"Guess what, guess what?!" Selina said, running into her and Elijah's bedroom later that day. "My father just told me the most incredible thing! He said that Joey's not dead because Enid brought him back to life!"

Elijah looked up at her. "Why would he tell you this? Why wouldn't he tell Vince and Roxanne?"

"Because technically no one is supposed to know," Selina said. "Enid thinks she might get in trouble if certain people find out."

"Well, then why are you telling me?" Elijah asked. "If this is the sort of thing you should keep to yourself?"

"You know I'm not good at keeping secrets!" Selina complained. "I was gonna explode if I didn't tell someone! Or even if I didn't tell someone!"

She looked resentfully at her large stomach.

"Speaking of that," Elijah said, "when is Laura supposed to be born again?"

"Astrid said around my birthday," Selina told him. "I hope not, though. Because Astrid won't even be here then. And I know it's selfish, but I don't want to share my birthday."

Elijah nodded. "I have to agree with you," he said. "I want Astrid to be here when it happens. But on the off chance that she isn't, I would much rather deliver our daughter myself than go to that bar."

Selina smirked. "Roxie's right," she said. "You are a snob!" As his mouth opened to protest, she winked and came around to spank him. "Relax, will you?" She asked. "I was just kidding."

"I knew that!" Elijah said. "I did!"

Just then, the doorbell rang. Selina answered it and saw that her mother was on the other side. "Wow," Amelia said, her eyes wide. "I didn't expect you to be so big!"

"Thanks for noticing," Selina said dryly. "Because I really hadn't. What do you want?"

"A more polite greeting for one thing," Amelia said.

Selina rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry. Hello, Mama. It's a pleasure to see you. What brings you here?"

"I could do without the tone, but that's better than nothing," Amelia replied. "Anyway, I just came to check on you, and see if you needed anything."

"Nope," Selina shook her head. "I'm good."

"Are you sure?" Amelia asked. "What are you doing up and about? You should be resting!"

"I don't like resting," Selina said. "I lie down and I can't get up again without help. And I hate that."

"You're too proud," Amelia said. "There's nothing wrong with asking for help. Especially in your condition."

Selina scoffed. "My condition. You make it sound like I have some sort of disease. I don't. I'm just pregnant for crying out loud, and now that it's finally October, hopefully I won't be pregnant for much longer."

"I have a question," Amelia said. "Have you talked to your father recently?"

Selina nodded. "Just saw him today. Why?"

"How is he?" Amelia asked. "Is he happy? Is he seeing someone?"

Selina grinned. "As a matter of fact, he is. Her name is Enid. I set them up."

"Enid?" Amelia asked. "What is she, a hundred?"

"Lots of hundreds actually," Selina said. "I don't know how many, but I know she's been around for quite awhile, though. She's a witch. The witch that created werewolves."

Amelia's eyes widened a fraction. "Is she? Well, perhaps you could arrange a meeting between her and me? So I could thank her for cursing my family and ruining all of our lives?"

Selina rolled her eyes. "For God's sake, Mama, get over that already! You're coping! Uncle Jake is alive! The only reason why everything was 'ruined' is because Granddaddy didn't handle things well. If he would have just been open about the family heritage instead of treating it like it was something horrible and shameful, then you wouldn't feel like your entire life was ruined."

Amelia couldn't think of anything to say to this, so she changed the subject. "But will you still set up the meeting anyway?" She asked. "I feel like I'm entitled to meet the woman who's replacing me."

"No, you're not entitled to anything!" Selina said grumpily. "Just leave them alone! I mean, it's not like you don't have ways to occupy yourself, what with you and Mikael constantly terrorizing innocent people and all."

"There's nothing innocent about the people that Mikael and I hunt," Amelia said. "They've committed terrible crimes agaist our kind and I find it very admirable that Mikael does what he can to bring them to justice."

"And I'm sure you're more than enthusiastic about helping him!" Selina said. "Maybe you should have him tell you the story about how after he found out that Nicky wasn't his, he slaughtered Nicky's real father's whole family! And they were all werewolves! Yep, that would be perfect for you. Werewolf extermination is right up your alley."

