Savannah struggled against Jonathan as he zapped them to the hospital, but then realized that was exactly where they needed to be.

"Hello," said the receptionist as they approached. "How can I help you?"

"I need to have my daughter examined," Jonathan told her. "She seems to be under some delusion that she's my wife."

"Well, that's strange," woman replied, pushing forms toward them. "Fill these out and we'll have you looked at."

Savannah took the forms and began filling them out, but for Jonathan rather than herself.

"This visit is for you, dear," Jonathan told her as he looked over her shoulder. "Why are you writing them for me?"

"Because you are the one who's sick, that's why," Savannah replied. "I think it has to do with Mom and Dad's time travel, but we'll get you looked at just to be sure." She finished the forms and then took him to sit down.

"I really can't wait to see what sort of diagnosis they give you," Jonathan replied. "Hopefully, it's something that can be cured fairly easily. Not like when my mother went insane and my father had to institutionalize her to keep her from being a danger to herself and others."

"It's nothing that bad," Savannah assured him. "They'll just need to put you on some sort of potion regimen for a while and then you'll be better. Now can we just…not talk, please?"

"All right," Jonathan nodded and patted her hand. "It'll give me time to think about what to say to the doctor when he asks me to explain your outlandish behavior."

Savannah rolled her eyes at this and fidgeted in her seat until she and Jonathan were called.

"All righty," the nurse surveyed the clipboard. "What's going on here?" She looked up, her eyes sweeping over Jonathan's body. "You look in perfect health to me."

"What you see written on that clipboard is inaccurate," Jonathan explained to her. "I'm fine. My daughter is just having problems with her memory."

"Oh?" The nurse turned to Savannah. "What kind of memory problems are you having?"

"See, that's what's hard to explain," Savannah told her. "You see this man? He is my husband, not my father. My parents have gone back in time and I believe they have succeeded in changing history somehow, which is why his memory is messed up. Is there some sort of potion he can take that will make things go back to normal?"

"If his memory problems are the result of time travel shenanigans, I don't know if there's anything we can get that will permanently fix it until your parents have come back to where they're supposed to be," the nurse told her. "But I suppose we can try some different memory potions and see if any of them do anything."

"All right," Savannah nodded. "What do we have to lose at this point?"

So when the doctor showed up to examine him, Jonathan let him do it, but then pointed out that he thought it was Savannah that was having the trouble.

"Who do you think I am?" Savannah asked tiredly.

"You're my daughter," Jonathan replied. "You said my wife Amy is your mother, so that just makes sense, doesn't it?"

"No," Savannah replied and pulled out her wallet, taking out a small version of their wedding photo that she kept in it and showed it to him. "Look at this," she commanded. "Does that look like a man and his daughter to you?"

"How sweet!" Jonathan smiled. "I walked you down the aisle. Where's your husband? I don't see him anywhere."

"He's you!" Savannah repeated for the millionth time. "You are my husband! You are not my father. I'll show you the other wedding pictures when we get home and then maybe that will prove to you that I'm right."

"Maybe," Jonathan sighed and still looked at her like he was worried about her sanity.

"Please take the potion," Savannah said when they left with the prescription in hand. "If there's really nothing wrong with you like you say, it won't hurt you, and if you are having a problem, it will fix it."

"All right," Jonathan sighed. "Since you clearly are not going to let this go until I do as you ask, I will humor you and take this ridiculous medicine. However, if it doesn't work with one dose, I'm not taking any more."

"Okay," Savannah agreed comfortably because she knew full well what would happen once he took the potion. "I'm all right with that."

"Good," Jonathan smiled. "It's nice that we've finally reached some kind of accord after all this nonsense."

When they got the potion home, Savannah measured out the right dose and handed a cupful to him. "Okay," she said. "It's the moment of truth. We'll see what happens."

"All right," Jonathan nodded. He tilted his head back and let the liquid slide down his throat. It felt like it burned and he quickly sat up straight, coughing and sputtering.

"Would you like me to get you some water?" Savannah asked. "That didn't look like it tasted pleasant."

"Thank you, Savannah dear," Jonathan told her. He took her arm as she prepared to leave, looking deeply in her eyes. "You're a good wife."

"You know I'm your wife?" Savannah smiled. "That's wonderful! Granted, you'll have to take a dose of this medicine every four hours to keep yourself remembering that, but it's better than nothing, right?"

"Yes," Jonathan nodded. "Definitely better than nothing."

"Will you tell me why you're so fidgety?" Klaus asked Alistair.

"No, I won't," Alistair told him. "It will get bad ideas into your head. Many bad things have happened as a result of Amy and Jonathan's marriage, I'm guessing, but it's too risky to try and fix it now. We'll just have to wait it out and see what happens."

"What sort of bad things?" Klaus asked. "Are you predicting that I might go on some sort of deadly spree as a result of it all?"

"No, you won't," Alistair told him firmly. "You have plenty of things to do with yourself that don't involve Amy. Work on those. Like that werewolf plan of yours. You're still working on that, right?"

"Of course," Klaus nodded. "But now I have a decision to make: which woman do I go after to help me achieve my goals? Katerina Petrova has given me trouble for years and I know she and Elijah have some sort of association, even though he tries to pretend they don't. Why don't I just go after the other girl? My brother Alexander was married to her, but then he left her because he was afraid of what she would do if she found out what he was. Plus I threatened to do away with him if he didn't leave his wife available for me if I wanted her."

"Did you do that?" Alistair asked. "How clever. I agree. Go with the other woman. You might like her better for all you know."

"Is that so?" Klaus asked. "You seem awfully certain."

