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The Abattoir [Alaïa walks into the living room and sees Klaus as looks back her.]
Alaïa: Klaus.
Klaus: I know that look, you need something. Whatever it is, it can wait. I'm off to talk to Marcel.
Alaïa: We need to talk about Hope's future.
Klaus: She's seven. We're her parents, Hope will go where we go.
Alaïa: Klaus, we need to have a very real conversation about what's best for her.
Klaus: Yes, there are a couple of conversations that need to happen, but we're late.
[ Alaia goes upstairs to Hope's room .]
Alaïa: Hey, sweetie, drawing something?
The Hollow : Yes.
Alaïa: [ smiles and looks down at Hope's drawing] What's that supposed to be? A snowstorm? So... now that all this trouble's behind us, I thought that we could have a chat about what happens next. [ sits down next to Hope as she sighs softly] I know that you want to have a normal life with friends and school and art and sports and... [looks at Hope and noticed something was off.] Hey. You okay baby?
The Hollow: I'm fine.
Alaïa: Hope, if you're worried about the Hollow, don't be. Everything's okay now, I promise.
The Hollow: Can I go back to my drawing?
Alaïa: Sure, yeah.
[Alaïa gets up and from the bed and starts walking towards the door and looks at Hope one last. Alaïa couldn't get but get this feeling that something was wrong with Hope but she couldn't figure it out.]
[Later Alaïa was sitting down on the couch talking with Rebekah. Rebekah rubs her swollen belly as she smiles feeling the baby kick.]
