Has anyone seen Elena?

I don't know much about heaven, but I'm pretty sure this isn't it. Because I haven't run across any dancing devils with pitchforks either, I'll assume I dodged Hell too.

So, what the hell is going on here? How am I alive? Why is my fridge fully stocked with beer?

So, is there anyone around that can pick a lock? I just locked myself and my daughter out of our apartment. I'd call the landlord, but we don't really have one, do we?

I'm me again. Thank god, Things on my list to not do again, that.

[Caleb]
So, less than a week in crazy town, how're you settling in now that the initial shock wore off?

I don't believe that I've spoken with many people here just yet yet. And while I'm rather bored I thought perhaps I could remedy that. I'm Rebekah.

What's the best way to cure said boredom? Lets call this a poll, shall we?

[Kol]

I've a question that I didn't think to ask until now.

The people here...how much or little have they found out about us? Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline are here....do we have any sort of confirmation on how much or little people know about us that they may or may not have shared and whether or not they are likely to attempt to rid Beacon Hills of our lovely presence while you and Elijah, at least, aren't particularly indestructible?

[Elijah]

So, are you tired of water yet, brother dear?

[Niklaus]

[around 2am]

So sleep is just as elusive here as it ever was back home. Good to know some things never change.

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I just had, quite possibly, some of the best apple pie on the planet. Thank you, Elena. That diner you told me about is officially my favorite place in town.

I have the strongest urge to get blackout drunk.

[filtered away from family and Hayley]

I'm so tired of family drama. It's exhausting.

I didn't imagine my ideal morning waking up to a tree stump. But it makes me wonder why I did.

Sammy? What's going on? What did you do?