"I am," Alistair nodded. "Granted your association might not be the healthiest, but she's some way for you to occupy your time until we figure out what to do about Amy."

"All right," Klaus nodded. "Let's go."

They packed bags and as they headed toward the door, that was when Elijah came upon them. "Where are you two off to?" He asked.

"Klaus and I are working on his werewolf plan," Alistair explained. "We're going to see the woman who can help him with it."

Elijah brightened. "Since you say 'the woman', does that mean you're talking about someone other than Katerina? That you plan on leaving her alone from now on?"

"Yes, yes," Klaus rolled his eyes. "You can have your woman without any more interference from me. She's too much trouble to deal with, anyway."

"Well," Elijah smiled with satisfaction. "Since we have that all cleared up, may I come with you?"

"Of course!" Alistair replied, feeling like it would be interesting to see Elijah interact with whatever Selina was like at this point. "Go ahead and come with us. It's no bother."

"Yes, it is!" Klaus complained. "What if he develops feelings for the other girl too and tries to talk me out of sacrificing her? It could happen."

"Well, we'll just see when we meet her, won't we?" Alistair said. "Let's go."

It took a few hours of bumpy riding in the carriage, but soon they arrived in nineteenth-century Mystic Falls.

"It's a small town," Elijah remarked. "It shouldn't be too difficult to find her."

"In fact," Alistair smiled, "I know exactly where she is."

They found her in what passed in Mystic Falls as a soda shop, sitting at the counter and drinking a Coke. Her eyes found them and followed them as they walked toward the fountain to join her and then she finally said something.

"Hello!" She said, standing up and straightening out the creases in her red and black dress. "You're new to town. Nice to see new blood. I'm Susanna." That was the name Selina was using at the time, just for a little change.

"Alistair," Alistair told her, bowing slightly. "And these are my friends, Elijah and Klaus Mikaelson."

Elijah had to admit to himself that she had beautiful large blue eyes, but as he tried to avert his gaze so she wouldn't think him rude for staring, he saw the button pinned on her dress. "Are you a suffragette?" He asked her.

"Yes," She nodded, looking him square in the eye. "I know we've just met, but you seem like exactly the sort of person who would have a problem with that. Do you?"

"He might, but I don't," Klaus interrupted, offering her his arm. "Would you like to take a walk with me?"

She smiled and tucked her arm into his. "I would love to," she said. "I haven't been with a man in…it'll be twenty years this year. Not that I haven't had ways to spend my time. My son asked me to help him raise his family, after all and the youngest just turned three. It's a fulfilling life, but I need a little more sometimes." She actually reached out and put a hand under Klaus' chin so that he was looking into her eyes. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," Klaus nodded. "I really do."

They headed out and Elijah remarked, "It's good that Niklaus has taken a shine to her, because I certainly wouldn't. Women like that…they're impossible. They have no respect for tradition or anything a man says!"

"Oh, I don't know," Alistair replied, letting his thoughts drift to Astrid for the first time in a few days. "If you treat them well, they're quite easy to get along with."

Elijah scoffed at this. "I don't know what sort of women you've been around Alistair, but I've never met any of them." He looked out the door and groaned as he saw Klaus and Selina kiss right out in the open for everyone to see. "I shouldn't be surprised," he said. "My brother has never had any sense of propriety. And her…I don't know why I expected more from her." He then turned to Alistair. "I might not be able to control my brother anymore, but I think it will be easy to teach that woman some manners." He strode toward them as Alistair called after him, "That might not be a good idea!"

But Elijah ignored him and pulled Selina out of his brother's grip, holding her shoulders tight. That move led him to get a good, hard slap from her.

"How dare you touch me!" She cried.

"Yes, Elijah," Klaus nodded and took a flying leap at his brother, knocking him to the ground. "What is in your head?" He then looked up at Selina. "Would you like to take care of him?" He asked.

"No," Selina replied with a wicked smile and stepped away. "I would never refuse a man who wanted to defend my honor."

Alistair watched the pummeling from the fountain door for a few more minutes and then went and got himself a drink.

"What's going on out there?" The soda jerk asked. "Do we need to break it up?"

"No," Alistair sighed. "That would just cause unnecessary damage. Let them get it out of their systems and then we can all move on."

"All right, whatever you say," The man replied and went to wipe down the counter as a loud sound rang through the air. Alistair finished his drink, plunked down his nickel, and went out to see if the fight was still going on and break it up if necessary.

But much to his relief, it had stopped with Klaus and Selina sitting together on a bench and Elijah approaching the soda fountain door. "If he sacrifices her, it won't be too soon," he told Alistair.

"Is that really how you feel?" Alistair asked. He really couldn't help himself. "I don't think that's fair. Just because you feel like someone is an irritating pest doesn't mean they deserve to die."

Elijah sighed. "I suppose not, but…there are only two ways for my brother to get what he wants, aren't there? Either Katerina dies or she dies, and I think I know which one I would choose."

"What if I told you that woman there was one of Katherine's victims?" Alistair said to him. "That she is a vampire, and the reason why that is is because Katherine made her that way (or, more accurately, had her made that way) to save her own life? Would you be so eager to see her die then? Or would you want to try and save her?"

"How do you know this?" Elijah asked, pausing and fiddling with his tie.

"It's hard to explain, but I do," Alistair told him.

Elijah sighed. "Oh, all right," he said. "I'll do what I can to try and stop her from dying."

"Good man," Alistair smiled and clapped him on the back. "I think you'll be very glad you did that some day." He then watched as Klaus and Selina kissed again, Klaus' anger about Amy apparently forgotten. "Even if you don't see it now," he told Elijah, "you will. I promise."