Despite Alistair's valiant attempts to keep Klaus' affection for Amy at bay, it was clear that it wouldn't be abating any time soon and he finally just gave up trying and let the chips fall where they may. After all, he reasoned eventually, wasn't his goal to have the others get their memories back so he could get them to the present? And wasn't Klaus and Amy being together how things were, so any other outcome would mess up time and cause dire trouble for Savannah, Vivian, and Rosalie? Yes, he comforted himself. That was right.

And since he no longer had to tail Klaus as much, he set about working on Astrid. Although at times it seemed that he didn't have to do any work at all.

"Hello, Professor," she said, smiling at him as she came into his room after breakfast. "Do you mind if I dust in here, or would you like me to wait?"

"What did you call me?" He asked. It was the same nickname she had for him in the present and it made him wonder if her memories were coming back.

"Professor," she repeated. "Cause you seem like the bookish sort. Sorry if you don't like it. I won't do it again."

"No, no!" He said quickly. "I like it." He paused, deciding to press her further. "What sort of memories, if any, does the name 'Helene' conjure up for you?"

"None," Astrid shrugged. "But it's a very pretty name. I might name my daughter that someday if I have one." She gave him a lusty look. "Hopefully with you."

She then busied herself with dusting, leaving Alistair not quite sure if she was getting her memories back, or if it was just a really lucky coincidence that she was so attracted to him both in the past and the present.

Things heated up later when he came in from taking letters to the post office and doing other errands. He was covered in dust and dirt, something Astrid was quick to point out when she was helping him remove his jacket.

"Would you like me to run you a bath before dinner?" She asked. "It's no trouble. I would be more than happy to do it."

"Well, yes!" Alistair nodded. "Thank you. That would be wonderful."

Astrid smiled and led him to the bathroom where she turned on the water, helped Alistair undress (taking lots of time to appreciate his body) and then helped him into the water.

"It's a large tub," she said. "I could come in there and help you…if you want. She then got on her knees, her hands tightly gripping the edge of the white tub as she leaned toward him, their lips practically touching.

"We barely know each other," he whispered. "But I would never refuse a lady's help."

He then watched with a grin as she undressed and then joined him in the large tub, putting some soap on a wash cloth and slowly washed him off with it. As she washed down his arm, she took his hand, the one with his wedding ring on it.

"What we're doing is probably wrong," she said as she stared at it. "You have a wife somewhere, don't you?"

"I-I do," Alistair told her. "She's closer than you think."

"What is it that you mean by that?" She asked, her eyes wide as she scooted against the wall of the tub. "Is she going to come and catch us? Oh, please don't turn me in! I need this position! I have nowhere else to go and no idea of who I am!"

Alistair sighed. "I probably shouldn't tell you this," he said. "It would be best to wait until you remember for yourself, but since this isn't a time you were alive during, who knows how long that will take, so I'll just let it all out: You're my wife. Your name is Astrid Fale. We've been married for many happy years and we have a daughter named Helene."

"What?" Astrid asked. "What are you going on about, saying that I don't belong in this time?"

"You don't!" Alistair said. "You were born in 1903 and the man who drove the carriage said this was 1896. Certain variations of time travel spells make people lose their memories if they travel back to a time when they never lived. One of the more old-fashioned types, but it's true. I mean, I think in this case it was just general amnesia since Klaus and Amy can't remember either, but you and I…we can do whatever we want because like I said, I gave you this ring. You're my wife and no one will come after you or treat you badly because we're together."

Astrid gave him a long look and sighed. "This would be a horrible trick to play on someone and you don't seem the type to do that."

"No," Alistair shook his head. "I'm not. I promise."

Astrid kissed him then. "Thank you," she said and began scrubbing him with renewed vigor. "Granted I don't remember anything that could verify what you're saying, but you'll help me with that."

"Of course I will," Alistair replied. "I've got nothing more to do today."

After they were done with their bath, they headed to bed, dropping their towels and then climbing into Alistair's bed and throwing the blankets over themselves, running their hands over each other's bodies and kissing each other furiously as she played with his dark hair and her legs parted to receive him.

They soon got lost in each other, their cries and giggles loud enough to be heard throughout the house, even though they themselves heard nothing, not even the knock on the door when a smirking Klaus let himself in to tell them it was time for them to come down to dinner.

"Formal dress is optional," he said, smirking at them both as they scrambled to cover themselves up with the blankets. "You might want to hurry if you'd like to eat, though. Kol has a big appetite, and so do I."

When Alistair finally appeared at the table, Klaus remarked, "One of your buttons is askew."

