Damon was sitting on the sofa in front of the television with Sam on his lap. They were watching a black and white film that Damon had found hidden in one of the boxes in the basement. "I used to be someone," Damon said to Sam. "People used to love me. Everyone in the world. Then it all ended."

"What is this exactly?" Joshua asked, appearing behind the sofa and watching the screen intently. "My god, Father. Is that you in this film?"

Damon turned. "Yeah. I used to be in the movies. I can't believe you didn't know that. You were around then, weren't you?"

Joshua nodded. "Well, of course. And I saw your films, but it never occurred to me that it was actually you. I mean, you had a different name and everything! Does Mother know about this? I think you should tell her."

Damon shook his head. "Oh, she knows," he said. "And we don't talk about that. It wasn't a good time for either of us. And I thank you for that, by the way."

"What did I do?" Joshua asked, taking a seat next to Damon on the sofa. Damon got up and turned off the television and then sat back down. "Did you or did you not tell your mother to look out for me at some point?"

Joshua nodded. "I might have said something like that...at one point."

Damon scoffed. "Well, she kept her word. Way too well, if you ask me. Around 1930, after Selina got back from Europe and back into cold, harsh, Depression Era-Reality, she remembered the promise she made to you. I assume she looked everywhere around town, but she didn't find me right away. Finally, one day she decided to go see a movie and guess who's face was on the poster in the front lobby. That's right, Mine!"

"What happened after she saw you in the movie?" Joshua asked.

"She ran into some girls who were members of the Virginia chapter of my fan club and they got on a train headed to California. When they arrived at my house, a very elegantly decorated place, they just wanted to hide in the bushes and wait for me to come out, but she got inside. I don't know how. I gave my butler strict rules about who to let in and out."

"You compelled your butler not to let Mother into the house?" Joshua asked. "That's not very nice."

"Well you have to remember, that's when I still thought that she'd cheated on me with Doctor Stensrund. Given the circumstances, I had every right to be upset." Damon said defensively. "So," he continued: "She got inside the house. she probably could have gotten in without compelling anyone. she looked presentable enough; rose colored trench and matching cloche hat with a rose print dress underneath, and she told me later had had a plan to pass herself off as a journalist if she ran into anyone difficult. She found me in my bedroom with my little entourage, probably five or six incredibly dumb looking women, three blondes, three brunettes, hanging all over me. She shoved them all out and got down to business.

"Damon? Do you know who I am?" She asked. I said nothing but just looked at her, my gaze going in and out of focus. Then, I got up and ambled over to dresser where her picture sat."

"You mean the picture she gave you before you left for the war?" Joshua asked.

"Yes," Damon nodded.

"If you were mad at her," Joshua asked Damon, "why did you keep her picture around?"

Damon shrugged. "Maybe because it helped me remember who she was rather than the person I thought she'd become and that was a comfort to I saw her, I grabbed the picture, stared at it, and then gulped down the rest of a half-drunk bottle of whisky that was on the dresser. Then, I threw the bottle down and it smashed all over the Persian rug. I wanted to scare her. To show her how angry I was that she'd come. She stared at the bottle shards for a minute before I finally found the words to ask why she'd come.

"Why did you come?" I asked, wiping away some of the whiskey that was dripping down my chin. My eyes were bloodshot, my white undershirt was stained, and my hair was covered with sweat. "Were you so lonely that you swallowed your pride and came to see me?"

"No," she said, her upper lip twitching. "I didn't come for you. I came as a favor for somebody else.

"At that, I burst out laughing. "Don't lie to me, Lina. You want me, I can see it in your eyes.

"Those girls that were just here," she said, "they only like you because you have money and fame. They don't want you for you. And from the looks of you, I don't blame them. You're a mess! You and this whole room smell like alcohol, sweat and cheap cologne." She went over to the picture next and picked it up again. "From the looks of this, it's not me who's lonely. Why can't you just admit that you made a mistake?"

"Because I didn't make a mistake," I said. "You're the one who cheated on me and left. Doesn't the idea of commitment or your responsibilities mean anything to you?"

