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Previously on
The Vampire Diaries...

So I've been thinking about living here,

if there's a part of you
that might want that.

So, are you ready for us
to blow your mind?

Can't believe you guys found this.

This room is wild, what is this?

Looks like a geek goldmine.

Everything is perfectly preserved.

Except for that guy.

Our job is to bring the worst
of humanity and bring them here.

What's the worst thing
you've ever done in your life?

How many more bodies till you're full?

You should be proud of me,
killing bad people.

You flipped your switch, didn't you?

- Elena doesn't matter to me anymore.
- Why?

Because there is no hope.
I'm talking about Hell, brother.

I would brave the oceans,

and sail past the sirens
to find my way back to you.

He left me all these clues pointing
to an old story about the sirens?

Sirens use mind control
to lure their victims to their death.

Some say they're messengers of the devil.

That wasn't Enzo.
That wasn't Damon. They're not in control.

But all those clues,
he wanted us to find them.

Next time we'll get them back from
whatever it is that has a hold of them.

Well, I guess she finally
had enough to eat.

Started out in sales,
moved up the ladder.

Next thing you know,
I'm in charge of the whole darn operation.

The ironic thing is, I'm a pacifist.

I just happen to make
steel-press machinery.

Huh. So what are you doing
at a gun convention?

If you don't mind me asking.

Well, some of our machines can be used
to make parts for guns,

if the client so chooses.

- Oh. Like bullets?
- No.

- Nothing harmful.
- Hmm.

What about triggers?

Gun's not much good
without a working trigger.

And the little thingy
that holds the bullets.

The magazine, right.

And the business end,
where the bullets come out?

I'm merely an ancillary supplier,
following a corporate mandate.

Me, too.

My colleague and I are in the same boat.

Guess everyone answers to someone, huh?

Tell me about it. Ask my wife.

Is she your plus-one to this shindig?

Why bring sand to the beach? Huh?

I'm kidding, right?

Kidding!

Tell you what.

I'm gonna bring you to my buyer.

I think she's gonna find you irresistible.

Pretty song, isn't it?

There's been so much good music made
in the last 200 years.

My favorites are the love songs.

When I made this playlist three days ago,

I discovered something called
a jazz standard.

When somebody loves you...

You enjoy this, don't you?

I don't know.
You're the psychic, you tell me.

I wish Enzo shared your sense of fun.

Why does he keep trying to get rescued?

What are you talking about?

Come on, you think the same thing I do.

You suspect he's not a team player.

Well, he's used to working solo.
He'll come around.

I hope you're right.

Because I need him to be like you.

All in.

Total commitment

is what makes it fun.

When somebody loves you

It's no good unless he loves you...

Slowest murder ever.

I'm telling his mind to stay calm.

I read on the Internet

that chickens that are slaughtered
in factories don't taste as good

because their bodies release
all this adrenaline.

So we're worried about adrenaline now?

We're tasked with harvesting evil souls,

but that is no reason that this guy
has to taste like a chicken

that died in a urine-soaked panic.

Well, just so you know,

every other meal we brought you
was in full freak-out mode.

Huh.

Well, in that case, fear is delicious.

Never mind, Internet.

Boo.

Dear Elena...

Hope this isn't too messy,

because I'm doing the mom thing
of grabbing any spare moment to write,

even in my parked car.

It's my turn to be the bearer
of not entirely bad tidings,

because finally
there's some good news, too.

Bonnie heard from Enzo. Sort of.

He left something for her to find.

It wasn't exactly a love note,
but it looks like he's on our side.

And elsewhere, in actual romance,

the Salvatore house is about
to become my official residence.

I absolutely love it.

The water pressure needs some work,

but Stefan seems to be very focused
on home improvements.

Either that, or he just needs a way
to get out his frustration

about losing Damon's trail again.

On a brighter note,

there have been zero unwanted houseguests
since last week's craziness.

Lizzie and Josie are blissfully unaware
that they were ever in any danger.

I wish Ric and I could say the same.

He was just as freaked out as I was.

But he's distracting himself
by researching our new enemy.

Whatever real-life supernatural thing
is controlling our friends,

Ric will find a way to fight it.

- Hey.
- Hey!

Just checking in.

I hope I didn't wake the girls
this morning

when I took the boxes out of the garage.

Will you, just, please remind them
that I'm spending

the whole weekend with them?

Oh, they know that. And they're fine.

