "Chug! Chug! Chug!"

When he had drunk enough that he was swaying as he got to his feet, they took him out to his car and Samantha began unbuttoning his shirt. "What should we do now?"

"Oh, don't do what I think you're gonna do," Davina told her. "I'm all for messing with him, but that's overstepping."

Samantha giggled. "No it's not."

But then, as she got his pants zipper down, that's when he grabbed her, and she let out a terrible shriek as he sank his fangs into her neck.

Davina watched him take her friends' blood and was full of feelings. What those feelings were, she didn't know. Jealousy? Envy? Fear for Samantha? She tried to tug on Thomas, but instead of getting off her completely, Thomas just turned to Davina, smiled with Samantha's blood on his mouth, and said, "Now just a minute. It's not your turn. But I'm very hungry, so don't worry."

Davina watched this go on for a little bit and then someone coming out of the bar caught her eye. He looked like a man that Samantha had said she and Ian had run into. She opened the car door, got out, and ran over to him. "Hey," she said. "I need you for a minute."

"No, thanks," Stefan shook his head. "You're not my type." He began to walk away and then Davina said something that stopped him in his tracks.

"It's Samantha. She's causing trouble."

"Aww, damn!" Stefan swore and turned to follow Davina back to the car. He looked in the back seat and was very surprised by what he saw: Thomas, his mother's saintly boyfriend, feeding off someone. He roughly pulled him off her and when he hissed, Stefan said, "What's wrong with you? My mother wouldn't want you to be like this! You have to stop!"

"Charlotte," Thomas whispered. "Charlotte. Thank you. Thank you for bringing me back."

"I only did this because I know my mother wouldn't want you to become a killer for a pain in the ass like that one back there," Stefan replied. "Now, you wanna give her some of your blood so that she's healed up?"

"I-I can?" Thomas asked. "You mean I don't have to take her to the hospital?"

"Not if you don't want to do something risky and stupid," Stefan replied. "Now hurry up. Based on the looks of this, you took quite a bit."

"Yeah," Thomas nodded and tried to get the blood off his teeth. "I guess I lost control a bit."

"Would it make you feel better if I told you that I found it very arousing?" Davina asked.

"No," Thomas replied and bit his wrist. "Not really." He watched the blood dribble into Samantha's mouth and when she seemed stronger, he told Davina to take her home. "I don't want anymore excitement," he said. "I've had enough for today."

"How much are you gonna beat yourself up over this?" Davina wanted to know as she helped Samantha out of the car. "A lot?"

"No," Thomas told her. "I will accept this as a fact of my life and move on from it. Worrying doesn't help, nor can it change what's already been done."

"That's mature," Stefan told him.

"Thank you," Thomas replied. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going home."

"Me too," Stefan nodded. "I don't think you should be driving though. Come and ride with me."

"Thanks," Thomas said as they headed to his car. "I didn't bring a car. I figured something like this would happen, so I walked."