Catherine, he's trying to possess you! warns Bramwell. There is nothing anyone can do, she says. Yes there is, he insists--you can fight--you must fight! No, she says, there is only one way for us to have peace. You have the willpower! he says urgently. No, Brutus will never set us free, you know that! she says.
Daphne returns to the drawing room, does not find Quentin, and goes upstairs, but before she gets far, someone knocks at the door. It's Randall, and he introduces himself to Daphne after a moment's hesitation. Yes, you're Mrs. Collins' brother, won't you come in, says Daphne. You must be the new governess, says Randall, I'm looking for Quentin. Daphne explains she's been looking for him herself; she doesn't know where he is. I see, says Randall. Daphne excuses herself, saying she'll go look for Quentin and Randall can wait in the drawing room. He asks her if they know each other from somewhere. Daphne says she doesn't believe so. I'm almost certain I've met you before, he says--what is your name? Daphne Harridge, she replies. He says her name and says that nothing comes back. She smiles in relief. I'm not good at names, he says, but I always remember faces.
the fire occurred over a week ago. Barnabas, says Quentin, are you telling us that the room changed over a week ago, with you and Julia in it?Yes, says Barnabas. Then where have you been? queries Quentin. That's the incredible part of our story, he says-we found ourselves transported to the future-to the year 1995. 1995? repeats Liz in disbelief. Barnabas! says Quentin, skeptical, too. (but how?-he's been a werewolf!) It's true, says Julia, we were there, and the two of you must listen to what happened to us. Unless something is done very soon, warns Barnabas, there will be a catastrophe right here at Collinwood. What are you talking about? asks Liz. After we left the West Wing room, says Barn, we came down to the foyer and found the house in ruins-the beams had collapsed, the floors were covered with leaves, no power at all-the house was in a complete shambles. Julia adds, we couldn't imagine what had happened, the entire place was deserted--we went to the cemetery and saw Mrs. Johnson, who was putting flowers on David's grave. This horrifies Liz. Yes, says Barnabas, according to the tombstone, David had died in 1970. You must have imagined it! insists a stricken Liz. You must listen, says Barn, as don't have much time to prevent what's going to happen. Time for what? asks Quentin. The disaster is due to happen very shortly, says Barnabas.
You cannot leave that girl there--she must be found before you feel the pain, because you will, you can't stop turning into him now, you can't! He leans against the mirror, gazing at his reflection. It looks like there are two Cyrus'. I can't call them at Collinwood; Yaeger saw to that! I can call Barnabas! He picks up the phone and dials.
There's no reason to treat her like some kind of a special case, insists Michael--now that you serve us, you must forget all that happened before. I cannot forget that Julia risked her life for me, insists Barnabas--I cannot take her life and won't let anyone else do it, either. I don't! cries Michael, you can't let sentimentality make you careless!--she is now an ENEMY! I refuse to regard her as such, says Barnabas--neither will you, and the subject is closed. Furious, Barnabas leaves the shop.
Evan answers the door and admits Quentin and Jamison. Quentin told me we're going to see the future, says Jamison. Evan cautions him--it doesn't always work. Jamison asks about the table in front of the fireplace. That's more of an altar, says Evan--look directly into the flame, and while I'm talking, you're to concentrate very hard and keep looking into the flame--or the spell will be broken.
After Maggie is gone, Amy sits up. "How was that?" she asks David, and he lauds her performance. You almost had me worried, he praises--now we must make sure Carolyn goes to the cottage to get Chris. Amy wonders why. You don't have to know, answers David. Amy wants to know what Chris has to do with all this. How should I know? he answers. Hearing Maggie's voice, Amy sags back down on the bed. Carolyn and Maggie come in, speculating on what's wrong with the child.
David told him the dream, says Willie Mrs. Johnson returned from Boston and told David, and so it goes on. Barnabas says Willie will have the dream tonight, bringing him one step closer to it himself. Willie doesn't want to have the dream. Barnabas assures him he has nothing to fear--HE is the intended victim of the dream curse--time is running out for him. Fight her, urges Willie. Barnabas can't think of how. You must do something, insists Willie, but Barn says he tried to destroy her before, back in the very beginning.
Barnabas takes a sheet of paper out of the desk and demands a signed confession exonerating Vicki and Peter of their crimes. Nathan tells him he's wrong, but Barnabas yanks him from the chair--I'm not going to argue with you, ordering, "Write that confession!" Nathan refuses to incriminate himself, but Barnabas believes he'd rather be in prison than die in this room.If you need my help that desperately, points out Nathan cagily, you can't afford to kill me--I don't want to go to jail, so we should agree on a compromise. Barnabas once again grabs Nathan's throat, telling him there will be no compromise--he'll write and sign the confession!
Meanwhile, Sam and Joe arrive home to find Maggie very excited
John shows Liz where she needs to sign the legal paperwork he brought to her. This trust fund can't be touched by anyone? she asks. The principal can't even be touched by David, he assures her--and the interest guarantees him security for he rest of his life. (I wish I were him.) He takes the papers and places them in his briefcase. And this goes on in perpetuity? asks Liz. It goes on as long as we have a monetary system, John assures her--it assures him of an education and an income--but I must point out to you that this trust fund you've set up is going to put you in a slight bind, financially. Liz chuckles and asks what does he want her to do--go around and make sure all the lights are out? John laughs, too, and says nothing that serious--but there isn't any loose money lying around, and when you took over Roger's interest in the company, you tied up nearly all your own cash to do it.
Liz, perturbed, asks Vicki when she decided to leave us? A little while ago, says Vicki--it's not something I wanted to do. Then why go at all? asks Liz. Because I must, says Vicki. Are you sure it's only about David? asks Liz. Mostly, says Vicki, yes--I know I thought about leaving before, but somehow I never did it--I always thought things would straighten themselves out--but now I see it's impossible. Because it isn't easy? asks Liz--very little in life is easy, Miss winters, I should think you of all people would know that."You're going to be sorry you ever came here"--that's what David said to me a little while ago, Vicki tells her--standing in that doorway--those words. So you're afraid of him, too, says Liz--I shouldn't be surprised. It isn't that, says Vicki, I wasn't thinking about fear. Of course you are, says Liz--David threatened you, just as he threatened his father--and then he tampered with the brakes on his car--why shouldn't you be afraid of him--heaven knows, I am. YOU? asks Vicki in disbelief. Yes, admits Liz, but not for myself--for him--for David--she closes the doors, not seeing David standing there