"There is nothing to do in this stupid town."

Rigby was pouting and sitting across from Bea at the Mystic Café, which they'd had to admit did serve pretty good coffee and now frequented often.

Bea was struggling not to laugh at Rigby's laments, but realistically she felt a little bit guilty for dragging her best friend around. They hadn't been separated for nearly five decades, but maybe that was what Rigby wanted now. Bea ducked her head down, not brave enough admittedly to meet her gaze.

"I know you've always liked larger cities. Rigby… if that's what you want I completely understand. You've always done so much for me. You don't have to –"

Rigby reached out and tugged on Bea's hand, forcing her to look up. Rigby was rolling her eyes from across the table and snorted in amusement before speaking in a slow voice, as if stating something obvious.

"Don't be an idiot."

"But – "

"Hey, I'm serious. You're my best friend. Someone did something awful to you. Ergo, we kick their asses. It's pretty simple. And if you want to get into specifics, you've done way more than me. Eternal life, eternal youth – well, I maintain that thirty is still young and hot, and no more visions driving me insane was a pretty sweet Christmas gift."

Bea laughed lightly and would deny until her dying day that she didn't tear up a bit. With Kol within her grasp and her best friend getting all sappy, who the hell wouldn't get all gross and emotional. Bea tried to play it off, but of course Rigby caught on, thankfully not mentioning it but softening her expression a little.

Before things could get too heavily, Bea said in a cheery voice, "We still need to finish refurbishing our apartment. It's been two weeks and in two days I'll have to be dealing with hormonal teenagers five days out of the week. We should get some preliminary retail therapy in."

Rigby nodded and had a thoughtful expression on her face when she responded, "I agree. Might as well make this place a little homey. But do you remember when the doppelganger said that she and her friends are almost always at the Mystic Grill – and Jesus Fuck who names this shit – with the gang? You're going to be seeing them during the day. Why shouldn't I keep an eye on them at night?"

Bea hummed in agreement and said, "Not a bartender. That's too obvious Bartenders come and go. You loved that job managing parties at that country club years ago, why not compel yourself the manager position here?"

Rigby smiled in response and sounded a bit more enthusiastic when she said, "Yeah, that sounds good. And sorry to say it, but you're going to have to be my little sister. You're younger looking than I am, but much less hot obviously. While I now resent the responsibility of being the first child, I honestly can't wait to have authority over you."

Bea snorted at the jibe but got back to their discussion.

"You okay with us using your original last name and being the Morris sisters? I was thinking you could still go by Rigby – after all, none of the Originals have ever heard of you. They didn't exactly have to keep tabs on me when that fucking hybrid snapped my neck and threw me off a fucking bridge and – ."

She was cut off by the sound of her own snarling, but Rigby's exasperated mutter of "On with it" immediately snapped her out of her daze.

"So Rigby Morris for you. I was thinking Trixie Morris for me. It's close eno – "

Rigby immediately cut Bea off with a burst of surprised laughter. She seemed to try to calm herself down multiple times but couldn't settle down until two minutes later when she gasped, "Oh my god, we've found your pornstar name! Trixie? This is perfect!"

To her own horror, Bea was blushing horribly. Surprisingly, sex wasn't exactly her forte. It was – well. Rigby was the one who was good with computer and kept up with social issues. Obviously Rigby had noticed when Bea hadn't gotten laid in decades, but it wasn't until a few years ago that the term emerged. Demisexual. Basically Rigby suspected sexual attraction wouldn't emerge until she was attracted to someone's personality.

Which, uh – no.

But briefly she zoned out and thought back to the multiple memories that proved she was very capable of sexual attraction. Thank god Rigby hadn't gained her composure or she would have seen her expression as a dead giveaway for her thoughts.

"Fine. Marie Morris it is. Dear god, I don't know how I won't go insane with all of the high schoolers every day. I should probably look at the lesson plans of the old teacher."

Rigby nodded and said in a surprisingly casual tone, "Did you compel him to leave, or is he dead?"

Bea snorted and responded, "Don't worry your pretty little head. Mr. Hamilton is currently pursuing his dreams, which turned out to be living with his lover in Italy."

Rigby smiled wistfully.

"Lucky bastard."

Elena needed to leave the room and come up with a plausible excuse and make sure nobody suspected anything was wrong. And then she needed to call the woman who was in her phone as "B.".

Elena couldn't remember what she looked like, and didn't know why she had to do these things. She only knew that any information about Klaus or the Originals she gained meant she had to make the call.

The first day of school was tomorrow, and she could honestly say she was dreading it. Prank had been – God, prank night had been a nightmare. But now Elena was home by herself and – Elena had to make a call.

The phone was picked up after just two rings and she could hear a second woman laughing in the background.

"You called, sweetheart?"

It was said in a clearly condescending tone, and the amusement that leaked through was incredibly patronizing, but Elena spoke anyway.

"Klaus came back to Mystic Falls last night along with his sister Rebekah, who he apparently undaggered recently. Stefan – "

"Salvatore, correct? Former ripper, your long lost love who had been on the run making baby hybrids with Niklaus?"

Elena let out a breath as a pang of sadness hit her, but she continued informing "B" of what had happened.

"Stefan returned with them, and was compelled to turn off his humanity. Tyler Lockwood was turned into a hybrid after my blood was ingested. The blood of a doppelganger is needed for hybrids to finish the transition. Elijah wasn't with them and is probably daggered. There was no mention of coffins yet."

The woman at the other end laughed joyfully and Elena heard her relay to the second voice all that she had been told. A minute or so passed before she spoke to Elena again.

"Now you remember what you must do, correct?"

Elena nodded along and quickly said, "Call each time I hear any information about the Originals. If anyone mentions coffins, find out as much about them as I can. Erase all evidence of this call. Forget after each time we've spoken that I ever called you in the first place."

"Perfect. See you tomorrow, doppelganger."

Elena opened her mouth to ask why she would be seeing "B" the next day but her mouth suddenly closed a second later.

What had she been doing a second ago?