KLAUS was standing on the balcony, overlooking the city as a storm brewed around them. Ingrid was beside him, resting her head on his shoulder and fiddling the the leather of his jacket. Elijah walked into the room behind them and spoke loudly. "Every last exit is sealed. If you're thinking about jumping, don't. I already tried it. I landed in the world's most pretentious wine cellar."

Klaus turned to face him with a blank expression. "You sorted it by vintage." He reminded the older Original, who looked at him in confusion. "You don't remember, do you? I thought Marcel was intent on retrieving your memories."

"He was. He failed." Elijah responded quickly with narrowed eyes. "I still remember absolutely nothing, and Antoinette is dying." He reminded them and took a few steps closer.

"Who cares?" Ingrid mused dully, walking into the room to join them.

"Is she? Right. Yes. I'd forgotten." Klaus mocked with a smirk causing Ingrid to laugh beside him.

"What the hell are we doing here? What is this place?" Elijah interrogated furiously.

"Home." Ingrid answered in a Hollow tone and crossed her arms over her chest. "Have you noticed the blood stained portrait of yourself downstairs yet?"

Elijah stared at her, overwhelmed by all the information being thrown at him at once. "This is dangerous, you and I here together."

"We're not actually here together, are we? Not physically, at least." Klaus remarked knowingly with a sigh.

"It known in the witch community as a Chambre de Chasse. It is a magical mental prison designed to resemble our home. Witches put people in them for temporary keeping or to test out their magic. There is always a way out..." Ingrid trailed off with an annoyed expression. "It's usually a game or a riddle or a puzzle of some sort. Figure it out and you're free to go."

"How do we solve this riddle?" Elijah questioned impatiently.

"Depends on the witch." Ingrid answered vaguely. "Usually you have to find a piece of you that represents you or whatever misrepresents you."

"Which sucks for you because you have no memories." Klaus threw in his face. "We're gonna find our way out and you're on your own." He said to his brother with a smirk and walked past him, leaving the room.

Ingrid, not wanting to be alone with Elijah, rolled her eyes and followed suit. The couple was walking down the steps toward the courtyard and Ingrid mused dully to her husband. "What do you suppose we're supposed to find? Actually, first, who do you think did this? That'll help."

Klaus threw his arm out, stopping her from proceeding, when they heard the front door opening. "Who's there? Show yourself!"

"Oh, Nik. Always so dramatic." A familiar blonde commented in amusement as she walked toward them.

"Rebekah." Klaus breathed out in relief, happy to see his little sister.

She laughed and quickly walked over to engulf him in a hug. She then noticed Ingrid and squealed happily. "Where have you been?!" Rebekah asked while throwing her arms around her sister-in-law.

Ingrid chuckled warmly and returned the embrace. She was about to respond when another Mikaelson joined them.

Kol fell down on the couch without a shirt and he groaned at the sight of his family. "Bloody hell. My least favorite recurring nightmare." He complained then pointed a finger at the female hybrid. "Indy, where the bloody hell have you been and why haven't we heard from you? I was counting on you to be the one I could tell all my mischievous adventures."

"Oh yes." She drew out slowly in guilt. "That would be because I've been in a coffin at the bottom of the Eastern Siberian Sea for seven years."

Both Rebekah and Kol snapped their heads toward Klaus, who held his hands up in surrender. "She told me to!" He defended himself sternly.

"I did." Ingrid agreed with a nod of her head and shrugged her shoulders sheepishly. "Oops."

Rebekah glanced between them then walked off. They watched her leave in confusion until she walked back in with a bottle of wine and four glasses. "I was in Corsica, drowning my sorrows and I suddenly dropped." She explained, opening the bottle and tried to pour herself a glass only to find that there was nothing to pour. "What I wouldn't give to spend just a decade without being dragged into a godforsaken Chambre de Chasse."

"Yeah..." Ingrid mused knowingly and took the bottle from her. "I'd rather go back in the coffin."

"Suppose you were in a board meeting." Klaus joked, motioning toward Kol.

Kol shot him a patronizing look and slipped on a shirt that he had found in his old room. "I was waiting for my wife to come home from work." He hinted causing Ingrid to laugh. "Once again, ripped from complete contentment for... this." He sneered in annoyance and looked between the three of his siblings. "Suppose I'll ask the obvious: piss off any witches lately?"

