She did a lot more than just murder you, Caroline. That's low down on five hundred years worth of no good, dirty deeds. But, there are now four of us from the same small town, and maybe that means something. [ But he's not sure. ] When she regains her memories, she has a lot coming. But, right now, she has nowhere to go except our house because she was given the key.

[ "Caroline? Is that you?"

Elizabeth Forbes, no older than she's ever looked strides into the foyer from the kitchen, in civilian clothing, one of her light colored button ups.

"Oh, Damon, I didn't know you'd be coming by. Hey honey," she adds to her daughter.

He however turns to Caroline. ] I can do memories, but you and I don't have too many, and they're definitely not pleasant. So, your mom. Liz.