Selina crumpled up the note and threw it in the trash. "Shit." Now she had to think about what to do. She was going to find Sam, there was no doubt about that. She had a feeling that it was going to take a while. Damon seemed pretty determined not to give him up, and in her way, Selina understood why. But he could have told her that up front instead of just lying to her. She sighed. "Come on, Lucy. Let's go. I have some scheming to do." She put Lucy back in the car and took her home.

Adrian met her at the door. "No Sam, I see." Selina shook her head. "Of course not. I should have known that this wouldn't be as easy as 'Sure, I'll let you say goodbye and then I'll come get him'."

"So what are you going to do now?" Adrian asked, taking Lucy.

"The only thing I can do," Selina said, sitting down on the sofa. "I have to find Damon, reason with him, and get Sam back. It's not going to be easy." She looked around. "Is your dad still out?"

Adrian nodded. "Yeah. But if Lucy's going to be around, I'm sure I could persuade him to come back."

"That might be best," Selina said. "I don't want two men on the loose because of me."

"I'll give it a shot," Adrian said.

Selina shook her head. "Actually, I'll do it," she said. "You go on home."

"Are you sure?" Adrian asked, looking at her skeptically.

"Yes, I'm sure," she said.

Adrian nodded and handed Lucy back to Selina and headed out. Selina put Lucy in her room and dialed Klaus. "Wherever you are, I need you to come back to the house," she said. "I have to go. Complications with Sam, and I need someone to be here to watch Lucy."

"Really?" Klaus asked. "That surprises me."

"Why?" She asked

"Well, I would have thought you'd want me to stay away from her," Klaus said easily.

"Why would I want that?" Selina asked. "I wouldn't stop you from bonding with your own child."

"She's going to be more difficult than Roxie was. I can tell that right now."

"So are you going to come back or not?" Selina asked. "Because I'm sure I can always take her to Anna's if you're not available."

"No, I'm available," he said. "I'll be there in a little while."

When Klaus came through the door, he gave Selina a look as he took a somewhat resistant Lucy from her. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

"No," Selina said. "I don't. But like I told myself when I first saw the note, I should have counted on some difficulties, shouldn't I?"

"Tell me again why you're fighting this?" He said as he watched her throw stuff into a duffle. "Damon clearly doesn't want to give Sam up. Why are you making him?"

"Because I don't want to separate Sam and Lucy," Selina said. "I told you that before."

"Why are you packing?"

She shrugged. "Well, I don't know where he is, exactly. It could be cold or rainy or whatever, and I don't know how long I'm going to be gone. With how stubborn he is, it could be weeks."

"Well, as long as you call every once in awhile to let us know you're still okay," Klaus said.

"I'll make a note of that," she said. She threw one last shirt into her duffle and zipped it up, throwing it over her shoulder. "All right. I'm going to be on my way now," she said. "Are you sure the two of you are going to be all right here?"

Klaus nodded. "Of course we are."

Selina looked at them for one last long moment and then left the house and got in her car, driving away.

"Well this is a surprise," Anna said when she opened the door. "What can I do for you, Selina?"

"There's really nothing you personally can do," she said, stepping inside. "And I apologize if I seem abrupt, but where's Stefan?"

"Right here," he said, coming into the living room. "What's the problem? It sounds like there is one."

Selina sat down. "Yes, actually, there is. And you might not feel up to helping me, but I thought I would at least give it a shot."

Stefan nodded. "I'll see what I can do."

Selina took a breath. "Well, as you know, or if you don't, I'm telling you now, I moved back in with Nicky because he found out that Lucy was his due to the fact that Damon shot off his big fat mouth. Anyway, when I left, I left without Sam because Damon said he wanted a few extra days to really say goodbye. Well, when I came back for Sam yesterday, I found the house empty and a note from Damon saying he and Sam had skipped town or something. I don't know where they are, and even if I called Damon, he wouldn't tell me of course, so do you know anything about where he might go to hide out?"

Stefan shook his head. "Nope, sorry. I don't know when the last time I spoke to him was. And even if we were speaking, he would probably figure that you'd come and see me, so I'd be a bad person to leave his hiding place with. But who says that he wouldn't tell you where he was if you called him?"

"Of course he wouldn't tell me," Selina said. "He would assume that if I wanted to know where he was, it would be cause I wanted to take Sam, and he made it very clear that's not going to happen."

"What if you called him and told him you wanted to come back?" Stefan asked. "Then he'd tell you for sure."

"I can't do that," Selina said. "I've screwed him up enough already. I don't want to make it worse."

"Well, do you want Sam back, or not?" Stefan asked. "Because that's the only way I can think of that Damon will let you near him."

Selina sighed. "I guess you're right."

Stefan handed her her phone. Selina took a deep breath and dialed. Damon answered almost immediately. "I'm not telling you where I am if all you're calling about is wanting to take Sam back. That's not going to happen."