They're upstairs watching cartoons
after eating big bowls of sugar.

They have excellent lives.

You're right. Okay. You're right.

What, no comment
about eating sugary cereal?

Seline almost died protecting our kids,

so I'm okay with her
choosing their cereal.

Ric?

I gotta go. Bye.

- Sorry to bother you.
- Hey, Seline.

Permission slips.
It's a history field trip.

Okay.

That's a lot of fine print
for a walk to Town Square.

I know, right?

Things were much simpler when I was a kid.

Also, I wanted to tell you,
I noticed something weird.

I think you guys overpaid me this week.

Might have been a mix-up?

No, no. No mix-up.

Caroline and I decided
to give you a raise.

Wow. Thank you.

Any particular reason?

Trust me, you earned it.

Katherine.

Um, no, I...

I'm Elena.

I'm Damon.

- Got into a fight with my boyfriend.
- About what, may I ask?

Life. Future.
He's got it all mapped out.

You don't want it?

I don't know what I want.

Well, that's not true.

You want what everybody wants.

You want what everybody wants.

Tell me. What is it that I want?

Why is he always napping?

Me, I love keeping my new eyes open.

After you spend a couple of hundred years

with little, shriveled-up eye sockets
underneath where your eyebrows used to be,

you take extra pleasure in using
all the parts of your body.

And you're even more disappointing.

I've had no luck getting into your head.
Not since the day we met.

Well, on that day,
I was unprepared for your attack.

Now, I'm prepared.

Anyway, I don't know
why you're complaining.

My free will is at rock bottom.

I do almost everything you say,
even when I don't want to.

It's the "almost" part of that sentence
that vexes me.

Come here.

Come on, just a peek.

You'll give in eventually.

"Eventually" may be quite some time.

My previous record for torture
was 70 years and change.

The other fellow blinked first,
by the way.

You blinked a little, just now.

I pried a yummy tidbit from your head.
A name.

Who's Sarah Nelson?

Don't know. Don't care.

Your mouth can lie,
but your subconscious can't.

Sarah Nelson.
Why do you feel an attachment?

Maybe she's someone from the telenovela
I'm hooked on.

More lies. She means something.

Get up, sleepy head.

It's time for fun.

So, what does your boss think

of your daily hobby
of tracking crime reports?

I told her it's like a really dark version
of Pinterest.

Did you see the cranberry muffins
in the break room?

- I got them at the girls' bake sale.
- I'm not hungry, thanks.

- Well, Bonnie, you need to eat something.
- I will. Later.

Right now, we need to be looking
for crimes farther away from Tennessee.

They might've been traveling
these past few days.

Okay, I'll widen the search radius.

Especially now that we know
Enzo's leaving clues.

Then why hasn't he left any more?

Well, Enzo's playing double-agent

so I'm guessing he needs
to pick his moments.

There. North Carolina.

Two murders in two different towns
just this morning.

Yeah, both women
died of neck wounds.

Was there anything strange
found at the crime scene?

All the information they have so far
are the victims' names.

There's Sarah Nelson McGowan.

- What?
- And the second victim is...

Sara Jane Nelson.

I'm guessing Enzo picked his moment.

What makes you say that?

Because there's another Sarah Nelson
living in North Carolina.

Her real name is Sarah Salvatore

and she's my last living relative.

Unless Damon gets to her first.

Sarah's mother was
Zach Salvatore's girlfriend in 1994.

Hang on, I think I know this story.
Damon killed a pregnant lady.

Worst thing he's ever done.

Debatable.
But it does make the short-list.

The baby survived.
She grew up as Sarah Nelson.

Stefan made sure she got adopted
by a loving family.

Gave her a trust fund.

- Kept her safe.
- So why would Damon target Sarah?

He wouldn't.
He doesn't even know that she exists.

But she and Enzo had
a "frenemy" thing for a while.

So you think it was Enzo's idea.

Look, I'm not trying to get in his head.
I just...

I'm trying to save Sarah, that's all.

Let me know when we get close to Raleigh.

Where's Harvey?

I sent his bones to be DNA tested.

Seemed like the scholarly thing to do.

So, why are you not in D.C.
with your fellow interns?

How many people does it really take
to pull studies on Greek mythology

from the Library of Congress?

Have you ever heard the phrase
"publish or perish"?

See, you guys help me not perish

as the head of the
St. John Armory Foundation,

and I'll extend your internship.
There's a win-win.