"All of them." Ingrid joked and Kol shot her an unamused smile.

"Actually, our current enemies are a group of hatemongers who see us and our children as abominations to the vampire race." Klaus responded with a sinister look and Ingrid pursed her lips to keep from sneering.

"The lot of fascists they are." She said in disgust and anger.

"The bigoted undead. That's new." Rebekah commented and turned toward Kol, who grabbed the bottle of wine from Ingrid. "They must have a witch-for-hire."

"A witch that's spent enough time here to replicate every detail. This is Elijah's prized Cheval Blanc." Kol replied asked, holding the label out for them to see.

"The culprit may be closer to home." Freya said suddenly from above them and the four looked up at her. "A witch who knows the compound well and who doesn't trust you to stay away from Hope." She mused, looking directly at Ingrid. Rebekah and Kol looked to Ingrid, who looked away from them in guilt. Freya nodded her head and walked down the stairs to join them. "Someone who would risk everything to save New Orleans from plagues."

"Vincent." Klaus concluded and smirked with a chortle.

Freya smiled in agreement and shrugged her shoulders. "On the bright side, he'd never harm Hope. You, on the other hand, I expect he'll be shipping your bodies to the four corners of the world."

"That doesn't explain why Niklaus is here." Ingrid commented, pointing at her husband. "Or you."

"Wait." Rebekah called out, stopping Freya from explaining. "All of our bodies? He isn't here, is he?"

"He is." Elijah answered dully as he joined their circle. "I think I might have just found a way out of here." He then lead them to the front door which had turned into a light blue wooden door with six locks. "This wasn't here before. What is it?" He asked his family in confusion.

Kol walked toward it and grabbed one of the locks that had a K on it. He studied them each to see they all had an initial on it. Six locks with the Mikaelson emblem and each a different letter: F, E, N, I, K, and lastly R.

"It's representational magic. I expect there are keys, one for each of us, hidden somewhere meaningful." Kol explained and turned to face them. "Somewhere connected to who we are."

"And for those of us who don't remember who we are?" Elijah asked in worry.

"I'll give Antoinette your regards." Klaus mused slowly with a taunting smirk and Ingrid snorted out a laugh.

Freya turned toward them, unamused, and stopped Elijah from going after them. "Door won't open unless all six locks are released. The only way out is together."

Ingrid threw her head back and groaned loudly. "No."

"Elijah, if we're to get through this without bloodshed, I recommend that you go to the corner of the house furthest from Nik. Come on. Follow me." Kol advised then walked toward the stairs. Elijah glared at the hybrids for a moment before turning on his heels to follow after his youngest brother.

"Split up. We need to turn this place upside down." Klaus ordered sternly then walked off and the three women shared annoyed looks.

Klaus searched the house frantically and stared at their family crest hanging on the wall with a far off expression. "You haven't." Ingrid spoke suddenly from behind him.

Jumping slightly, he turned to face her with a face of confusion. She gestured to the crest with a proud smile. "Let us down. You never have. That's why you're staring at it, right?"

"Fifteen years ago, I brought you home and the one thing you have ever asked of me is to never let you down." Klaus recalled and walked over to kiss her on the forehead. "I have failed you."

"You've never let me down, Niklaus." She informed him affectionately then watched him walk away to grab one of the candelabras. Raising an eyebrow, Ingrid was about to question his antics but he began smashing the crest into pieces with the candelabra even after it had been destroyed completely. Ingrid rushed over and grabbed his arms. "Niklaus. Niklaus."

"Nik, it's done." Rebekah tried her best to help and Klaus stopped and stared at the broken pieces for a moment before tossing the metal to the floor and walking away.

"I think we've established that there's no key in the crest." Freya sarcastically remarked and Ingrid gave her an unimpressed expression.

"The thing was a relic anyway." Klaus dismissed carelessly.

Suddenly, yelling echoed around them and Marcel appeared, kneeling on all fours in the courtyard with blood covering his face. The four of them gaped at him in surprise and Ingrid rushed toward him. "Marcellus, are you alright?" She asked in concern, helping him to his feet.

"Marcel." Rebekah breathed out in shock, her eyes wide.