"Excuse me," Elijah said. "What exactly is all this arguing supposed to accomplish?"

"Nothing really," Selina said. "Arguing is what my mother and I do. Just like me and Roxie."

"Can I ask what you're arguing about?"

"Well," Selina said, "She's jealous because my father dumped her and has now moved on to dating Enid, even though she really has no reason to be jealous because she's dating your father. Oh, and she wants us to set up a dinner for her and Mikael and Daddy and Enid so they can get to know each other. She feels it's only fair. I don't think we should though. I don't think their relationships are any of our business."

"Well, once you set up your father with Enid, it kind of became your business," Elijah said. "And if we arrange a meeting for the two couples and come, we can make sure things don't get too out of hand, whereas if we leave Amelia to her own devices, who knows what could happen." He looked at Amelia. "Am I correct?"

Amelia nodded. "Pretty much."

Elijah nodded. "All right then. I'll make reservations for a week from now for the six of us. Is that permissible?"

Amelia nodded. "Yes. And thank you so much." She looked at Selina. "Darling, are you sure you don't need me for anything?"

"No, thanks," Selina said again. "I promise you I'm fine."

"Well all right," Amelia said. "I'll be on my way now, then, and tell Mikael about our dinner next week."

"Goodbye, Mama," Selina called after her. Once she was gone, Selina gave Elijah a punch on the shoulder. "What did you have to go and agree to have us there for?" She asked. "I don't think I can handle being in the same room as the four of them! It's gonna be bad for my condition!"

"I agree that it's not going to be the most pleasant evening we've ever spent, but what else was I supposed to say?" Elijah asked.

"Well, 'no' isn't strong enough, so how about 'no, it will be a cold day in hell before I sit and break bread in the same room as you'?" Selina asked.

"You know, it wouldn't hurt you to be a little nicer to your mother," Elijah pointed out. "You don't find it pleasant when Roxanne talks to you the way you talk to your mother."

"The difference between my mother and me and me and Roxanne is that I don't go out of my way to be a pain in the butt like my mother does, therefore, it is entirely unreasonable for Roxanne to talk like that to me, whereas where my mother is concerned, I have an excuse," Selina told him.

Elijah shook his head. "There is no excuse. She is your mother and you owe her respect because of that. If not because you actually respect her, then for the sake of familial peace."

"Oh," Selina nodded. "Like you and your father?"

"I do actually respect my father," Elijah said. "I don't have to share his beliefs to respect him. We agree to disagree about certain things, like you, for instance."

"What?" Selina's jaw dropped. "I gave him a grandson and he still hates me?"

"He found out how Elizabeth died," Elijah said. "I tried to explain the special circumstances, but given your past history, he didn't actually believe me."

"Well, did you happen to mention the reason I went nuts and killed Elizabeth?" Selina asked. "Did you tell him about Kevin?"

Elijah's gaze dropped. "No. I will sometime, but not now."

"Why not?" Selina asked. "Would it get you in trouble?"

Elijah locked eyes with her. "Let's just say that he'd hate hearing that I was with Elizabeth and even more that I fathered a child with her and then left," he said. "He'd tell me that I should have stayed. And maybe I should have. But it's too late to do anything about that now, so let's just focus on us. You have to promise me that you won't say a word to him about Elizabeth and Kevin."

Selina shook her head. "No, I won't. I swear."

He kissed her forehead. "I love you, you know that?"

Selina nodded. "I love you too."

"What's the matter?" Sam asked as he looked over Corrie's shoulder. She held their tour schedule in her shaking hand.

"You should know by now," Corrie said. "We only have one more stop on this tour and that's Greece."

"What is so bad about Greece?" Sam asked. "You never told me."

Corrie stared at him forlornly for a moment and then sighed. "Just a minute," she said. She left him and came back a few minutes later, clutching a book bound in brown leather. "Read this," she said. "You'll learn about me that way." She sat down and stared at him.

"You want me to read it now?" Sam asked.

"Well, you wanted to know about me," Corrie told him. "That book has all your answers."