So, you're really gonna publish
a paper on sirens?

Come on. And why the giant rush?

It's called a submission deadline.

Well then, why are you still
playing around in here

instead of researching,
like the rest of us?

A, I have yet to see you take
your research assignment seriously.

B, I am down here because this room is
literally buried in untapped information.

Check this out.

"There's now a wall
where there was none before.

"My friends have forgotten me, though
I can hear her voice louder than ever."

"Her voice." So your theory is that

Harvey was hearing an actual siren?

Like, a supernatural creature.

It's no theory. It's just data.

Is my eyesight improving,
or is this actually easier to read today?

I did a little clean-up on it.
Now you can read the top corners.

"Midsummer's day 1790."

1790?

I've seen that date somewhere.

The archive room.

See? I'm totally helping.

Shut up, Georgie.

- Twenty questions.
- Go.

So, I'm thinking of a person.

He's reasonably good-looking,
charming accent,

and he'd be the most amazing wingman

if he just got rid of his martyr complex.

That's not how you play 20 questions.

Regardless, your answer is either
Jesus Christ or me.

Got it on the second try.

Why are you resisting instruction?

I'm not resisting anything.

I'm here, stalking Sarah Nelson,
with you, as instructed.

What in this tableau
reads as me resisting?

Oh, yeah, you're here,
but you're distracted.

You're not having any fun, Enzo.

You are impossibly needy.

No, I'm highly engaged,
and I want you to be like me.

Come on, man, we finally got
a cushy assignment for once.

I mean, chasing unsuspecting women
that just happen to share the same name.

Why can't you enjoy the change of pace?

Because I'm wondering
what the boss lady's up to.

Why is she suddenly pushing
the pause button

on her mysterious master plan?

Easy. She has a new priority.
Giving you a spanking.

You put her in a mood,
now she wants you to flip your switch.

Why'd you have to go and piss her off?

How are you so afraid of her,
without your emotions?

Not so much I'm afraid of her.

I'm afraid of that eternal
damnation preview she gave me...

- When she got in my head.
- That's mind games.

- None of it's real.
- I disagree with all of your opinions.

Ah, there she is.

Sarah Nelson.

Thought that yoga class would never end.

A gentleman introduces
himself first, Damon Salvatore.

May we talk somewhere privately,
Miss Nelson?

Why so formal, Mr. St. John?

We've fallen into a lack of civility.
Thought I'd switch it up.

I'm glad our time together
taught you to defend yourself.

You're lucky I only had
one dose of vervain on me

or you'd be on the ground with him.

And I take it every day,
so don't even try to compel me.

Now, you'll have to leave town
of your own accord, then.

Have you got a passport?

Still a renter, I see.

Can't afford to buy.

After you told me my trust fund
came from the Salvatores,

I stopped cashing my checks.

Didn't want to take money
from serial killers.

What are you lot doing here?

Nice to see you, too.

Hello, love.

Remember, we're looking for items
that arrived prior to 1800.

That's so many things.

We could be here literally all night.

Expecting an important phone call?

Just making sure I didn't miss a text
from the nanny.

Oh? And how often does hot nanny text you?

The kids went on a field trip today,

I just want to make sure
they got home all right.

I wouldn't sweat it.
I'm sure hot nanny's got you covered.

- She's not hot!
- Oh, I know.

You're her boss,
so you don't notice how hot she is.

That old song?

Focus on the research, please.

Not really sure why this archive
deserved your fit of geek excitement.

June 21, 1790 was the day

the Armory received a mysterious shipment
from the town of Mystic Falls.

"Midsummer's Day, 1790.

"We took the crate to the vault.

"Its artifact was left above ground,
for safety."

Admit it. My mad restoration skills
have made me indispensable.

"Secondary item. June 21, 1790.

"Artifact originated 2200 B.C."

I mean, I've never researched
anything that old.

I mean, which, in and of itself, is weird.

But not weirder than the vault
that housed a supernatural creature.

Perhaps a siren?

Nice try.

And as for my geek excitement,
I fit right in here.

Only in the Armory do they do doodles
in cuneiform.

I've seen that symbol before.

- I can't deal with this right now.
- Are you okay?

Wait, where are you going?

- Hey, what's up?
- Is this a bad time?

Oh, no. I'm just getting used to
the millennial work ethic.

