The Mystic Grill is filled with the usual suspects: the Salvatores, the Bennett witch, and the doppelganger. Rebekah sits at a table with a drink in her hand, looking unimpressed. The others are discussing your return Rebekah: “I don't care if she's back. She's always been a pain in my ass.

You all hear a knock on the door.

You sense a familiar presence nearby