"Oh, please," she scoffed. "You're a war deserter and you're lecturing me about responsibilities and commitment?" She'd gone too far. I brought up my hand to hit her, but she grabbed my wrist before my hand made contact with her face. "I'm going to leave," she said. "I can't look at you like this anymore. You disgust me."

"Fine," I said. "Go. But you'll be back.

"She reached the door and put her hand on the handle, then she turned. 'I almost forgot why I came here. It was because I wanted to give you a message from someone. But now I don't know if I should, because I doubt you'd care.' She left the house and I guess she went back to her hotel. I hope she spent all night thinking about how lonely she was without me. She must have, because later, she came back to me.

"I knew that she would be coming and I was waiting for her at the door. I'd cleaned up and was wearing silk lounging pajamas this time and smoking a cigarette. "I knew you'd come back," I said.

"She glared at me. "You know what? Don't flatter yourself. I'm long overdue."

"I just grinned and led her to my bedroom. 'Whatever you need to tell yourself so that you feel better', I told her."

"So she spent the night in your bed," Joshua said. "But something tells me life wasn't a bowl of cherries after that."

"No," Damon shook his head. "The next morning she left again, before I'd even woken up. Didn't leave me a note or anything." He sighed. "I didn't hear anything from her for a couple of weeks. When I next saw her, it was at a movie theater near my house. She was an usher at the theater, and it was a Friday night. I can't remember the film that I saw, but it was the last show of the evening and after it got over, everyone left. But as I drove away from theater, I realized I'd left something in my seat. I drove back to get it and found a figure stretched out over a row of four or five movie seats, covered with a blanket. I touched the figure gently and they jumped about a mile. When the blanket came off, I was shocked to see that it was your mother.

"Selina, what in the world are you doing here?" I asked. "The theater is closed! Don't you have a home to go to?"

Selina paused and then sat up. "I could go to Doctor Stensrund's house, but I don't want to. Too many bad memories. I've been sleeping in the theater ever since I left your house, compelling the guard every night to look the other way."

Damon scoffed. "But that's absolutely ridiculous," he said. "Why don't you just come back home with me and stop being silly?"

Selina growled and threw the blanket aside. "You would just love that, wouldn't you?" She asked. "Making me dependent on you, as if I'm not capable of making a life for myself without your help!"

"Look at what you're doing," Damon said. "Look at how you're living. Sleeping on a row of movie theater seats is a far cry from the plantation we both know you grew up on."

"Well, maybe it is," Selina said. "But that doesn't mean I should just come home with you."

Just then, she heard a squeak and her eyes widened as a small mouse darted out from one of the theater seats in front of her. She let out a shriek and practically jumped into Damon's arms. He grinned. "Are you all right?"

She took a deep breath. "Maybe it would be wise if I did come and stay with you for awhile," she said. "But I refuse to cook or clean or have sex with you."

"Well, that doesn't seem fair," Damon replied. "I offer you shelter and yet I get nothing in return."

"I don't see why you'd want anything like that from me," she said. "You hate me after all."

Damon's eyebrow went up. "People don't have to like each other to find themselves in bed together. It's nice of course, but not a necessity."

"I would have to be drunk out of my mind to do something so foolish," she replied. He ran his fingers through her hair. "Drunk or very lonely. Either way, you know where you're going to end up."

Joshua was looking at his father in shock. "You weren't at your best then, were you?" He asked. "You must have really hated her to act so cruelly towards her."

Damon nodded. "I do regret what I did, now. That's something I never told her."

"So did she end up in bed with you?" Joshua asked. "I only ask because I want all the facts."

Damon nodded. "Yes. We lived uneasily together until 1931, drinking the day away and waking up to horrible hangovers the next morning. Then your mother decided she couldn't take it anymore and ran off to Doctor Stensrund's house and it was years until I saw her again."

"Next time you see her, you have to tell her you're sorry," Joshua said. "You just have to."

Damon nodded. "All right, I will. But who knows when I'll see her again?"

"I'm back!" Elijah called as he entered the house. "Have we figured out what's wrong with the air conditioner yet?" He walked into the living room and his eyes widened. "What is going on here?" His eyes were locked on Selina, who was lounging naked on his new sofa.

