"Oh, there's no need for an ambulance," Mandy informs casually strutting into the living room. She kneels next to Eleanor, eyes still closed, and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. "It should be out of her system by morning. It wasn't that much."

"Be out of her system?" Jasper repeats with gritted teeth.

"Sorry," she replies attitudinally. Fidgeting with a tiny vial between her fingers she adds, "I guess the former Princess can't party like she used to."

After balancing his lethargic girlfriend's back upright against the couch, he lunges for Mandy.

"You drugged her?!" he fumes snatching the miniscule bottle.

Earl plants himself between the two. "Now, let's all hold on; I'm sure there's an explanation."

With a firm hand planted against his forehead, Jasper rips the cell from his pocket and wordlessly dials Rosie. "You're fucking crazy. The both of you," he fumes, lightly shaking and pointing between them.

"What're you gonna do, Jas?" Mandy taunts flopping onto the ragged sofa. "She isn't the Princess anymore. Nor are you that nauseating 'heroic' bodyguard. But I mus tsay.. Lenny sure is fun to fuck with." She lightly giggles adding, "literally, and metaphorically."

Earl disappointingly shakes his head amongst the banter, delicately placing a glass of water in Eleanor's unresponsive hands. He supports the cup against her weak grasp while keeping an eye on his girlfriend and son.

Once Jasper's cell phone is voluntarily launched across the room, he uncontrollably catapults himself inches from Mandy. His chest heaves as he spits, "she never did anything other than open her heart to you. You should have been imprisoned- killed, you ungrateful little bitch."

Mandy challenges her ex-boyfriend, staring into his eyes emotionless. "I could say the same, Jas."

The door is drop kicked open as Eleanor's Uncle Cyrus casually strolls inside. He cringes at his surroundings pressing the forefront of his soiled t-shirt. "Well, shit." Pressing a finger against an unidentified spongy material on the wall, he adds, "Who would have thought a shack in the middle of Nevada would be inferior to Zimbabwe?"

His niece lightly coughs as Jasper hoists her upright. Her heavy eyelids lightly raise as she slurs, "Either I'm really.. really fucked up, or my I'm stranded in the depths of hell with my demonic uncle."

"Both!" Mandy briskly replies nearing the previous King of England. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Samantha."

Jasper holds Eleanor close to his chest, enforcing an influx of water.

"Oh," Cyrus replies, shaking Samantha's hand with a grin. "So you're the infamous 'Mandy'," he adds with an eyebrow raise. "Pleasure."

Mandy wordlessly makes her way to the kitchen grasping a fifth of Jim Beam. "Drink?" She elevates her voice opening the bottle of whiskey.

Cyrus makes eye contact with Jasper before looking to his sedated niece. ".. I think I'll pass."

Jasper elevates his body hovering over Eleanor. "And where the fuck did you come from?!"

Using a nonchalant finger directed behind him, a collegiate of armed men and women storm the shack from behind."Sorry, I forgot to introduce my friends," he announces.

"Oh my God, Is she okay?!" Olivia rushes from behind the squad to Eleanor's side.

"She'll be fine in a few hours. Make sure she's drinking water," Jasper replies slowly raising to his feet. He keeps a sturdy eye on the swat team. "Look- if you want to take me; here I am. But this does not involve Eleanor." His voice wavers as he elevates his hands.

Cyrus chuckles stroking his chin. "You handsome, handsome fool." He monotonously smirks as his nephew enters the confined area. "Do you really think I'd come all the way to America- come to this shit hole just to have you arrested?" Each deputy's gun is directed at Mandy and Earl. "No offense, Senior Frost. All this place needs is a little sprucing up."

"Shut up, Uncle," Liam scoffs rushing to his sister's side.

Ophelia crosses her arms placing herself in the center of the room. "Uncle Frank was in the Air Force for 20 years," she informs Jasper, confidently placing each hand on either hip.

"It's true." Frank lowers his gun as the rest of his team maintains their target. "I'm not my brother. And I want to prove that in any way I can."

The confrontation is interrupted by Eleanor suddenly dry heaving.

"We need to get her out of here," Ophelia announces holding the weight of her friend's head in her hand.

2 Hours Later

Ophelia closely watches Liam pace the motel room back and forth. He tensely holds his fingers intertwined behind his neck with elbows extended. She runs a dampened cloth across Eleanor's forehead waiting for the drug to drain from her body. She's much more responsive, and mostly just confused and tired.

"Where's Rosie? Why did you follow us?" Jasper interrogates, mirroring Liam's tense actions.

Cyrus chuckles spreading his body across one of the motel beds. "I may as well salvage the minimal family members I have left, shouldn't I?"

Jasper wipes both hands across his face before refilling Eleanor's glass of water. "That answers virtually nothing, but thanks.. as always, Cyrus."

"Don't be ungrateful, you little shit," he reprimands. "If it weren't for me, you'd still be on the premises of that con artist."

"Cyrus." Liam heatedly hops to his feet, firmly referencing his hand to Jasper. "Rosie is holding fort at the palace. And our uncle is here because.." He winces looking to Cyrus. ".. He's a bloody cock roach. The bloke is indestructible." He adamantly raids the mini bar held in the tiny refrigerator.

"Be careful nephew, I don't know if you can afford the booze," Cyrus notes with a laxidasical finger pressed against his lips.

"He's right Liam," Eleanor slurs from the bed.

Jasper's cocks his gun, suddenly forcing the barrel against Cyrus' temple. He collectively asks, "What did my father do?"

Cyrus slaps a firm hand against his forehead. "Not that con artist, you daft-"

"We have reason to believe that Mandy was in England upon your father's arrival," Liam interjects. "She may have never even left."

"Excuse me?" The statement tremendously sobers Eleanor, abruptly sitting up. Ophelia comfortingly leans her back against the pillow.

"Guys." Ophelia's large blue eyes dart between the three men before her. "Think you can take this conversation outside?" She jerks her head toward the door looking between them and Eleanor. "She needs rest."

"She's right," Jasper says placing his hands in his pockets. He nears the side of her bed delicately kissing Eleanor's forehead.

"No," Eleanor's demands groggily. "I need to know what's.." she deeply yawns shutting her eyes. ".. what's going on."

"I'll watch after her," Ophelia speaks to him above a whisper.

"Thanks Phe." Jasper rigidly directs his hand toward him, silently instructing the previous Prince and King of England to follow him outside. "We'll be just a minute, baby. Hang in there." He kisses Eleanor on the forehead before the three head toward the motel door.