What, are you calling from inside a well?

No, we're at Sarah's apartment.

I just stepped out to give Bonnie and Enzo
some space.

- Wait, you've got Enzo?
- Barely.

At first, I thought
he was gonna try to escape.

But then he made himself stay and talk.

- Well, how'd he manage that?
- Will power, I guess.

He's fighting some kind of mind control.
I mean, he won't even look at Bonnie.

So this is the new you?

- Long silences and cryptic messages?
- That wasn't so cryptic.

You understood it, didn't you?

Not to nitpick, but you could've just
written the word "siren."

Therein lies the dilemma.

The more specific my thoughts are,
the more she can key in on me psychically.

We are talking about a living,
breathing siren, right?

Like, mermaid monsters
who sing to sailors?

She doesn't sport a fish tail.
Though she does like to swim.

What does she want with you?

As far as I can tell,
she wants two loyal soldiers

to keep bringing her supper.

You didn't see what she looked like before
she fed on the flesh of 87 victims.

- It wasn't pretty.
- Why you and Damon?

We were in the vault
when she needed a snack?

I don't know, Bonnie. I really wish I did.

Okay, what's her weakness?
How do we stop her?

I'm hoping that can be discerned
by others.

I myself am completely occupied
maintaining my own cover.

I'll have to return to her soon.

What? Why? You're safe now.

I'm not, and neither are you
if I stay here.

- Enzo...
- No, don't.

Don't.

I can't allow myself to think about
how important you are.

Am I important?

- It's hard to tell these days.
- Look, understand my situation.

The enemy has been entering my mind.

Attacking me mentally.
Digging for ways to leverage my obedience.

Is that why Sarah's a target?

Much to my dismay.

My interrogator wouldn't leave my head
until I gave her a meaningful name.

All I can do now
is try not to get Sarah killed.

Look, I get it.
You're my long-lost whatever.

You feel bad it came to this.

At last, we finally meet. Anything else?

Well, I was hoping you'd be
a little less pissed at me

for trying to keep you safe.

Wouldn't you be pissed if a stranger
secretly controlled your life

with lies and compulsion for 18 years?

I know it shocks you I have trust issues,

but I'm not leaving here with anyone
but Enzo.

At least he wants me
to make my own choices.

I still need to pack my camera gear.

I'll stay with her
while you guys get the car.

Okay, we'll text you when we're out front.

Hurry.

We have to move quickly.

I expect my captor is looking for me now,
wondering where I've gone.

Why can't you stay gone? Huh?

- Why can't you just fight her?
- I have been fighting her.

Every moment of every day.

Hiding my innermost thoughts

to make her believe that there's nothing
she can hold against me.

I have to get back to keep up
the pretense. Do you follow?

Yes.

And no.

Lizzie, only people who don't hit their
sisters get to go to the carnival. Okay?

I love you.
Now put Seline back on the phone, please.

Seline, Mommy wants to talk--

- What are you doing?
- I was told to have fun.

No!

No!

And isn't Caroline the same girlfriend
that tried to have me murdered?

Which obviously wasn't enough
for a breakup.

Look, she wasn't being herself that day.

But she's better now, so we should all
just hit the road together? No thanks.

Damon, don't!

Don't.

- I thought I told you to leave me alone.
- I can't.

And you can't kill her.
She's part of our family.

Our family's dead, Stefan.
You and I included.

She's Uncle Zach's daughter.
Her name is Sarah Salvatore.

- That's impossible.
- Listen to me.

When I saw you last,
you were talking like a crazy person.

Saying your fate has been sealed
by the evil you've done.

I'm here to tell you that you're wrong.

You're not destined to go to Hell, Damon.

Do you wanna know why?

Talk fast.

Am I gonna find cigarette butts
on these flagstones?

I'm a little better
at hiding things than that.

Look, if you wanna be taken seriously
in academia,

you need to exit a room
with a little more decorum.

Okay, I'm gonna show you something.

All right, that's the opposite of decorum.

Relax.

Does this count as being serious
about my research?

I'm guessing there's a story here.

Depends.

Do you believe in Hell?

As in, a fiery place ruled
by a guy named Satan?

I think it's fair to say the evidence
is inconclusive.

How do you know about this symbol?

I saw it when I was dead.

Care to elaborate?

A couple years ago, I was driving
my best friend home from a party.

And I was

texting some guy I met,

because I was a little drunk.