"Hi!" She said brightly when she saw him. "Apparently, the AC is just broken, that's all. I called someone but apparently lots of people have broken air conditioners and the guy said he'd come when he came."

"I see," Elijah replied. "I assume you didn't tell them you weren't wearing anything when you called," he said dryly. "If you had, they'd probably come faster."

Selina smirked. "Oh, don't be silly. That would be placing an obscene phone call and it's against the law. They have people who monitor these things."

"I don't want to ask how you know that," Elijah said. "Would you just get dressed? Please?"

Selina shook her head. "No, it's too hot to wear clothes. And it's not like I'm just letting everyone look. I shut the windows. Did you notice that?"

Elijah sighed. "Well, I guess that's a start. Where's Lucy?" Just then, he heard a giggle and Lucy came running out of the kitchen. She wasn't wearing clothes either.

"And why isn't Lucy dressed?" Elijah asked Selina.

Selina shrugged. "Because she didn't want to be, and I decided it wouldn't do any good to try and force her. In fact, she gave me the idea." She looked over Elijah's suit and shirt. "You want to join us?" She asked. "You'd probably be more comfortable."

Elijah shook his head. "No, thank you. I'm fine."

Selina stood up and grinned, striding toward him and pushing him back against the wall. "Are you sure?" She asked. She began untying his tie and pushing off his jacket. "It's so hot in here. If you were the repairman and you knew I wasn't wearing anything, would you come faster? Come on, show me."

Elijah grinned, removing his jacket and shirt. "Well, I consider myself to be very reliable," he said. "Why don't we meet in the bedroom and you can tell me what the problem is." Then, he felt a tug on his pant leg and looked down to see Lucy gazing up at him.

"Can I help you?" He asked her. She held up her arms and he picked her up and carried her off to her room before returning to Selina. "Now," he said, "where were we?"

Selina grinned and leaned in. "I was about to tell you about the problem I was having with the air conditioner."

He nodded and took her hand, leading her to their room. "So," he said, pushing her against the wall, "what seems to be the problem?" He began kissing down her neck.

"Oh, well, the air conditioning doesn't work," Selina said, moaning as his hand snuck under her shirt and then he picked her up and carried her over to the bed, then climbed in after her, looming over her. She gazed up at him, her eyes wide. "The air conditioning doesn't work, and it's very hot in here."

Slowly, Elijah's lips curled into a grin. "It is, isn't it?" He ran his hand in slow, gentle strokes down her body. "Well, I'm afraid things will get worse before they can get better." He got up on his knees and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She shrieked with excitement and bucked upward, and then he kissed her deeply, and as he kissed her, she heard a click. She twisted around and saw that he'd taken one of her hands and cuffed it to the bed post.

"Well, what did you have to do that for?" Selina asked. "It's not very sporting to do that to someone."

"Well I had to think of some way to make you stay put while I did my...repairs," he said. "I've been waiting for years for the opportunity. Consider it payback."

Selina rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. I remember exactly what you're talking about and it wasn't that bad! There's no need for vengeance! I was perfectly within my rights to want to have a job and goals. You haven't changed at all, have you?"

It was 1925. Sera had bullied her way into a job at a newspaper, and after getting on the wrong side of a local politician, she'd been unceremoniously thrown in jail and watched them throw away the key.

"You can't keep me in here like this!" She called. "This is false imprisonment! I demand you let me out! In America, we would-" The jailer leaned forward and grinned. "Ah, yes, but you are not in America, madamoiselle, and even in America, I'm sure they frown on people blowing up the houses of their politicians with bombs."

She tried to catch his eye to compel him to let her out, but he wouldn't look at her. Finally, he said, "I suppose if a certain amount of money were to exchange hands, then I could allow you to call someone to come and speak on your behalf."

"Fine," Sera said. "I'll find someone! You believe I will!" She gave him his money and he handed her the phone. She tried to call Nicky, but he wouldn't answer. After several other non-responses, she called her last resort.

"Hello?"

"Alistair!" She said, her voice full of relief. "Is Elijah home? I have to talk to him."

"Why?" Alistair asked.