"Damn it! I got to go now." Marcel frantically and tried to walk toward the front door.

Klaus threw his arm out and grabbed Marcel by the arm. "Hey! What game is Vincent playing?" He snarled furiously, jabbing a finger in his direction.

"Oh, this has nothing to do with Vincent." Marcel answered quickly with a shake of his head and tried to leave the compound again. "We got to get out of here. The city is about to wash away. She's out of her damn mind."

"Who, Marcel?! Who put you here?!" Klaus roared in fury and grabbed at his arm again.

"Niklaus." Ingrid spoke calmly and walked toward him, holding her hands out for him to take.

"It was Hope. Hope is responsible for all of this." Marcel answered stressfully and the Mikaelsons were stunned. "Ivy was telling Vincent and me all about the latest prophecy when a hurricane showed up off the coast out of nowhere."

"A monsoon from the water is the final curse before the firstborns die." Freya reminded them and Rebekah held out a cloth for Marcel to take. He took it with a small smile and washed away some of the blood.

Ingrid shook her head frantically, rejecting the possibility. "No! I was leaving! I was trying to stop this."

"I went to go find you guys. Hope was at St. Anne's. She had Ingrid and Elijah's bodies laid out on the floor." Marcel explained and Ingrid threw her hands up in exasperation. "She's gathering up all of you to take back the power that's been split up inside of you."

"She can't do that. It'll destroy her. That was the whole point." Klaus snarled, angry and panicked.

"She threw me in here when I tried to stop her." Marcel explained causing Ingrid to make a face of realization.

"That explains Niklaus and Freya." The female hybrid mused with a sigh.

"I can't leave until you guys find your keys." Marcel added, nodding in agreement.

"Well, she can't find my body. It's halfway across the world." Rebekah argued, placing a fist in her hip, with a pointed expression.

"She has help. I created hybrids with Ingrid's blood, they're sired to her. If Hope says that Ingrid's in trouble then they'll do anything she asks." Klaus informed his family and was met with unimpressed looks. "She'll take the power back. She'll end the curses, she'll keep the firstborns safe, and then my daughter as we know her will be forever lost to darkness."

"Find your damn keys." Ingrid snarled and turned on her heels to storm up the stairs. "Now!" She bellowed when no one moved and they all scrambled to do as commanded.

Ingrid was tearing apart the nursery with Elijah's help. He found a stuffed bunny and picked it up, stroking it's long ears. He looked up at with a confused look then turned toward the female hybrid. "What was my relationship like with your daughter?"

"The irony of you expressing interest in family..." Klaus mused angrily from the doorway. He watched as Ingrid pulled the painting of New Orleans off the wall with a hopeful look only to find nothing. She gave him a sympathetic expression before tossing it on the floor with the rest of the wreckage.

Elijah sighed in frustration and looked between them. "Listen, I got nothing to go on here. You help me, we all get out of here."

Ingrid took a deep breath and slowly walked toward him, gesturing to the bunny in his hands. "The day she was born, you gave her this. It was one of her favorite toys. She refused to go anywhere without it..." She mused with a smile and he handed the toy to her.

"You also gave her her name." Klaus added emotionally.

"You used to call her our family's only hope. So we named her Hope." Ingrid informed her brother-in-law in a teary voice and Elijah looked at them with a surprised face. Ingrid turned toward Klaus and handed the rabbit to him. "I can't."

He nodded in understanding and spared it one last glance before tearing it apart and pulling the stuffing out only to find nothing.

"Why do you resent me?" Elijah asked curiously as he followed Ingrid into the den.

"There's a long, long list of reasons that I don't think are particularly relevant at the moment." She explained dully and opened all the drawers of the tables.

"If I'm to find my key, it is." Elijah argued sternly.

Sighing, Ingrid stopped what she was doing and turned to face him. "You used to be my best friend. You were the first one to find out I was pregnant with Hope and you comforted me when I was scared about being pregnant again. I've had... fourteen miscarriages and I didn't think it would stick." She explained and Elijah's face fell into a sympathetic one. "But along the line... we didn't agree on much anymore. We fought a lot but we made up. Until you gave my daughter away to the Crescent wolves because you thought they would protect her better than we could. Then you ripped my son's heart out of his chest and threw his body in the river."

