For me, it was Randall putting his sister to final rest in 1840.  Very well done scene, from acting to special ef-ex.  It worked perfectly.

Gerard

I would say the I Ching.  Only your consciousness is teleported back (unless you're Barnabas, then you can find your bod getting sucked back as well and end up in a whole lotta trouble), so you're rather impervious to injury (ala Julia), but can still have all the fun.  If things get real hairy, you can zoom right outta there.  Of course, you don't have total control over it; for example, you can inadvertenly get yanked out when you don't want to, but then no method of transportation is perfect.  Just try flying United.  You can end up going where you don't want to, not go at all, or your luggage could find itself in worlds yet to be discovered.

Gerard

I can't figure that out, either.  Didn't he say he'd cross centuries to find Vicki?  And when he does, what does he do?  Sheesh!  If Eve/Danielle Roget wants a guy like that, she may be the most evil woman who ever lived, but also the dumbest.

Gerard

In the very end, I'd say Angelique, especially after her turn-around at the very end.  But then, I'd be interested in seeing what a little night music with Auntie Hannah from 1970PT would've been like.

Gerard

I learned to become a marathon runner.  At first, it was easy.  DS came on at three, and St. Mary's School let out at 2:55.  I and my friend would high-tail it to his house which was only a block away, so we made it in plenty of time.  However, when I switched to Washington Junior High, freedom came at 2:57, and it was a little less than a half-mile from home.  However, I would make it just in time.  

As a matter of fact, because of DS and the distance from Washington Junior High, my parents eventually had to put in new carpeting in the living room.  Just as three o'clock was ready to sound, I would come rushing in the back door (everyone knew to clear outta the way, or risk becoming flattened design patterns on the floor), leap up the steps, pull off my jacket as I tore through the kitchen, enter the corridor which connected the kitchen to the living room.  To the right was the dining room, to the left my bedroom, and in one motion I would throw my jacket through my bedroom door and onto my bed.  As I entered the living room, I would fall to my knees and slide across the carpet to the old black-and-white Admiral TV set and turn it on, just in time to see the opening slide of Collinwood.  After doing that so many times, I literally wore all the material off the carpet, right down to the padding.  After April 1971, there no longer was a reason for me to engage in that athletic event, so in May my parents had new carpeting installed.

Gerard

Things could be so much worse.  We could still have Miss Cleo on our airwaves.

Gerard

Do you still play the organ Gerard?

Although I haven't played in years, Vam, I still could tickle some ivories in a rusty sorta way.  It's like riding a bike - you may wobble a bit if it's been awhile, but you never forget how to do it.  I am glad that my parents made us take music lessons.  At the time, of course, we hated it, but now I really appreciate being able to read music and applying it to certain instruments.  There are certain things everyone should learn how to do:  read music; swim (just enough at least to keep from drowning), and drive a stick-shift.  Once you know how to do all those, the world's your oyster!

As for the organ on which I took lessons (and learned how to play Quentin's Theme), it is now sitting in the garage, covered with dust and cobwebs, half the keys shorted out, the wiring frayed, and I will be putting an ad in the paper telling anyone who wants it can have it for free - just haul it the heck outta here.

Gerard