"Yeah, I know," Selina told him. "I read your note. Actually, I was calling about something else. I was calling because..." She stalled and looked at Stefan who nodded encouragingly. Anna looked like she wanted to hit him.

"...Because I've thought a lot about it and I want to come back," Selina finished, wincing when she said it. "And I can't come back if I don't know where you are."

Damon happily told her an address. She hung up. "They're on the good side of town, at least," she said.

"Does Nick know you're doing this?" Anna asked.

"Yeah," Selina nodded. "I have his blessing, actually. He's at home attempting to bond with Lucy. Strangely enough, I don't think she's going to bend to his will as easily as Roxie did."

"Well, he did raise Roxie from the second she was born," Stefan said. "The same cannot be said about Lucy. Even you took awhile to warm up to Klaus after all the years you spent mourning the loss of my brother."

"I didn't mourn," Selina said. "He wanted to be with Katherine. That was his prerogative." She put her phone in her pocket. "I have to get on my way so I can begin the marathon negotiations that are going to take days to even start going anywhere."

"Good luck," Stefan called after her.

It took awhile to find the house where Damon and Sam were hiding out. Selina drove almost to the edge of town. She parked her car in the brambles beside the house and got out of the car, looking up at it. She could tell it was old, and in the light, painted a pale shade of yellow. The shutters had broken off one of the windows, but otherwise, it was perfect. She strode up to the front door and knocked. "It's open," Damon called. She opened the door hesitantly. "Where are you?" She called.

"It's a bit hard to explain," Damon called. "Just follow my voice."

It took a bit of walking, but she found them in an anteroom in the center of the house. "You know," she said, giving Damon a look, "Your voice really carries."

Damon was holding Sam and staring out the window. At the sound of her voice, he turned. "Look, Sam. Mommy's back!" He carried him over and they both grinned at Selina.

"Please," Selina said. "Don't make this harder than it is."

Damon sobered. "What do you mean?"

"I didn't come to stay," she said. "Even if that's what I told you on the phone. I came to take Sam back with me."

"Well I won't let you," Damon said. He backed away from her.

"Why are you making this so hard for me?" She asked.

"Hard for you?" Damon asked. "How is this hard for you? If I give him to you, then I'm stuck with nothing."

"It wouldn't be like that," Selina said. "We'd let you visit. I'd make sure of that."

Damon put Sam down on the floor. "You've lost your mind," he said. "Don't you see that Sam is our second chance?" He asked. "We were pulled apart years ago, and if you stayed, we could be a family again, like we were supposed to be."

Selina shook her head. "It doesn't work that way."

He looked at her. "Why not? Is my love not enough?"

Selina narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "No, you don't." She said. "You have no right to guilt me that way. But I'll answer your question: When we were alive, your love was everything to me. The only bright spot in my crazy, tragic, screwed up life. Out of everyone I knew, it seemed like you were the only one who cared about me. But then, one thing went to another and everything fell apart. Things changed. We can't do anything about that."

"So this is payback because I left you to go fight in the war. Is that it?" Damon asked.

"No," Selina shook her head. "Lots of men left to go fight in the war. There was nothing you could do about that. But Katherine...how could you let yourself get sucked in by Katherine? Let her make you think that I left you for Doctor Stensrund? The man was old enough to be my grandfather!"

Damon was still frowning. "She compelled me to think that," he said.

Selina shook her head. "I don't think she did. I think you just wanted an excuse so you wouldn't have to be saddled with a family before you were ready."

Damon's eyes widened. "How could you say that?"

She crossed her arms. "Easily."

Sam was crying now. Damon picked him up and looked at Selina. "You need to go now," he said.

Selina shook her head. "I don't think so."

Damon nodded. "And don't come back until you're in a less accusatory mood. I don't want to talk to you. Not when you're like this."

Selina rolled her eyes. "Fine. But I will be back."

"Fine," Damon shouted at her as she retreated. "I'll be looking forward to it!"

Once she was out of his sight, Selina ran out the front door of the house and slammed it closed. "That was pointless," she growled. She got in her car to head back home, hoping things were in better shape there.

Charlie opened the door to the apartment. "Here it is!" She said grandly. "So do you like it?"

Roxie stepped inside. "It's nice enough, I suppose. But why is it so small?"

"It'll make less room for the two of you to mess up," Tony said, running his fingers through his spiky brown hair.

"Can't you take us somewhere else?" Roxie asked. "Someplace bigger? I get claustrophobic."

"You and Vince burned your house down," Charlie reminded her. "You don't have a lot of options right now."

Roxie sighed. "All right, fine. We'll take it."

"Yes we will," Vince said. "Thanks so much for getting this place for us, you two."

"No problem," Charlie said. "It's just that...this is a one-bedroom, rather than a two, but I don't think that'll be a problem, now will it?"

Roxie and Vince looked at one another and then looked away.