"Did I ever apologize for that?" Elijah asked, hoping to feel something about the events she was telling him about.

"No." Ingrid whispered softly and shook her head causing the light to bounce off the tears in her eyes. "No. That is why I hate you. Because you knew how much my children meant to me and you continued to take them from me. Deep down, I will always hate you for that."

Later on, Ingrid walked into Kol's room in aggravation. "Kol, where would I hide something?"

"You never hide anything, Indy. You're too brutally honest." Kol remarked with a smirk as he tossed several books to the floor.

"Then allow me to be honest by stating that I hate you." She remarked with a bitter smile causing him to laugh lightly.

"You got something against literature?" Marcel joked as he peeked his head in.

"Well, these are the collective works of William Shakespeare. Love, power, betrayal. How to thrive in the Mikaelson clan 101." Kol remarked, flipping through the pages. "Davina and I sent these to Hope on her ninth birthday."

"How is Davina?" Marcel asked curiously. "You know, she doesn't call much these days."

"Well, that's how normal families work. You learn what you can, and then you grow up. Join a cult, start a rock band, find love, make your own family." Kol replied with a suggestive smirk. "Take it from Indy, right?"

"Hmm. Doesn't that fly in the face of "always and forever"?" Marcel asked mockingly and folded his arms over his chest.

"That's long over." Ingrid replied sternly.

Kol nodded his head in agreement then gave him an angry face. "You know, to think I spent a thousand years dying to be a part of that vow."

"What changed?" Marcel interrogated more, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I met a girl." Kol replied happily then sifted through the books again until he found his key. "Voilà." He expressed with a smile, holding it up. "Four more keys to go."

Marcel watched him go then thought something over for a moment. "Why would your book of plays be in the music room?"

"Kids are messy?" Kol shrugged nonchalantly and stopped in the doorway.

"Yeah, but this room doesn't even exist anymore." Marcel reminded him and Ingrid finally studied the room in its entirety. "There was a storm. Everything was damaged. That was at least a century ago. Hope's never even seen this room."

"The witch who creates the Chambre de Chasse controls the setting...." Ingrid furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and turned toward Kol with a furious expression. "Hope's not alone behind this."

"Freya, I'm trying to sort out a puzzle." Kol called out to his older sister as he and Ingrid joined her in Hope's bedroom. "A Chambre de Chasse of this size would be constructed from the depth of memory, right? But there's a room here that hasn't existed for a century. And Hope would've never seen it."

Freya scoffed and shook her head. "Oh, that's impossible."

"Wiped out by a storm. The music room. Oh, I brought you there during the 1914 Christmas party, where we drank, Marcel played "Carol of the Bells," Niklaus stabbed me in the heart. You remember." Kol pushed with a smirk.

"Kol." Freya whispered in a warning tone and looked past him, gulping in fear.

"Freya, what have you done?" Klaus snarled darkly from the doorway.

"Hope asked for my help." Freya defended her actions as she walked out of the room and down the stairs.

"So you decided to lend a hand in her destruction?" Klaus asked incredulously, he and Ingrid following close behind.

"How dare you?" Ingrid growled furiously and took a step toward her.

"The plagues are nearing their end." Freya reminded them all sternly. "All it would take is one more meeting between you to end it all, something needed to be done."

"I was leaving! I would have been long gone by now had you not struck me down." Ingrid argued with a bewildered expression.

"Who's to say you wouldn't be weak again?" Freya questioned knowingly.

"That's not fair." Ingrid remarked in a watery voice, shaking her head.

"Hope did everything we ever asked of her. The one time she acted out, it was because she missed her mom." The Mikaelson witch pointed out and Ingrid's face fell again. "You want to see what she does with a lifetime of missing both her parents? We have to let her make her own choices. Isn't that what you've been saying repeatedly for days, Ingrid?"

"She's a child." Klaus whispered with tears in his eyes.

"Look, we've all done dangerous things for family, and we've seen each other through it." Freya replied emotionally and walked toward them, tears in her own eyes. "Now it's her turn."

"We do not take turns!" Ingrid yelled loudly as lightning struck the sky and thunder bellowed loudly. "She is a child. I have spent her whole life making these choices so she may never know the horror and the grief that is inherited with the Mikaelson name. I never wanted her to know sacrifice. Especially for me." The female hybrid remarked woefully and looked to Freya with a pleading face. "You have to stop her."