Frowning, Sam took off his sunglasses and opened the book. He stared at the table of contents for a moment and then looked back at Corrie. "I don't see you listed here," he said. "Where do I look?"

"Try looking under 'The Rape of Persephone'" Corrie told him. "They always phrase things way more dramatically than they need to be. 'Abduction of Persephone' would have sufficed."

Sam read it over quietly and whistled through his teeth. "You had to marry your uncle?" He asked. "That's sick, isn't it?"

Corrie sighed. "Well, my mother wasn't too pleased. That's for sure."

"Just think," Sam said. "If your uncle hadn't abducted you, it'd be warm all the time. Shorts and t-shirts all year long."

"Don't make light of this, Sam. Please. It's very serious," Corrie told him. "It shouldn't surprise you to learn that my uncle doesn't like me to pay attention to other men. When I do, he gets...cranky."

"And why didn't you tell me about this?" Sam asked, feeling frightened. "Is he gonna kill me or something?"

"No," Corrie shook her head. "He wouldn't kill you. He'd probably turn you into something disgusting, though."

"Well, then why couldn't you have just stayed with him?!" Sam cried. "I don't want to be turned into something disgusting!"

"If you'd met him, you wouldn't say that," Corrie said. "If you'd met my uncle, I would like to think you'd do everything in your power to take me away from him."

Sam scoffed. "Well don't we think a lot of ourselves?" He asked. "What makes you think I'd be willing to make that sort of commitment? I'm a good-looking guy, and a musician. There are tons of women out there who want a piece of me and I intend to give it to them."

Corrie frowned. "Well, all right then," she said. "I suddenly feel inclined to give you exactly what you want." She walked to the front of the bus and whispered in the driver's ear. "Go faster, would you? We have a schedule to keep."

The bus driver sped up, but all too suddenly, a large black car pulled out in front of them and the bus crashed into it. The driver was killed instantly. Corrie banged her head against the steering wheel and the band was thrown around, getting bumps and bruises, but they were otherwise unhurt.

Soon, the driver of the large black car stepped out and approached the bus. He touched it and the doors opened, allowing him entrance. He was dressed all in black, with dark glasses and midlength gray hair. He looked down at the bus driver, grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head up. "Well, what do you know?" He asked dryly. "Dead."

Corrie moaned. He turned his attention to her. "There you are," he said. "I've been looking for you. You didn't think you'd be able to hide away forever, did you?" He put a hand on her forehead and she was healed. "Be grateful," he said. "I don't do that for everyone."

"Don't you mean anyone?" She spat. "Why are you here, Uncle?"

"If anyone needs to answer that question, it's you," he said. "Why are you here?"

"I was just looking around," Corrie said, trying to sound nonchalant. "You of all people should understand the need to take a vacation from the underworld."

Hades nodded. "I see. And what exactly are you doing with your...vacation? What is this place?"

"It's called a bus," Corrie said. "It's what me and my band travel in. Oh, and a band is a group of singers. Really good singers."

"And what are you doing with this band? Have you lavished your affections on one of them?" Hades asked.

"No," Corrie shook her head. "Of course not."

"You're lying to me, aren't you?" Hades asked. "All right, where is he? What's his name?" He pushed his way to the back of the bus, where the band was still struggling to right themselves. "All right," Hades said. "Which one of you has laid with my wife?"

Sam sat up. "That depends. Who's your wife?"

"Me," Corrie said quietly. "Everyone, this is my uncle. Uncle, this everyone."

Corrie was not the only one bonding with her uncle. "Are you going to be all right with this?" Jake asked. "We're going to see some actual victims today."

"Yeah," Lucy nodded. "I'll be all right. Why wouldn't I be all right?"

Jake shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because you haven't been around werewolves as much, so you haven't adapted to seeing the devastation they can cause."

"I'll be fine," Lucy said. "I swear. Can we just go already?"

Jake sighed and he and Lucy drove into the city again, heading straight to the hospital, where a doctor met them at the door. "Come in quick," he said. "We had two victims last night."

"That's fewer than usual, but still two more than we want," Jake said.

