Helene ended the call and growled in frustration as she put her phone down and pulled into Selina and Elijah's driveway.

"What's going on?" Elijah asked when he answered the door. "Are you all right?"

She gave him a long look and then began sniffling as she put her arms around him. "My parents are missing!" She cried. "I have no idea where they are and every time I call, no one answers! Mom trained me to watch over the council if something happened to her, but I wasn't planning for her to be gone this soon!"

"Oh, darling," Elijah told her as he invited her inside and sat her down on the sofa. "I'm sure there's a good reason for what's happening. I know both your parents and it just doesn't make sense that they would go off and disappear without saying anything to you."

"Yeah," Helene sniffled, trying to keep a grip on her shaking teacup. "That probably means something really bad happened to them!"

"Now, you don't know that for sure," Elijah said, placing a hand on her arm, which was covered by a red crochet sweater. "There could be some perfectly innocent reason they're not answering you. For all you know, they could show up at the door right now and tell you what a big joke they were making!"

"No," Helene shook her head and tried to drink her tea, but her aim was so off-kilter that it missed her mouth completely and dribbled onto her sweater instead.

"Oops," she said apologetically. "Sorry."

"No, it's all right," Elijah told her. "I'll get you a towel to wipe that up with. It'll be all right."

But by the time he'd returned with the towel, Helene had already cleaned herself up with magic. "Do you really think my parents and Klaus and Amy are all right, wherever they are?" She wanted to know. "If I just knew their location, that would be better than knowing nothing at all."

"And how do you go about finding that information?" Elijah asked. "There is a way to, isn't there?"

"Yeah," Helene nodded. "I don't know how, though. If Mom and Dad were here, I would ask them, but then I wouldn't need to do it in the first place, so…" She put her teacup down and Elijah took the handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. "This is going to be all right," he told her. "We'll figure it all out together. I've got a brother to find, after all."

"Yeah, you do," Helene nodded. Then she cracked a small smile. "Unless you'd like to look at this as well-deserved time away from him."

"Yes, I suppose I could," Elijah nodded. "But it's not only him that's missing, is it? It's your parents, my brother, and Amy."

"Yeah," Helene nodded. "Exactly."

"Well, I can't, in good conscience, let Amy be stuck where she is," Elijah said. "So we'll just save everyone at once. When we find a way to, that is."

"And I don't think there can be any more time to waste," Helene proclaimed as she stood up, suddenly feeling much more determined than she had when she'd first arrived at Selina and Elijah's house. "I'll ask around at work tomorrow. Mom had to have told someone there something, even if she didn't tell me."

"There you go!" Elijah smiled encouragingly. "That's the spirit!"

The next day, Helene was going through all her notes and phone calls, trying to figure out if there was something her mother had told her, but that she'd missed. Finally, she had to resign herself to the fact that her parents were, for the moment, gone, and she knew nothing about where. She was hitting her head repeatedly against her desk to combat the frustration she was feeling when all of a sudden, she heard a voice cry out, "Hey, hey, hey!"

She looked up and saw James' son Henry looking at her with concern. "I won't ask if you're okay," he said. "Your parents being gone has to be hard for you."

"Yeah," Helene nodded and put a hand on her head. "It kind of is. I guess hurting myself isn't the best way to deal with it, huh?"

"Well, whatever," Henry shrugged. "Are you busy? Can I sit?"

"Oh, go ahead," Helene said and indicated the chair in the corner of the room, which he dragged over and sat down on.

"I have something you should know," he said. "It's about where your mother is."

Helene threw herself forward. "You know where she is?" She grabbed Henry's collar. "Tell me!"

"You aren't gonna like it," Henry told her. "Are you sure you want me to tell you?"

"Yes!" Helene nodded. "Not knowing where my parents are is driving me crazy with worry."

"All right," Henry said, tousling his dark hair, clearing his throat, and sitting back in his chair. "Dad was teaching that Steve guy some of the ropes like usual, and the conversation turned to where your mother had gone. And Steve said that he knew where she was and that he was responsible."

"Where did she go?" Helene asked.

"He sent her back in time along with your dad, Grandpa, and Grandma," Henry replied. "I don't know exactly when, cause Steve refuses to hand over the picture, but at least you have a general idea of where they are, so you don't have to spend all your time wondering."

"That's true," Helene nodded. "And Dad will get them out. He protects himself from this sort of thing all the time. I used to think it was silly, but now I'm glad. Thank you so much for telling me."

"You're welcome," Henry replied and zapped her up a coffee. "I just didn't want you to worry anymore."

"And now I'm not," Helene told him. "Thanks to you. And thanks for the coffee. I needed it."

"You're welcome, Grandma," Henry told her. "If you need anything else, just let me know."

Helene peered out the door and saw Malachai coming toward her office. "I think I'll be fine," she told him with a smile. "But thanks anyway."