"Well, is it so strange?" She replied. "Surely you're not suggesting that I'm the first woman to ever want to talk to Elijah."

"Just a minute," Alistair said. Soon after, Elijah came on the line. "Sera, hello."

"Hello," Sera said. "I need help. Would you do something for me?"

"Of course," Elijah replied. "I'm at your service. What is it that I can do for you?"

"I seem to have gotten into a bit of trouble," she said. "I've been arrested and they put me in jail! Could you come and put in a good word for me so they'll let me out?"

There was silence on the line, and then a sigh. "All right," he said. "I'll come, I suppose."

After he got Sera out of jail, they had a lot to talk about on the way back to Elijah's house, where he'd offered to put her up until Nicky returned.

"I'm rather thirsty," she said when they were sitting in the living room. "Do you have something cold?"

He nodded and brought out two glasses and a bottle. "I have champagne." He poured a glass and handed it to her, and then poured another for himself.

After taking a sip, she looked at him speculatively. "I bet you're wondering how I ended up in jail," she said. "Are you?"

"I'm not surprised," he said. "But if you feel like you need to tell me, go ahead."

She nodded and cleared her throat. "As you know, I'm a reporter, and-"

"A reporter?" He cut her off. "Why?"

"Oh, you disapprove?" She asked him.

"Of course not," he said. "But I am a little surprised."

She smirked. "Oh, you don't have to be polite to me. I would feel better if you were honest and admitted that you disapprove of what I do. A woman doing a man's work is competitive, sexually as well as economically. I'm glad I had to call you to come and get me out, and do you want to know why? Because we need to talk. We've never really been on good terms and I think it's because you're threatened by me and that's that. It's that simple."

He shook his head. "It's hardly that simple, but let's discuss it, shall we?"

She nodded. "All right. Let's discuss it fully and completely, right from the beginning. Do you want a wife, a companion, or just a woman? I'm well aware of what Nicky prefers, but you, I'm curious."

He averted his eyes and shook his head. "There are certain things we shouldn't discuss."

"Why?" Sera asked after taking another sip of champagne. "Men discuss their relationships with women. I know Nicky's told you about me."

Elijah nodded. "But I am nothing like my brother. Gentlemen like myself don't discuss their relationships with women."

"Ah," Sera said. "But I am not a gentleman. I'm a woman."

He nodded slowly. "Indeed you are."

"Then say it," she said, standing up and looking at him with challenge in her eyes. "What's expected of me? I'm an emancipated woman and you're an emancipated man."

Elijah shook his head again. "There are certain things that should remain implicit between men and women."

"Why?" Sera asked.

Elijah shrugged. "Because that's the way it's been for thousands of years and I see no reason to change. I am a creature of habit."

Sera grinned and shook her head. "All the more reason."

He eyed her critically. "Now you're using your female attractiveness as a weapon."

She shook her head. "Equality, real equality of the sexes bothers you, doesn't it?"

He gave her a long look, but said nothing before getting up to fill his glass. She got up and followed him indignantly. "I can speak, read and write French, Spanish, and Italian."

He didn't look up. "So can I, plus twelve other languages."

"I can drive any car there is!"

"So can I," he said.

She looked around and saw a pair of foils on the wall and threw one at him. "I won the women's international fencing competition! En garde!"

He smirked. "Very well," he said. They exchanged parrys and thrusts for a little while before he knocked her blade out of her hand and pushed her back onto the sofa, looking smug. "Maybe if you'd won the men's international fencing competition," he said. He started to walk away. "Wait!" she said. "Don't turn your back on me!" She grabbed hold of his arm, kissed him, and, pulling out a pair of handcuffs, cuffed them together after he dropped his foil to bring his arms around her. "You dropped your sword," she said. "That means I win. Now we'll talk this out!"

He looked at the cuffs, then at her. "All right," he said. "Let's talk." and pulled her to himself, kissing her deeply. She resisted at first, but then relaxed into it, feeling tingles all over her body. When they finally pulled apart, she growled as she realized that he'd managed to take the cuff off himself and put it on her other wrist. "Hey!" She said. "What did you have to do that for? It's not very sporting to do that to someone."