Because I was more than a little drunk.

And I didn't notice

when I drove across the yellow line,
and I don't remember the crash at all.

But what I do remember

is waking up somewhere else.
And it wasn't a place,

exactly,

so much as this

crazy intense awareness of pain

and loneliness and fear.

And in that moment I knew
I'd killed my best friend.

So I'm trapped in this

terrifying icy feeling of self-hatred.

And somehow I knew
that was gonna last forever.

As in, an eternity.

Now, in the middle of all that,
the one thing I could see

was this symbol.

I can't explain it, it was just there.

After that, the EMTs

jump-started my heart.
I guess I'd flat lined for about a minute.

They'd already given up
trying to save my friend.

I'm sorry that happened.

Silver lining,

that one-year gap in my resumé,

was my vehicular manslaughter sentence.

It came with library access,

so I used all that time to get
into every piece of myth, lore,

near-death accounts.
I basically gave myself a PhD in Hell

because I know where I'm going one day.

Bet you wish I was in D.C.
with the other interns, huh?

No. No, I don't.

I believe you saw a piece of the puzzle.

Now, I may not agree
with your interpretation,

but I believe you are a first-hand source.

You don't think I'm crazy?

You don't even approach the threshold

of the crazy I've seen.

So why don't you come back inside

and share with me this

PhD-level knowledge?

What have you done?

- I did what I needed, for once.
- Stop driving.

No, I'm gonna get you
as far away as I can.

Bonnie, stop the car!

I have to get out.

- What's wrong?
- I'm too far away from her.

She's trying to pull me back in.
We need to turn around right now!

Now!

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, you're gonna be okay.

No, it's not that simple.
My mind is bonded to hers.

She's gone on the attack.
Tightening her hold.

So we'll break you free.

There is no breaking free.
There's no escaping her reach.

Every moment we spend together

is another moment she could discover
how I feel about you.

I'm not gonna let you out of my sight.

I can't lose you again.

You never lost me, Bonnie Bennett.

Please stay.

I can't put you in any more danger.
You have to let me go.

You have to let me go.

So the sad story of Uncle Zach's
girlfriend came with a P.S.

Aww. Imagine all the Christmases
we could've had with Sarah.

My point is, you can't be held accountable
for a murder you didn't commit.

Sarah is not on your list of sins,
if that sort of thing even exists.

So, if you let her go now,
it'll balance the scales even more.

I don't think it works that way, brother.

Even if it doesn't,
you have to let her walk away.

It's what Elena would want.

I know you can understand that.

Come on, Damon, make the right choice.

Do it for our family.

Do it for Elena.

And do it for me.

Go. Run.

Get out of here.

No!

You're gonna have to do
a little better than that, Stefan.

He's right. I'm a lot tougher than I look.

Stay right there.

So,

who's Elena?

- Please.
- Stay with me, Sarah.

Damon, what part of "kill Sarah"

was too hard for you to understand?

This shouldn't be a tough call.

How are you disobeying me?

That takes a lot of will power.

A real sense of self.

A connection to some shred of humanity

that you have been hiding from me.

So many months into this,

and I never realized
you had a loyalty leak,

which is very irritating.

Where does your subconscious go,

when you try to resist me?

I know, Bonnie, you're right.

You and my mom both are.
I just can't bring myself to tell him.

I'll call you later.

Katherine.

Um, no, I...

I'm Elena.

I'm Damon.

The most real thing
that I've ever felt in my entire life.

Promise me this is forever.

I love you, Damon.

Yeah,

I can fix this.

Thanks for letting me take a peek.

Hi.

We haven't met.

What's your name?

I'm Damon.

I'm Sybil.

You can still make this right. Damon.

You have to help her.

Please.

Fight.

Why?

I'm so sorry.

Would you like to get out of here?

Absolutely.

- Damon, wake up!
- Save your energy.

In a couple hours,
I'll be too far away to reach you,

and then you can go home.

Don't worry about your brother.

I've taken over his last mental refuge.
I'm giving it a little remodel.

My brother's a lot stronger
than you think.

No, he's not.

Anyway.

Good talk.

What happened?

Did Stefan get Sarah out of town?

I don't know.
We've both been out of the loop.

I screwed up.
I shouldn't have taken off with Enzo.

At least we know he's safe.

He's not. I, uh...

Couldn't break him away
from the siren's mind-control

and I had to let him go back to her.

