YOU DON'T KNOW WHO I AM,

“I’m glad you think that…because I think that too.” Mason teased his father. “Not to be disrespectful but the food is better than yours…” Mason continued.  

“No offense taken, you can just cook for now on.” Stefan teased. “The food is really good though, I agree.”

“I don’t think anyone has ever described me as spunky. Certainly not confident. How did we know each other? What did Mina do for fun?”

“I saw Hazel… having fun? That is debatable… At least the food is good…” Mason admitted he did like his food. “You’re lucky I can’t say no to you…or else I would be at home right now…” Mason stated.

“I saw your sister too.” Stefan admitted, nodding as he listened to his son. “Well we don’t have to stay much longer, and I appreciate you coming along.”

“Well, you met Mina in the twenties anyways. Do you think, um…do you think you could maybe tell me what she was like? What I was like?”

“And why am I so polite.? because of you my dear father.”

“So…not to be rude, but just how old are you? I mean, based on clothing alone, that had to be some time around the nineteen-twenties when I saw you in that memory thing.”

“I’m sorry,” Alice whispered, her gaze dropping. “But you can understand why I might be a bit hesitant to trust you.”

“I never watched the people who threw this dinner massacre people,” Alice blurted before she could stop herself. While she and Atticus believed that her visions were images from past lives, it was still just a theory.