Caroline stole a glance at Jeremy, staring out the window with a thoughtful expression. He had just returned from Denver, ready to help protect Elena from the originals.

The two gathered at the Gilberts', where everyone attempted to piece together their bloodline.

"Where's Bella?" Jeremy inquired as he turned to Caroline. "Is she at home? Can you smell her?"

Caroline responded, "Bella's scent is so potent; I can detect it even from the other side of town, but no. She's with Rosalie.'

"Has she mentioned me?" Jeremy asked with a tinge of nervousness in his voice.

Caroline turned to him and asked, "In what way?"

Jeremy blushed, "I meant, is she still mad at me?"

"Still mad?" Caroline questioned, clearly intrigued.

"Yeah, she was upset with me for not saying goodbye," Jeremy explained.

"Oh. She hasn't said much to me; maybe ask Elena," Caroline suggested.

"Elena?" Jeremy seemed surprised. "They've been hanging out?"

Caroline nodded. "But Elena hasn't mentioned Ric to her."

"Did you?" Jeremy inquired hesitantly.

"It's not really my place," Caroline replied cautiously.

"I think Bella should know; she's good at solving puzzles," Jeremy mused.

"You should invite her to the decade dance," Caroline suggested.

"Bella doesn't dance," Jeremy remarked.

"It's not just about dancing; it's an opportunity to catch up and solve the puzzle," Caroline explained.

"Is Bonnie going?" Jeremy asked, changing the subject.

"Yes, with a date," Caroline confirmed.

Alaric was puzzled by Esther's insistence on bringing Rosalie into the situation. With Bella already in the mix as a blood relative of the doppelganger, the danger was already high. Rosalie's involvement escalated the risk, and Alaric considered her a liability.

He firmly believed that the fewer people knew about the

situation, the better. While pondering the unfolding events, he placed his hopes in Esther's expertise despite his reservations.

That was Rosalie's weirdest dream: old witches and Mr. Saltzman.

She should talk to Bella about it; she grabbed her phone.

Bella.

Rosalie. I was just thinking about you.

Ditto.

Where are you?

At the hospital with my cousin.

Is something wrong?

Yeah, I'm crazy.

What do you mean?

I had the craziest dream about you.

What was it about? Never mind, I'm on the way.

Ric wasn't taking Bonnie's herb, and the good Doctor Fell was useless.

I started to leave when I caught the little Swan's scent.

'Bella Swan.' I said aloud.

'Oh, you know Bella Swan?'

I whirled around to face her. 'How do you know Bella Swan?'

'She was my patient when she broke her neck. She's also friends with my cousin. How do you know her?'

'I broke her neck.'

She glared at me. 'She almost died.'

I shrugged. 'That was my intention.' She turned away from me. 'She's also Elena's sister.'

'What?!' Meredith turned back to me. 'Does she know about you and Stefan?'

'Yeah, she knows.'

'Do you think she'd tell my cousin about this?'

'I doubt it, but kids do talk.'

'Does Alaric know about the girls being sisters?'

'Yes.'

'Does Bella know about Alaric other side?'

'No.'

'No one ever told her?!'

'What's with all the questions?'

'Don't you think that's the irresponsible?' Meredith snipped.

'Why would it be?' I challenged.

'He's in a position of power over her!'

'So?!'

'What's to stop him from exploiting that power?'

Shit.

When I arrived, Rosalie was waiting for me outside; I also noticed Damon's car...

What was he doing here?

Could Bonnie have had the same dream and alerted Stefan and Damon?

'Let's go to your house.' Rosalie insisted.

'Let's go to your house.' I replied. 'I don't want anyone popping up on us.'

'Right, and we don't have to worry about unwanted guests popping up.'

When we were far enough away, Rosalie asked, 'Wanna know why I'm crazy?'

'Sure.'

'I had a dream about an old witch, you and Mr. Saltzman.'

'An old witch named Esther?' I asked.

'And she's mother to that girl who called you yummy.' Rosalie offered.

'What do you think about the vampire part?' I questioned. 'Pretty crazy, right?'

Rosalie shifted uncomfortably and replied sheepishly, 'Not entirely.'

'I'm sorry?' I turned to her at the red light. 'What?'

'Not now.' She said in a quiet voice. 'At my house.'

We drove to Rosalie's house in silence, neither of us looking at each other.

We had the same dream; that's not a coincidence, and Rosalie seems to know about vampires.

'What do you know about vampires?' I asked cautiously.

'What do you know about vampires?' She challenged.

'I'll show you mine if you show me yours.'