"No." Freya rejected and unlocked her key before disappearing.

"No!" Ingrid yelled loudly and rushed to grab ahold of the witch but it was too late. "Noooo!" She cried out and grabbed a chair from nearby, throwing it against the door with all their locks.

"Ingrid." Klaus called out to her, grabbing her shoulders and staring deeply into her eyes. "Where would you hide something? Anything?"

Ingrid's tears slowly stopped as her heartbroken face shifted into realization. "My office." She whispered knowingly.

The couple stormed into Ingrid's office and she began to frantically sift through her books. Tossing them in frustration, she grabbed the framed photographs and frowned. She took the backs off and ripped the photos out but found nothing again. Klaus watched as she ripped apart everything before moving to her desk. "Why are you standing here? Have you found yours yet?"

"Yes." He answered smugly, holding up the small key. "It was in a chest full of letters I had written you from the last seven years."

Ingrid froze in her spot and glanced up at him in surprise. "You did that? Why?"

"It was the only way I could speak to you." He replied with an affectionate smile. "I missed you. More and more each day I found it harder to be away from you."

"What did you write about?" Ingrid asked curiously and slowly sat down in her desk. "I'm listening." She assured him while she continued to search her desk.

"The kids, myself, you." He vaguely explained and shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever I felt you needed to hear."

"Would you mind if I read them when we get back?" She inquired with a warm smile. "I would love to hear all the things I've missed. Plus I think it's romantic that you wrote to me."

"Of course you can." He answered with a nod of his head and happy twinkle in his eyes. He chuckled suggestively and picked up the photographs. "I must warn you some are very---" He cut himself off after noticing her face. "What is it, my love?"

Ingrid opened the top, center drawer of her desk and stared down at the contents inside with a distant look in her eyes. She grabbed what it was she was gaping at and gently set it down on the flat surface of her desk. There was her key tied with string connected to her golden dagger. Klaus gazed at it in astonishment then met her face. Ingrid's expression was unreadable to most but Klaus knew it was one of heartbreak and anger.

Ingrid grabbed her dagger and harshly ripped the key off the handle. "Let's get out of here." She suggested in a hollow tone of voice and walked out of her office.

They entered the courtyard to see Marcel sitting on the edge of the fountain. "Elijah is lying about his memories." He informed them with an annoyed face.

"What do you mean?" Klaus asked hesitantly.

"He just called me "Marcellus." Things are creeping in, only nothing of substance, nothing that hurts. If Elijah doesn't know who he is, it's not because of magic. It's because he doesn't want to remember." Marcel pointed out causing Ingrid to slowly get an idea.

"The red door..." She mused quietly to herself and shifted her eyes side to side rapidly.

"Well, now he's gonna have to, if he wants to save his girlfriend's life." Klaus remarked by holding up both of their keys.

Ingrid walked grabbed her key and suddenly walked up the stairs. They watched her in confusion but followed suit. She burst into the room where Elijah was looking through items and the older Original turned toward her with a blank expression. "For once in your life, I need you to be honest." She requested from him. "What did you see?"

"You've been lying to us all day. You remember everything." Klaus snarled in betrayal, interrupting her, and jabbed a finger in his direction.

"I remember nothing. For all I know, I was born at a bus stop seven years ago." Elijah argued, glaring at them

"Lie." Klaus growled out and rushed toward him.

Ingrid sped after her husband and stood between them. Elijah narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "Why would I lie? I want out of here as bad as you."

"What's going on?" Rebekah asked curiously, joining them in the room.

Klaus whipped around to face her and pointed at Elijah. "Our brother has been deliberately repressing his memories to keep us trapped here."

"I am not your brother!" Elijah yelled in a loud and slow manner. "And I didn't ask for any of this."

"You most certainly did." Rebekah replied in a stern voice. "It's not like you held a family vote before you decided to erase all of us."

"You ever consider the possibility that perhaps you don't even want me back?" Elijah asked curiously and Ingrid titled her head to the side with pursed lips. "I mean, it seems to me that I make you all incredibly miserable."