"Who is she?" The doctor asked.

"She's my niece," Jake said. "It's okay that she's here with us."

The doctor gave Lucy a long glance before finally deciding that she was all right. "Come along," he said. He led Lucy and Jake to a small ward that was far away from the others. In two beds, two men moaned piteously.

Jake opened the curtain around the first bed and Lucy moaned. The man was covered in blood and only had one leg and one arm. "He's lucky," Jake said quietly.

"Lucky!" Lucy exclaimed, trying her best to keep her voice down. "He's only got half his limbs! How can you consider that lucky!"

"Because practically everyone attacked by werewolves don't survive the experience!" Jake said curtly. "He's alive, so he's lucky."

"Oh," Lucy said quietly. "Right."

"Can he speak?" Jake asked the doctor.

The doctor shook his head. "No. We've had him sedated since they brought him in. He'll recover in a month or so if he's lucky."

"What about the other man?" Lucy asked. "How bad does he look?"

"He's dead," the doctor said. "Now all that's left to do is bury him."

"So what are we supposed to do?" Lucy asked after leading Jake to a corner.

"I've offered to kill the beast for them," Jake said. "These people are desperate. I think this would be a good learning experience for you."

"You want me to help you kill a werewolf?" Lucy asked. "But why? You said yourself I have next to no experience with them. What if I screw up?"

"You won't," Jake said. "I'll look out for you. Please, Lucy. I can't do this alone."

"Fine," Lucy said. "But I'll tell you right now that if I get hurt, you'll have some very angry people at home to answer to."

"This is going to go down as one of the most awkward, not fun nights of my entire existence," Selina said as she and Elijah drove to pick up Enid and Matthew. "And that's really saying something."

"It's not ideal," Elijah agreed. "But if you keep quiet and only speak when spoken to, we should be able to get through things relatively painlessly."

"Ordinarily I would yell at you for saying something like that, but on a night like tonight, that's actually pretty sensible advice," Selina told him. "I'll just shut up and let you handle all the problems 'cause you're good at that."

Elijah grinned. "Well, thank you."

Matthew and Enid were standing outside the club when they got there. "You stay in here," Elijah told Selina. "I'll go and talk to them."

Selina watched out the window as Elijah approached Enid and Matthew and led them to the car."

"You can sit next to Selina," Elijah told Enid. "And Matthew can sit next to me in the passenger's seat."

As they pulled out of the club parking lot, Selina said, "looking forward to tonight, Enid?"

"Yes," Enid nodded. "Even though it's going to be awkward, this is one of the first nights I've had out in awhile, so I'll try to make the best of it."

Selina nodded. "I agree. It must be a lot of work running the club all by yourself. Is it?"

"Oh, yes," Enid nodded. "It is."

"Are you all right?" Selina asked. "You seem a little jumpy."

"Oh no," Enid said. "I'm fine. I swear."

"All right," Selina said. "We'll just leave it at that then."

"So will we be picking up Amelia and your father?" Matthew asked Elijah. Elijah shook his head. "My father said he and Amelia will meet us there."

"Ah," Matthew nodded. "Wonderful." After that, the car lapsed into awkward silence, the only sound being Selina shifting position.

When they reached the restaurant, it took awhile for them to find Mikael and Amelia.

"You hid yourselves well," Matthew said, locking eyes with Selina's mother.

"Well, can you blame us for wanting to have as much time alone as we possibly could before we were subjected to this?" Amelia said to him.

"Now may I remind you Amelia that this little gathering was your idea?" Elijah asked, putting a hand in Selina's and squeezing a bit to stop her from talking.

Amelia sighed. "Yes, I suppose it was." She met Enid's eyes and gave her a look. "So you must be Enid," she said.

Enid nodded. "And you must be Amelia. Matthew's told me so much about you and your family and how you lived in fear of your werewolf heritage."

"My brother was killed while transformed," Amelia said, her eyes narrowed. "And I was almost turned myself. I can't blame my father for looking upon lycanthropy unfavorably. Did you expect a different reaction? Are you of the opinion that I should be jumping for joy?"

