This episode is the saddest of all, so tragic that it's hard to write about. Superlative acting from JF and SS, from everybody, really.
Farewell, Sharon Smyth.
Ben finds Barnabas in the woods. Barnabas admits, with shame, that he hasn't been looking for Sarah. Ben turns away in horror. In his unique and terrible loneliness, Barnabas pleads, Don’t turn away. The things I am doing are not my fault. Ben relents.
Thrilling work by TD as Ben finds poor Sarah, who is unable to speak. Ben understands perfectly about posttraumatic stress disorder, although it wouldn't be called that for two centuries. Gently he persuades her to let him carry her home.
Real water is streaming down the front of the Great House when Ben arrives, carrying Sarah in his arms. Both are soaking wet. Later, Sarah smiles at him from her sickbed.
Once again, Millicent shows her caring side, dotty though she is.
Ben sneaks back to the mausoleum after sunset and tries unsuccessfully to talk Barnabas out of going to see Sarah. Don't tell me what to do! Barnabas snarls at him. Barnabas is hoping that Sarah will realize she has nothing to fear from him. As he goes out, Ben suddenly says, Wait. Barnabas turns around angrily, thinking that Ben will try to dissuade him again, but Ben continues, You'll need my help. Barnabas is still human enough to answer, Thank you.
Ben gives Sarah a new doll, as he promised. This is the very same doll that Sarah will lend to Maggie a long time from now.
At Sarah's bedside, Barnabas can’t help saying the fatal words as he implores her, Please forgive me, Sarah--I love you so. Her last words are a promise that she will keep into eternity: I love you, Barnabas. I always will.