What's going on at Collinwood seems to me to be terrifically scary - scarier than the haunting by Quentin's ghost was. David and Amy initially acquiesced to that haunting. But all we've seen of Hallie - Hallie herself - is that she's scared of everything. Scared when Barnabas and Julia appeared. Scared of a dress that appeared on her bed. Scared of her own shadow. (What a good thing she didn't see the boom shadow off to the side when she and David were talking today!) She's not acquiescing to anything. But that doesn't matter: the forces that have come to Collinwood can grab her whenever they want, anywhere they want. She has no control. The question of her name started to bring her back today, which was interesting: apparently her name is in deep, reasonably inaccessibly part of her psyche. But if her name had not come into question, how long would she have been lost?
Meanwhile, we've been given - in fact, it has been shoved down our throats - clear evidence of a strong friendship between Julia and Quentin, but when Julia told him that Daphne's signature scent was that of lilacs, he didn't say, "Oh, by the way, I realized that the scent in the drawing room this morning was of lilacs." He's a grown-up, and reasonably rational - but Daphne's got him.
Julia wore gloves but no coat when she went into Collinsport today. I like that. She's come a long, long way from the Dr. Hoffman that she was three years ago, but some things haven't changed. Sort of.