Alistair looked down and gasped, running into the next room to quickly rebutton it, and then sitting back down to eat again, taking a good sized piece of the beef he was offered.

"I don't have to wonder why you have such a healthy appetite," Klaus said. "Based on all the athletics you've been engaged in recently."

Alistair swallowed. "Oh, be quiet!" He snapped, his cheeks flushing a little. "It's not like you've never been caught in a compromising position before!"

"Well, that's just it," Klaus grinned. "I don't think of it as being seen in a compromising position. I've got nothing to be ashamed of. And you shouldn't either, getting a woman as pretty as that in your bed."

"Yes," Alistair said after a few seconds. "I guess so." He paused. "As a change of subject, what did you do with yourself today?"

"Oh, this and that," Klaus smiled. "I'll be meeting Amy tomorrow. You don't need to come with me. Your presence would be distracting."

"All right," Alistair replied to Klaus' surprise. "You go and do. Just be gentle with Jonathan, all right? We can't have him die."

"Fine," Klaus replied. "I'll keep him alive if I have to."

"Good," Alistair told him. "Thank you. Have a good time tomorrow."

"Oh, I plan to," Klaus winked. "Don't worry."

"Hello, Amy," Klaus said as she met him at an art gallery. "Or should I call you Miss Burke? I should have probably asked you that sooner."

"No, Amy is fine," she assured him. "But thank you for making sure." They sat down in front of Botticelli's The Birth of Venus, and she folded her peach and white lace parasol, sticking it under the bench. "I almost didn't get here, you know. Jonathan has been in a bad temper ever since you first came to visit us after you saved me.

"He has?" Klaus asked. "I hope it's nothing I did."

"Well, yes," Amy told him. "The kissing and hugging between us was something he thought was much too familiar." She sighed. "You came at a lucky time. I've been growing apart from him for some time but haven't gotten up the courage to say it."

"Have you?" Klaus asked. "Why is that? He's a little dull, but…"

"I want more," Amy told him. "Do you understand that? I want to travel and see beautiful art like this and be able to tell stories to my friends of places they'll never see because they just don't think big enough. Is that strange?"

"No," Klaus told her. "It certainly isn't." He took her hand in his and Amy looked down at both of them. "Isn't it interesting how our rings match?" She asked. Along with her engagement ring from Jonathan, she still wore her wedding ring given to her by Klaus. "Isn't that strange?"

"Yes," Klaus nodded. "Very strange indeed."

"This is going to sound strange," Amy told him, "so don't you laugh at me, but…do you think that maybe you and I got married at some point and we just don't remember? That's the only way I can think that I would have a wedding ring just like yours."

"Oh, I've heard of such things," Klaus nodded. "But usually after a night of drunken debauchery. You're not the type to partake in drunken debauchery, are you?"

"No," Amy shook her head. "The most outrageous thing I've done as of late is not tell Jonathan that I came here to meet with you. I was afraid it would just upset him. That's why I can't stay long."

"Well, let's make the most of the time that we do have," Klaus told her. "I'd like to kiss you now."

"Out in the open?" Amy asked, her eyes wide. "Oh, I couldn't!"

"The other day you let me kiss you in front of your fiancé," Klaus pointed out.

"Yes, and that was very wrong," Amy said, crossing her arms and turning away from him. "Now, if you're going to start behaving like a gentleman, we can continue looking at these pictures. Otherwise, I'll be going home."

"I'm sorry," Klaus apologized. "I realize I was forward. Yes, let's continue looking at the paintings. I'll take whatever time I can spend with you and be grateful for it."

But it was Klaus and Amy's bad luck that one of Jonathan's friends saw them at the art gallery and eventually the news reached him so that by the time Amy returned home, he was in a fury.

"Why did you lie to me?" He demanded to know. "What were you doing wandering around an art gallery with another man?"

"I don't have to answer to you or any other man about what I do!" Amy cried. "Klaus is intelligent and interesting and while we looked at paintings, he told me all about Europe, and all the other places he's traveled to. It was a much more thrilling couple of hours than any we've ever spent!" She paused and ripped her ring off. "I won't be treated like this!" She cried. "Our engagement is off!" She stomped off to her room then, meeting with her sister Margot and having to maneuver carefully so they both had room to get down the staircase.

"I heard you yelling," Margot told Jonathan, putting a hand on his arm. "Is everything all right?"

"No," Jonathan shook his head. "Your sister and I are no longer betrothed." He sat down and she said, "Would you like me to help you forget about it? I know the perfect way."

He gave her a long look. "All right," he said, knowing that his decision was ill-advised but not caring. "Let's go."