"If you'll excuse me," he said, looking out the window. "I have somewhere I need to be, but I see my brother has arrived home. I'll take you back to him."

"You're afraid!" She cried as he put a hand on her back and guided her out of his house, handing her off to Klaus. "You're afraid of a real woman!"

"Give it up," Klaus told her. "Elijah isn't one to change his mind easily. It's futile to even try."

She let out a shriek as he pushed into her and then narrowed her eyes at him. "You made me look stupid then and you make me look stupid now!"

He grinned. "I don't know why you're so upset," he said. "You always seem to like it, especially when I do this." He eased his tongue inside her and moved it around a little. She let out a squeal of delight despite trying to stay serious.

"Well, fine," she said. When they paused to take a break, Selina was breathing hard. "I'm hot," she said. "Aren't you?"

He nodded. "I know where there's ice. I can bring you some."

She nodded and he left, returning a few minutes later, carrying a small cooler. He put it on the bedside table and grabbed a large chunk of ice, running it along her body. The cold made her shiver, but it was oddly pleasant. When he was running the third piece of ice over the inside of her thigh, the phone rang.

"Don't worry," he said. "I'll get it. You stay right here." He put a robe on and left the bedroom to answer the phone. "Hello?"

"Elijah, Mary Anne has some news she wants to impart to us, news about our mission," Mikael said. "Come over to the house immediately."

"All right, Father," Elijah said. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Why the long face?" Selina asked when he returned.

"I have to go to another meeting," he said. "I'm sorry. But we can continue this tonight. Do you have somewhere you can go that has air conditioning?"

"Sure," Selina nodded. "I'll find a place. Don't you worry about me."

Elijah nodded. "Just remember to dress before you go outside, no matter how uncomfortable it might be."

"Well this is a surprise," Damon said when he opened the door to find Selina and Lucy on the other side. "What brings you here?"

"The air conditioning at Elijah's broke and no one can fix it until later. Can we hang out here for the day?" Selina asked. "Or would it be inconvenient for you?"

"Oh, no," Damon said. "Come on in."

They came in and Damon took Lucy out of Selina's arms. "Let's take that jacket off you," he said to Lucy. "You're probably hot in that." He started to remove her little red raincoat, and then Selina handed him a plastic bag with underwear, socks and a dress in it. "She's not wearing anything under her coat," she said. "Here's some stuff I brought to change her into. I thought you'd have better luck with that than I did."

Damon took the bag and as he did, he noticed that Selina's clothes were damp with sweat and sticking to her body. "Do you want to take a cold shower?" He asked her. "You can do that while I get Lucy dressed."

Selina looked down at herself. "I am a bit of a mess, aren't I? But I don't blame you for noticing. When a kid walks past a candy store, you can't fault him for looking in the windows as long as he doesn't go inside. A shower would be nice, but will you be able to handle both Sam and Lucy?"

Damon nodded. "It won't be a problem."

She nodded and made her way to the bathroom, starting when she saw that Damon had followed her in. "What's up?" She asked. "Can I help you?"

"Actually, I just came to tell you to use the cotton towels," he said. "They'll be gentler on your skin."

She nodded. "Thank you. And thank you for letting Lucy and me stay like this. I remember how difficult things were the last time I had to stay with you, after I got back from Europe."

He nodded. "I was just thinking about that earlier, actually. They had one of my movies on. I recorded it. You want to watch it and have a good laugh?"

She nodded. "Sure. After I get done in here, I'll come and meet you and the other two in the living room." She paused and then to Damon's surprise, she gave him a brief hug before quickly pulling away. "You smell like baby shampoo," she said. "You're not sneaking Sam's are you?"

He nodded. "You caught me. Maybe just a little. But you wouldn't believe how soft it makes your hair. Go ahead and feel. I don't mind."

Selina hesitantly reached out and ran her fingers through his hair for a moment before taking then out. "Wow," she said. "You're right. Maybe I should buy Lucy a bigger bottle and start stealing hers."

"It might be a change," Damon said. "I'll leave you to get cooled off and I'll go take care of Lucy."

She nodded. "All right. See you in a bit."

