Both he and Isabella shifted awake when the crying filtered through the baby monitor, Nicola making her presence known. "I'll check on her," Jeremy said softly, kissing her cheek. Isabella had been up late last night with her, trying to get her to sleep, and Amadeo was quaranteed at Jacqueline's with the flu.

"Love you," she murmured, and he smiled as he got out of bed.

He padded down the hall to the nursery, quietly opening the door. He headed to her crib and picked her up, slowly rocking her and murmuring quiet noises in order to sooth her back to sleep.

"Good girl," he said, as her eyes lidded closed, and smiled. He dropped a kiss on her forehead and gently placed her back in the crib, then left the nursery, carefully shutting the door behind him.

When he turned around, he stopped cold. He was not in his hallway. He was in a gigantic ballroom, wearing an undershirt and a pair of pajama pants.

What...was going on?