"So do you need anything else?" Charlie asked.

Vince shook his head. "We'll be fine."

"But if you do," Tony said, "We're right across the hall."

Charlie and Tony left Roxie and Vince staring at one another. "So what are we going to do now?" Roxie asked after a bit. "We don't even have furniture anymore!"

"Well there are places that sell furniture," Vince said. "We can always get more."

Roxie nodded. "I'm thinking that we should do a retro chic thing, don't you?"

Vince nodded. "Sure! That'll finally give me a reason to get my grandfather's old recliner out of the storage locker."

Roxie crinkled her nose. "Not that ugly brown and orange one that's falling apart."

Vince nodded. "That very one. I think we should put a big television over on one of the walls, and then I can put my chair right in front of it."

Roxie shook her head. "We aren't bringing that chair anywhere near this apartment."

"But you said you wanted to do retro," Vince said. "That chair is retro."

"I said I wanted to do retro chic," Roxie retorted. "Not retro ugly."

Vince shook his head. "I don't care what you say. I'm getting that recliner."

Roxie rolled her eyes. "I think I'll go to my parents' house and pick up some more of my stuff."

"You do that," Vince said. "And when you get back, you'll find me in my chair."

As Roxie drove to her parents' house, she thought about the scenario that had gotten her into her current predicament.

It had started a week ago. Vince had had a project due for chemistry, and of course he'd asked Princess Agnes for help with it. But during a break, Vince had insisted on cooking her dinner. "You've helped me so much in my science classes that this is the least I can do for you."

Agnes had blushed. "Oh, Vince, thank you. But you really didn't have to."

But before he'd had time to say another word, she'd come in.

"Vince, you didn't tell me that we were having guests for dinner. I hope there's enough for all of us."

"Actually," Vince said, "I made a ham and I know you don't like anything that comes from pigs, so you'll have to fend for yourself tonight."

She'd sat down next to Agnes. "Actually, I love ham. Could you cut me off a slice, please?"

Vince sighed. "Okay, fine. But be careful what you touch on this table. Some of these chemicals are highly flammable."

"Really?" She'd said. "How intriguing. "So how much more of this experiment do you have to do?"

"Not much, really," Agnes said. "Just write up our results."

They ate quickly and then Vince and Agnes disappeared to the computer room, leaving her in the kitchen with the chemicals.

She began to look over them. "They can't be that dangerous," she'd said to herself. She picked up one container and prepared to pour it in another when she heard a voice, Vince's. "Don't do that!" He cried. "Didn't you hear me say that some of those chemicals are flammable? Give me it right now."

Roxie shook her head. "No. I just want to see what it does."

He snapped his fingers at her. "Give it to me. Now." But she'd poured it into the other container instead and soon the table cloth and every other surface was covered in flames. They'd all managed to make it out okay, but the house was pretty much done for.

Roxie shook her head. It hadn't been her fault. No matter what Vince said. She reached her parents' house and went inside. She heard a voice. Her father. And a baby? Mom must've brought the twins back. She followed their voices to the living room and stood frozen in the doorway. "Dad, what are you doing?"

Klaus looked up from a madly giggling Lucy who held an old stuffed bear and was sucking on its ear. "I'm bonding with your sister," he said. "She didn't like me much at first, but then I gave her this old bear that no one was using and she was just as happy as can be."

"But that's my bear!" Roxie wailed. "Don't give my stuff away!" She snatched it away from Lucy, who immediately started crying. "I'll be back later to pick up more of my stuff," Roxie snapped as Klaus tried to calm Lucy. Selina came walking in just as Roxie stormed out. "See?" Selina said to Klaus, "I told you giving people stuff to make them like you wasn't necessarily a good tactic."

Roxie had work that night. But when she arrived, she saw something strange. There were men in dark clothes all over the place.

"What's happened?" She asked Chris, one of the bartenders. "Nothing bad, I hope."

"Unfortunately yes," Chris said. "Somebody attacked Enid. She's going to be out for a few days. They're trying to decide where to take her."

"She can go to my parents'" Roxie looked up as Helene and Adrian entered the bar. "They're magical too, you know. But you can't tell them I sent you because technically, I'm not supposed to know they exist."

"Why not?" Roxie asked.

Helene sat down at the bar. "Somebody's targeting my father, so he had Adrian compel me to forget him, but Adrian undid it after a little while. Now we're trying to figure out who's after my father and I figure that if Enid's at my parents' house, she'd be in a perfect position to help."

"But why would anyone want to attack Enid in the first place?" Roxie asked.

"That's what I'd like to know," Helene said. "I mean, Vanessa's dead, so it couldn't have been her, but..."

"What if Vanessa had followers?" Adrian asked. "People she trained to carry on her not-so-noble anti-werewolf work in case she was killed?"

"She probably did something like that," Helene said. "Now we just have to figure out who her followers are before they hurt or kill anyone else!"