"We all make each other miserable." Kol snapped in frustration as he walked into the room.

"Exactly. So if we could allow me to make my point." Ingrid yelled over them, annoyed.

"But through it all, we are family, and we made a vow. Always and forever." Rebekah reminded them all and Ingrid threw her hands up with a loud sigh.

"I made another vow!" Elijah yelled at his sister. "And the woman that I pledged my life to is out there, and she is dying. So, if you believe in any way that-that I am your family, then I'm begging you... I'm begging you... help me." He pleaded desperately.

Ingrid rolled her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. "If we could all shut the fuck up for a moment, I could get to my bloody point and we can leave. Is that acceptable with everyone?" She questioned them loudly causing each to fall silent and look at her in surprise. "Thank you." She expressed bitterly and turned back to Elijah. "I'm going to ask again. What did you see? When Vincent did the spell what did you see?"

"A white corridor. A long white corridor with a red door." Elijah answered, no recollection for what any of it meant.

"That's where you hide the things you don't want to remember." Kol remarked with a relieved smile. "You've been doing it for a thousand years."

Klaus noticed where Ingrid was going and pointed at her, asking her to continue. "What happened?" She asked Elijah, motioning for him to continue.

Elijah closed his eyes and spoke slowly. "I tried to open the door. The handle was on fire. It was a searing heat. I mean, I've been in broad daylight without my ring, and I've never, ever experienced any heat like it."

"The truth is behind that door. All your torment, your guilt. It's all behind that door." Ingrid commented darkly and licked her lips. "Like the memory of me killing Hayley. The woman you loved more than anyone."

"The woman I love is Antoinette." Elijah argued sternly, exhausted by their attempted.

"How can Antoinette possibly hold a candle to Hayley, to the way that you felt about her? You loved her." Rebekah explained emotionally.

"I mean, did I? Did I really?" Elijag challenged them with a shake of his head and an amused smirk. "Are you sure that my feelings weren't simply the product of my ridiculous crusade to try and save you? Any excuse whatsoever just to maintain that pathetic entanglement... of always and forever." He threw in their face causing Klaus to glare furiously at him.

"The storm's escalating." Rebekah said as the thunder grew louder above their heads. "We're running out of time."

Klaus threw his hands up and paced frantically. "We're wasting it rehashing ten centuries of separation anxiety, and none of this has anything to do with our vow."

"It has everything to do with our vow. Ingrid has never left you. Elijah in his right mind would never leave you! " Rebekah reminded him, speaking loudly against the thunder.

"But he did leave!" Klaus bellowed and Ingrid's safe softened when she noticed his heartbreak. "Elijah was always there for me. Swooping in when my rage got the better of me, setting me on a path to redemption. For a thousand years, he made me need him. My brother was my greatest ally. He was the only one who could give me a chance of being worthy of Hope and Eirik. And he was my best friend. You killed him. And I hate you for that." He sneered furiously at the shell of his older brother.

The four Originals holding the Hollow gasped out in pain and Klaus watched them all in concern. Kol clutched at his heart and sunk down to his knees. "Hope's taking the power from us. There's no stopping it."

"It's too late." Rebekah gasped out and her hand flew over her chest.

They fell to their knees in front of each other, groaning out in pain, and the bright blue light emitted itself from them before joining together. Once it was gone, the four fell back against the wet concrete, unconscious.

Klaus watched in worry and heard them stir a few moments later. He rushed toward Ingrid and helped her sit up as Marcel walked into the courtyard, holding up a key. "Elijah's key, I got it."

"How did you find it?" Rebekah asked in confusion and sat up slowly.

"Well... Kol's key was in As You Like It. Act one, scene three. "Now go we in content to liberty, not banishment." Hope knows you can't stay. She's setting you free." Marcel explained to the wildest Mikaelson. "Rebekah, she put yours on the necklace that you gave her, hidden somewhere safe and secret."

"Just like I hid her when she was a baby." Rebekah reminisced with a small smile.

"Klaus found his in letters he wrote to Ingrid." Marcel continued on, looking at his former sire. "Ma found hers hidden in her office attached to her dagger." He nodded to his mother then looked at the last Mikaelson. "Elijah has been a lot of things to me over the years. After you ripped my heart out, all you represent to me is death."