After Astrid slapping him in the carriage, Alistair decided that the first person he should try and bring back to themselves was Klaus. He tried to think about the places Klaus could be. He finally found him by chance at a bar one night, surrounded by scantily clad and heavily made up women, fighting for a spot on his lap and giggling as he ordered them a round of drinks.

"I could make you all famous," he said, his voice slurring a little. "Spend a little time posing for me and I'll make it well worth your time."

"Are you sure, darling?" One of them, a brunette with too much rouge on said. "You're not the first man to tell me that."

"Oh, yes," Klaus nodded and locked eyes with her as he ran a hand up her thigh. "I can show you when we're done here. Can I get you another drink?"

"Sure," She nodded. "I already spent everything I got from last night's tussle anyway."

"For the love of god," Alistair whispered. "What a mess he's making of himself." It took everything he had not to go over to Klaus and break up the party. Instead, he just stayed and watched as Klaus made his way out of the bar, the girls following him.

Once he was gone, Alistair got a quick drink and headed out, running into Klaus, who was just standing outside the bar door. "Sorry," he apologized. "Didn't see you standing there."

"Oh, but I certainly saw you," Klaus remarked. "Is there something about me that you find interesting? You were watching me and you didn't even blink."

"Yes, I'm sorry about that," Alistair apologized. "You just…you remind me of someone. An old friend of mine."

"Well, how nice," Klaus remarked. "I suppose if you wanted, you could come to my house with me. I've convinced the girls to stay the night and I can't possibly handle all of them by myself."

"Why me?" Alistair asked. "You barely know me."

"I have my reasons," Klaus replied, showing his teeth. "Do you have anywhere else to stay?"

"Nowhere good," Alistair replied darkly. The boardinghouse he'd taken residence in lacked plumbing and his landlady didn't even believe in gas lighting because she'd lost a husband to asphyxiation, so just being around gas made her skittish. Even though it was a roof over his head, that was almost too much for Alistair. He didn't realize how much he'd missed modern conveniences like electricity until he didn't have them anymore.

"Well, would you like to stay with me, then?" Klaus asked. "I had another carriage send the girls ahead. They're waiting for me at home."

Alistair just stared at him. Surely Klaus wasn't remembering him already. That wasn't how things like this worked. But just to be sure, as they made their way to Klaus' carriage and his waiting driver while trying to see through the fog, Alistair asked, "You wouldn't happen to know who I am, do you?"

"No," Klaus shook his head. "Not unless you've introduced yourself, which you haven't. And if you don't even know who you are, I certainly won't be able to help you."

"Right," Alistair nodded and stuck out his hand. "Alistair Fale, at your service."

"Klaus Mikaelson," Klaus replied, shaking his hand as they reached the cab and he gestured for Alistair to precede him.

"Thank you," Alistair told him quickly. He climbed in and Klaus followed him after. They rode along the bumpy, unpaved roads for a bit, and Alistair felt so uncomfortable that he wished passionately for his car back in the present.

He was extremely relieved when they pulled in front of a house that Alistair recognized as one he and Klaus had spent a lot of time in before.

They got out and were met by the horde of girls Klaus had promised, and one of them took a liking to Alistair immediately. She was blonde and had big blue eyes, as well as an ample bosom that was very visible.

"Aren't you just adorable!" She cried, crushing him against herself. Then she looked at Klaus. "You wouldn't mind if I took this one, would you, dear?" She asked him.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to him a bit first," Klaus told her. "You go wait with the other girls and I'll be with you in a minute."

The woman pouted, but released Alistair, who was struggling to breathe.

"Thank you," he got out to Klaus between coughs. "I'm sure she's a lovely woman, but…not really my type."

"I remember you from the carriage a few days ago," Klaus told him. "How you tried to embrace the woman sitting next to you. She didn't take too kindly to it, though."

"Well, she wouldn't," Alistair replied. "She…she reminds me of someone too. It's hard to explain. I won't bore you with the details."

"I have just the thing to cheer you up," Klaus replied. He took him into the library and asked a smartly dressed man to get them a drink. He brought some wine and poured it in two glasses.

"Don't you think you've had enough tonight?" Alistair asked.

"Oh, it's not that much!" Klaus told him. "Come on!"

"All right," Alistair sighed. "I might have just a little one."

But soon, Alistair had consumed enough that things in the room were beginning to spin. He got up and felt himself start to fall, but Klaus grabbed him before he hit the floor. Then, he stared up into Klaus' blue eyes for a few seconds before Klaus ripped his shirt open to expose his neck and sank his fangs in. Alistair struggled for a few seconds and then was able to clamp his hand around Klaus' arm. He began to scream and cry out, dropping Alistair to the floor and swearing loudly.

"Just what the hell are you?" He asked.

"I'm a warlock," Alistair replied, struggling to sit up. "And now that you've had your fill, don't you think it would be good not to keep those girls waiting any longer?"

Klaus glared at him then as Alistair stared fearlessly back, wiped his mouth off, and then strode out of the library, ordering the same well-dressed manservant to get his friend a bed for the night.