If it does return, I hope it starts from episode one.
For me, it doesn't get much better than this folks:
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Inside a speeding train, sits a young attractive woman, with long dark hair. Deep in thought, she looks out into the night, at a quarter moon high above.
"My name is Victoria Winters. My journey is beginning. A journey
that I hope will open the doors of life to me and link my past with
my future."
Below the moon sits a mighty house.
"A journey that will bring me to a strange dark place, to the edge of the sea, high atop Widows' Hill. A house called Collinwood. A world I've never known with people I've never met."
Behind a window in the great house stands a woman. She opens the window and reveals herself to be an older woman of great beauty, but dark and forboding, like the mansion itself. Draped in a black low-cut evening gown, dripping with pearls and sparkling with diamonds, she looks out at the world with apprehension. Her dark hair is piled high upon her head like a crown.
"People, who tonight are still only a shadow in my mind, but will fill
the days and nights of my tomorrows."
Inside, a man grabs a crystal decanter and pours a drink. He is tall, slender, and fair. He approaches the woman from behind. He stops and sums her up with a look of disapproval. With his words, startles her.
"A watched pot never boils...to coin a phrase."
"Don't you think you ought to look in on your son?."
"The little monster's asleep and I'm delighted." He sips his courage. "I choose my words with infinite wisdom."
Annoyed, the woman quickly turns to face him, "Roger, you're a fool!"
He retorts, "Not one-tenth the fool you are, my dear." She turns away. He continues his assessment: "Look at you. Standing at the window looking out in the night, waiting for someone who should never have been asked to come here in the first place."
Turning her back to him, she states, "She'll work out very well, I'm
sure."
He challenges her, "Doing what? Holding my little son's hand?
Comforting you when the shutters creak?" He states seriously,
"Elizabeth, with all our ghosts we don't need any strangers in this
house, and you know it."
"I think I can be the judge of that," she states calmly, reminding him who makes the decisions that affect the lives of those in the great house.
He pleads, "You don't even know the girl, Elizabeth; I'm your own brother. I'm only thinking of your own welfare. Why bring somebody all the way up from New York to do something we're perfectly capable of handeling ourselves?"
She quickly turns to Roger and announces with authority, "Because I choose to do so!"
Roger condescends. "Oh come to your senses, Elizabeth. When the girl arrives, give her a month's salary and tell her to go back where she came from." Elizabeth turns away, hiding the look of concern that adorns her lovely face. Angered by her stubborn refusal to listen, he raises his arm and shouts, "Why don't you open the doors and let the whole town come trouping through the house and have done with it?"
Again, she turns to face him. "The girl will stay." Believing that to
be the last word, the mistress of Collinwood begins to leave the room.
"You are a fool, Elizabeth," his comment stopping her dead in her
tracks. "Yes you are. Inviting problems..."
Interupting, she puts her brother in his place, "The only problem I've invited is standing here before me at this moment." She adds, "I've asked Miss Winters to live here, and she'll stay."
Realizing that the last word on the subject has been spoken, Roger bows while raising his glass in mock surrender. Elizabeth exits the room. He follows her to the door. After she disappears from view he raises his left hand to his mouth in a jester of panic. Within seconds, the glass in his right hand shatters under the weight of his own fears.