"Yeah..." Ingrid breathed out with a sad look on her face.

"After what happened the other day, Hope sees you the same way. Your key was in a coffin, in the dungeon." Marcel explained and held the key out to Elijah, who took it.

"Come on. Let's be done with my daughter's maze of metaphors." Klaus suggested and helped Ingrid off the ground. The six of them walked toward the door and put their keys into their locks. When the door unlocked, they all walked through to find a long, white corridor.

Ingrid glanced around her and groaned loudly. "Are you joking?"

Kol watched the door close behind them and threw his hands up in exasperation. "Oh, bloody hell. Now we're in Elijah's mental maze. Of all the hells I've had to endure..."

"Right?" Ingrid remarked in the same tone and rolled her dark brown eyes.

Elijah stopped walked and gritted his teeth together. "The door. What is this, Hope's revenge? Imprison me till I reclaim all of my memories, forcing me to accept accountability for all of this?"

"Well, as much as I love a cherry on top of a scheme... I have somewhere else to be." Kol dismissed himself and gestured to a white door with the letter K on it. He opened the door and walked through, disappearing from their sight.

Marcel approached his door decorated with a golden M and spared one last glance at Ingrid before he disappeared as well.

Elijah grabbed the handle of the red door and struggled to open it, throwing his body toward it. Klaus stared at him for a moment then attempted to leave through the door with the letter N. However, Rebekah called out and tried to reason with him. "Nik, we can't just leave him here."

"He can find his own way out." Klaus snapped angrily, turning toward her.

"We made a vow." Rebekah reminded strongly.

Klaus pointed a finger at himself and began to dismissed her. "I made a vow to my brother. That's just the man who betrayed us and almost got Hope killed."

"I thought the same thing about you once. Do you remember our mother? Before all of the turmoil? Because I do." Rebekah responded and walked toward him. "I remember when she would put flowers in my braid, and I remember when she would sing to us in the morning. And then you killed her."

"I killed her." Ingrid admitted dully and Rebekah turned toward her with wide eyes. "I strangled her to death after she refused to undo Niklaus' curse."

"I took the blame because I didn't want anyone being mad at Ingrid. It was more believable that I killed mother." Klaus explained then scoffed in exasperation. "Why are you bringing this up now?"

"Because we are capable of doing terrible things, but we are also capable of forgiveness." Rebekah replied and placed a hand on Ingrid's shoulder. "Ingrid, I forgive you. See? Forgiveness."

"Uh, okay." Ingrid mused awkwardly and smiled slightly. "Thanks."

"It's just a door, Elijah! Open it!" Klaus snapped at him in aggravation after listening to him slam against it multiple times. "Go on, Rebekah. We'll be right behind you, both of us." He promised her and Rebekah walked toward her door, passing through without any hesitation. Klaus looked at his wife with an affectionate smile and placed a hand on her cheek. "Go on ahead, love."

"No. I'm not leaving you." She rejected sternly with a shake of her head.

"It'll be okay. I promise. Now go." He encouraged, placing a tender kiss on her lips.

Ingrid slowly backed away, staring at him with a reluctant expression, and made it to the white door with a golden I. She gripped the handle tightly in her hand and glanced at him, making sure he still wanted her to leave. When he nodded his head, she sighed and opened her door before strolling through and disappearing from his sight. She woke up on the ground of St. Anne's church and noticed the same circle from the ritual seven years ago. Kol and Marcel walked over to held her up and she nodded in appreciation.

"Where's Klaus?" Marcel asked in concern.

"He stayed to help Elijah." Ingrid answered breathlessly and leaned against Kol for support. "Kol, carry me."

"No." He rejected with a scoff and dropped her body back down to the floor.

She landed on the ground with a loud groan and Marcel rushed to held her back up. Ingrid waved a hand in dismissal with a small laugh and placed a hand on his cheek. "I'm fine, sweetheart." She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at him in concern. "I've been meaning to ask, why are you covered in blood?"

However before he could respond, Klaus woke up a few feet away with a gasp. He sat up and stared at Elijah, waiting for him to make any movement. Elijah lied flat on his back and stared up at the ceiling, blinking a few times. He then sat up and glanced around at his family intensely as his eyes welded in regretful tears.

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