"Well, well, well. Look who's here!" Selina froze at the edge of the living room. "Stefan," she said. "What are you doing here?"

Stefan, who held Sam in his lap, shrugged. "I just came to visit my brother and my nephew. Do you have a problem with that?"

Selina shook her head. "No. And it's nice you came to visit."

Stefan grinned. "You thought there was some other reason I came, didn't you?" He asked her. "Like Nick would have told me what happened between him and you and that I came to yell at you about it."

"Well, did you?" Selina asked. "It's not like that would be new behavior from you. Berating me about things that aren't your business."

"Well, whatever you think, that's not why I came. In fact, I'm more worried for you than anything else," Stefan said. "You haven't told Elijah anything about you, right? Anything that you did?"

"Well, no," Selina said. "I mean, he knows some of it. He knows that his father suspected me of being Lonely Heart, but it's not like he believes a word of it. In fact, that's why I left Nicky. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life running from his father, so Elijah put me on a boat and sent me back to America. He didn't come with me because he said his father wouldn't take kindly to him consorting with a possible murderer."

Stefan burst out laughing. "Well, then he missed out on a great opportunity, didn't he?"

"What do you mean?" Selina asked. "Should I be pleased or insulted?"

"Well, think about it," Stefan said. "His father thinks you're a murderer and wants you caught. Elijah knows this and also knows you want him to be with you. He could have killed two birds with one stone if he'd just told his father that he knew where you were and then offered to do some undercover work. But it figures he wouldn't have the imagination to think of something like that. What do you see in him, really?"

Selina narrowed her eyes. "Nothing you'd understand," she said. "I don't really like to think about what my life was like before I met him. It wasn't nice."

"But it happened," Stefan said. "And you can't forget it just because it's something Elijah won't want to hear about. What kind of relationship can you have if you can't be honest with each other?"

"Oh, I won't forget what I did," Selina said. "You and Anna and Nicky won't let me. If I feel I need to talk, that's what I have the three of you for, right? Now let's not talk about this any more and watch the movie."

After the movie ended, Damon looked down and saw that Lucy had fallen asleep in his lap. "Well, that's nice," he said.

"Little kids don't appreciate art," Selina said, taking her so that Damon could get up. Sam had fallen asleep earlier and Selina had put him to bed and was ready to do the same with Lucy. "But I liked it."

Damon grinned. "I know you're lying through your teeth, but thank you."

"You're welcome," she said.

"I have to run," Stefan said. "Anna and I are meeting some friends of ours for a game of tennis since the weather's so nice."

"Vampire friends?" Damon asked.

Stefan nodded. "Well, of course." He looked at Selina. "Just remember what I said, all right? Damon told me about what happened between you when you came back and it sounds like you gave up a lot when you left Paris."

Selina nodded. "I did. America was in a Great Depression and so was I. But it got better. No use dwelling on what's already happened."

Once Stefan was gone, Damon looked at Selina. "Could you hold down the fort for a little bit? I have an errand I need to run."

Selina nodded. "Of course. Knock yourself out."

"You're a doll," he said, and left the house.