So this was all for nothing?

We needed you here!

And I needed to rescue my boyfriend.

Yeah, but we had a plan.

I had a plan, too.

I had a plan to grow old with Enzo
and come home to him every night.

I had a plan to live the kind of life
that you and Stefan are living right now.

So is that what made you go rogue?

The fact that Stefan and I are happy?

No, I'm happy that you're happy. I am.

But when I see everything that you have,
your home, your boyfriend, your kids,

your life, it makes me feel so alone
that I want to die.

Is that how you really feel?

I hate myself for it, but yeah.

You're not alone, Bonnie.

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.

I should've thought about
what this was like for you.

I've been a terrible friend.

Look, I know that I've been distracted,
but I'm here for you always.

No matter what else happens in my life,

I am here for you, whatever you need.

Even if it's just to rage at me
and scream at me.

None of this is your fault.

Except I was so caught up in my own drama

I didn't even realize
what this was doing to you.

I swear to you, we are going to save Enzo,

together.

And then we're going to go back
to our normal, crazy,

mutually awesome lives.

Your happiness is a part of my happiness.

Always.

I'm gonna fix this.

For us.

Caroline?

Is Sarah okay?

Hey.

They wanted to pick out
their PJs themselves.

I was just about to go up
and check on them.

I can do that.

And I'm sorry I'm late, you know.

There's a big archive search
still in progress at work.

I didn't mean to derail your evening.

Oh, it's okay. I'm not in a rush,

and your work is important.

Yeah, well, that remains to be seen.

I mean, all I have so far
is a series of tenuous connections

between a journal from 1790,
my intern's secret tattoo,

and unconfirmed reports of Hell

as a place that offers up
not only emotional turmoil,

but ancient mystical runes.

Allegedly.

- You don't date much, do you?
- It's been a while.

But you know where
your intern's secret tattoo is.

Only because of research.

No judgment.

And that's her now.

- 8:00 a.m. tomorrow?
- Yeah.

I'll see you then.

Thank you.

Hey, man. You owe me.

And not just for the takeout dinner
I had to buy on my paltry stipend.

Is this intern swagger code for,
"Boss, I found something"?

Uh, yeah. A certain missing artifact
from Midsummer's Day, 1790.

And my swagger is just hiding
how completely terrified I am.

Well, show me.

This thing that was delivered
with your vault inhabitant?

I think it was made in Hell.

Back on task, I see.

Deliver us some evil.

We wouldn't want to fall
behind on our quota

after that little sidebar today.

Thanks.

I just need a little peek.

You have to let me go.

You have to.

If you're gonna leave,

then leave.

I'm not gonna watch you.

Know this, love.

I will never stop fighting.

I will brave the oceans and sail past
the sirens to find my way back to you.

Now why haven't I seen her before?

I took Bonnie home.

I would've gone with you.

You needed some alone time.

Wanna talk about it?

No, not particularly.

Let me rephrase that.

You need to talk about it.

You can't carry this all by yourself.

Actually, I have to.

Last Salvatore standing.

Every blood relative I've ever had,
ever known...

After today, they are all gone.

- Stefan...
- Look, I know what you're gonna say.

It's not my fault that Sarah died.
But it was.

I'm part of the reason
that every Salvatore is dead.

I mean, either I put them in harm's way,
or I killed them myself.

I was just gonna say that...

Damon's not gone.

Yeah, he is.

I saw it happen.

He belongs to the siren now.

You can't give up hope.

I won't.

Hey,

I wanna show you something.

Come on.

This got delivered
while we were out today.

The girls' beds should arrive tomorrow.

I'm knocking this wall out
so that they can fit side by side.

You're making this
into a room for my kids?

Yeah, I mean, I figured they might
wanna come visit sometime.

- Is that okay?
- Of course it's okay.

I just never expected you to do this.

Well, why not?

You are my family now.

Good.

- Hey, check it out. It's antique. Mmm-hmm.
- Yeah?

Oh!

It's beautiful.
The girls are going to love it!

Actually, that's for you.

I was hoping you might wear it.

Wear it, like, what?
Like a friendship ring, or...

- Do I really need to say it?
- Yeah, I think you do.

Caroline Elizabeth Forbes,

will you do me the honor

of wearing this engagement ring

as a,

a token of my love?

Okay, too many words,
just get to the point.

I want you

to marry me.

Will you?

Yes.