Enid shook her head. "Well, no, but denying it is just foolish. It's not like that will make it go away."

"Well, we lived in an area where we were the only ones of our kind," Amelia told her. "It would have been unwise to flaunt what we were."

"See?" Enid said. "That's your problem, living among humans. You would have been much more comfortable among other werewolves. That's what I made the bar for."

"What on earth possessed you to create werewolves?" Amelia asked. "How could you do that to people? Don't you realize how painful it is?"

Enid nodded. "I do. And I regret it sometimes. That I cursed a whole bunch of people just because I couldn't deal with my heartache. But it's no good to dwell on the past. We have to move forward."

Amelia frowned. "You mean you damned my family for so petty a reason as a man broke up with you? How stupid is that?" She got up and reached across the table for Enid. "I oughta kill you!"

"I think not," Enid said. She waved her hand and Amelia went flying into a nearby wall. A few seconds later, she sat up, dazed, and then scrambled to her feet, rushing Enid again. Selina watched with interest, but did her best not to join in.

"Are we gonna stop them?" Selina asked Elijah.

"Yes," Elijah nodded. He looked at Matthew and Amelia. "Would the two of you take care of this?" He asked.

"I don't think so," Mikael said. "Amelia has every right to avenge herself for the wrong Enid did against her family."

Elijah rolled his eyes as a table flew across the room, silverware and crystal smashed against the wall.

"Oh, my god," Selina said. "Oh, my god." She shifted. "I think-I think-"

"What?" Elijah asked, standing up quickly.

"We have to go," Selina said. "My water just broke and thank god." She looked at Mikael. "After Mama and Enid have beat the crap out of each other, could you tell them we had to leave because I went into labor? Thanks."

Elijah led her out of the restaurant and they drove away, but as they hit the main highway, the engine gave a sputter and the car suddenly stopped moving. "What the hell happened?" Selina asked. "Why did the car stop?"

"I don't know," Elijah said.

"Well then why don't you get out and see?" Selina asked. "And maybe, I don't know...Fix whatever the hell is wrong so I can get to the damn hospital?"

"Just stay calm," Elijah said. "I'll call Astrid and she'll come and fix things and deliver the baby and everything will be fine." He grabbed his phone and dialed. It rang forever before finally going to the answering machine. "Astrid, it's Elijah," Elijah said. "Selina went into labor early and our car broke down, so if you could come as soon as you get this message, I'd appreciate it." He hung up the phone and Selina let out a shriek. "You are no use, are you?" She yelled. "How is it that you've lived for a thousand years but you can't even fix a fucking car?"

"Now, now," Elijah said. "I know you're going through a lot, but that's no reason to use language like that!"

With a yell, she grabbed an umbrella off the seat beside her and chucked it at his head. It nearly hit him. "Don't just stand there!" She screamed. "Do something!" She paused. "Wow, this kid's coming quick."

"Okay, okay," Elijah said. He took off his coat and helped Selina out of her underwear, wincing when he noticed the stains on the seat of his car. Selina saw the looks and grabbed him by the collar. "If you say one thing about this wrecking your precious car, I'm going to rip off your head!"

"I wasn't planning on saying anything like that," he said.

Her expression relaxed. "Good." She let out a yell and Elijah's eyes widened. "It's coming," he said, positioning his hands and coat to catch the baby. With one more shriek from Selina, the baby slid out into Elijah's coat. "You did it," he said to her. You did it. Laura's here," he said. He looked down at the little baby."Hi," he said. "I'm your daddy."

Selina sat up. "Thank god," she said. "It will be years before I do that again. Is that all right with you?"

Just then, they heard a knock on the window. Elijah looked out and saw Astrid staring back at them.

"Sorry we were busy," she said after Elijah handed Laura to Selina and opened the door. "That would have to be when this happens, though."

"I don't mind," Selina said. "It got us out of a really awkward dinner with our parents." She handed Laura to Astrid and Astrid looked down at her. "Hi, honey," she said. "What do you say we take you home and get you cleaned up?"

"Sounds good," Selina said. "Even though I know you weren't talking to me, that sounds good."