Helene opened the front door and started. "Damon, what are you doing here?"
Damon cleared his throat. "I know I shouldn't ask you this, but I need a favor."
"From me?" Helene asked, looking surprised. "I don't know if you really do want any favors from me. Remember what happened last time I tried to do magic around you. It's too risky. I'm sorry, I can't."
"But I need you to make it so I won't feel anything for Selina any more," Damon said. "That's all."
Helene shook her head. "I definitely shouldn't do that. It's risky enough to toy with love when a witch's magic is functioning well, much less when it's screwed up. You could end up not being able to ever love again. Is that what you want?"
Damon nodded. "Well, yeah. It's not like I'll ever be able to have a fully functioning relationship again."
Helene sighed. "I don't know about that. Let's just see, shall we?" Damon followed her into the house and sat down across from her at the kitchen table. She shuffled a tarot deck and laid out a line of cards. The first one turned over was The Lovers.
"Well, well, well," Helene said. "Isn't this interesting?"
"What does it mean?" Damon asked.
Helene grinned. "Well, I think you can guess, but if you want a precise answer, in some traditions, the Lovers represent relationships and choices. Its appearance in a spread indicates some decision about an existing relationship, a temptation of the heart, or a choice of potential partners. Often an aspect of the asker's life will have to be sacrificed; a bachelor(ette)'s lifestyle may be sacrificed and a relationship gained (or vice versa), or one potential partner may be chosen while another is turned down. Whatever the choice, it should not be made lightly, as the ramifications will be lasting." Helene paused. "Want to see the rest of the cards?"
Damon shook his head. "I don't think that's necessary. So when you say 'an aspect of my life will have to be sacrificed', does that mean that if I want to have this new relationship, I'll have to give up my attachment to Selina?"
"Well, not entirely," Helene said. "But giving up thinking of her as a romantic partner would be wise."
"Who is this other person?" Damon asked. "The one who'll replace her?"
Helene shut her eyes and after a long pause, she said, "Lucy. It'll be Lucy."
Damon's eyes widened. "What? How do you know?"
Helene held out her hand. "You wanna see?"
He nodded and took it. All of a sudden, the room began to spin. When everything was still, they found themselves standing in an art gallery. Lucy was standing next to an abstract painting chatting with a group of older people. She wore a lavender button down shirt, a black, midlength skirt and dark purple flats. All of a sudden, Damon saw himself stride into the gallery and Lucy step away from the group and follow him to a corner.

"Hey!" She said. "You made it, thank you!"

He grinned. "How could I miss your big debut? You were talking to lots of old people. Any of them interested in buying anything?"

She nodded. "Yeah, actually."

He pulled out a small box and gave it to her. "Happy birthday," he said. "Go ahead and open it."

"You didn't have to," she said when she opened the box and saw a necklace with her first inital on it that was covered in little diamels. He put it on her and then she looked around as if to be sure no one was watching them. "I have something for you too," she said. Then she leaned forward, put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

There was a flash! and Lucy was sitting on her bed and Selina was next to her. "I'm glad the show went well," Selina said. "That you sold a lot."

Lucy nodded. "I'm glad too."

"I have a question though," Selina continued. "A lot of your paintings, the man in them looks like Damon. Why is that? Is there something you want to tell me? I won't judge you, I promise."

Lucy looked uncomfortable. "Well, Mom, it's like this..."

There was another flash! and they were in Damon's bedroom. Just then, he noticed that Lucy was leaning against him on the bed and neither of them were wearing anything at all. "Well, that was something," she said to the him that was sitting on the bed watching her. "It's a good thing Sam's out with his band. Can you imagine how awkward it would have been if he'd come in here and found us?"

"Well, Sam sleeps in the basement now," He told her. "He hardly ever comes up here. I don't think we have anything to worry about." She moaned and kissed his shoulder. "Good," she said. "That's really good..."

With the last flash, they were back in Helene and Adrian's kitchen. Helene came around and put a hand on Damon's shoulder. He looked badly shaken. "Are you going to be all right?" She asked. "Can I get you anything?"

He shook his head and got to his feet. "Thank you," he said. "You've been a big help." He stumbled out of her house and got into his car, driving back home, and when Lucy held up her arms for a hug, he turned away from her and strode off, causing her to burst into tears.

"So what is it you want to tell us, Mary Anne?" Mikael asked.

"I finally saw Klaus again," she said. "Are you still after him?"

Mikael nodded. "He's not my primary target, but I can't say he's no longer a person of interest."

Mary Anne looked at Aleksandr. "Tell him what you told Klaus about Sera," she said. "You shouldn't keep that from the group. About how when she was first a vampire, she was miserable and her creator made her kill all those people."

"Did she tell you this?" Mikael asked, looking at Aleksandr.

Aleksandr nodded. "She did. Is it pertinent?"

"Well, we know that the woman Mary Anne calls Sera may very well be Lonely Heart and since she and Niklaus were involved once, it might behoove us to get more information from him. Would you do that?" Mikael asked Mary Anne.

She nodded. "Of course. You should have seen his face when he saw me. He was so happy."

"I can do one better," Elijah said. "I know where Sera is now. I could be with her, gain her trust, and when the time is right bring her to you."