Collinwood - Believe me, Edward tells Kitty, the longer you hold onto your delusions, the harder it will be to get rid of them. I saw Barnabas, she asserts. You saw someone who resembled him, corrects Edward--now say it! (How chauvinistic)! Bemused, she says, I can say whatever you want, but it doesn't make it true, it just means I'm trying to please you. I thought I was helping you, he says, wounded. You are, she says, enormously, but sometimes the world is a strange place. "And things are not always what they seem," he points out--"like the man in the woods."--it wasn't Barnabas. You are a bulldog, an adorable bulldog, she teases, about to go in for a kiss, but the front door opens, distracting them, Quentin enters and reports, I went to the cave, opened the coffin--Barnabas was there, the stake still in his heart. Kitty's mouth drops open in horror. Edward puts an arm around her--I know this isn't pleasant for you to hear, he says, but for your peace of mind, you must. "You didn't see Barnabas, but Quentin did--you did, didn't you?" asks Edward. You still doubt me, says Q. I'm still trying to make sure, that's all, says Edward. BE sure, says Q, you can rest your mind--he holds up Barnabas' ring, reminding him, I could only have gotten it in one place, and you saw it on him in the coffin. Yes, agrees Edward, sickened, it was his ring. "It's his ring," says Kitty, now Josette--"please, give it to me." No, says Edward, you'll only upset yourself. Please, she begs, taking it into her hand. "My beloved and I have so little." "Kitty, my dear," murmurs Edward, beside himself, "why are you looking at me like that--I only want to help you!" I know what you want, she cries, you want to take it from me, but you can't--and she runs upstairs with the ring securely in her hand.
Julia walks through the woods, musing that Nicholas was lying when he said he didn't know where Barnabas was. He must know! Or maybe he doesn't. He was anxious to get me out of there, after he went to the window and looked out at the sky. The sun will be going down soon, then he'll take some kind of action. But. . .what?
He sends her back to Collinwood with a kiss on her hand and warns her to watch for questions about the changes in her. She responds obediently and he says he has every confidence in her.
Magda carries the box containing Petofi's hand through the woods. The wind blows, and the gypsy is nervous. She walks into a cave, Barnabas' new home, and assures him, "No one followed me--I had to see you." Why did you bring the hand? Barnabas asks. Quentin came to the Old House, wanting to see the cure I have, says Magda--tomorrow there is a full moon--I told Quentin that we will have to wait until the moon starts to rise before we use it--I made him leave, but I know Quentin will come looking for this. "The hand of the legendary Count Petofi," says Barnabas--Oh, Magda!"--I'm afraid of it, he confesses, afraid it will change Quentin in 1897 and Chris Jennings in the present--don't forget, there is a man in another century locked in the secret room in the mausoleum, a man who has changed into a werewolf and cannot change back--it seems like such a chance, we know nothing about what this hand can or cannot do. It's evil and good, explains Magda.
Where have you been? asks Liz--I've been worried about you. Oh, I was outside, he says, I came in the back way. Where are you going now? she asks him. For a glass of milk, he says. David, she says, do you know where Miss Winters is? Isn't she in her room? he asks. No, she isn't, says Liz. I guess she must have taken a walk or something, says David--I think I'll have a piece of pie, too--I'm starved! Liz looks perplexed--and concerned.Vicki continues to call to David to open the door, unaware that he's long gone. She gazes with fear at the lightning, hears creepy sounds, and clings to the door.
Do you know what it means, our being here? asks Frank. We're searching about the past of someone called Laura Murdoch, says Vicki. It means more than that, insists Frank--you think that Mrs. Collins--Laura Murdoch Collins--had something to do with what happened to Mrs. Stoddard last night, don't you? I don't know, says Vicki. But you do suspect there's some connection between the "L" or Laura Murdoch buried here and Mrs. Collins, right? he asks. Yes, she says, I guess so, she must be her ancestor.
In the foyer, Vicki finds Carolyn, who is about to get together with Buzz, in one of her defiant, flippant moods, which changes to shock and sorrow when Vicki tells her about Maggie's death. Shaken, she asks Vicki for details, and tells her how sorry she is. When Vicki suggests that she stay in, however, Carolyn returns to bitchy biker chick mode and refuses.
Angelique caresses Barnabas' hair. She knows he almost told Josette about her, but that isn't important. His family knows now, and will want to see him. If he doesn't keep his mouth shut about her to them, Josette will die. One word, and Josette is doomed!
Roger returns to tell Jeff that Vicki isn't in her bed, although she was at earlier in the evening. They both find it unusual. Jeff mentions that the front door was open when he arrived. Jeff leaves to look for her.
Julia tells Barnabas that Liz is in bad shape--this is one shock she may not recover from--she had a serious relapse because of Vicki's leaving, and Liz associates it with a slow kind of death, the kind she thinks is coming for her. It's all in her mind, surely, protests Barnabas. It's a very real threat to Liz, Julia assures him--I've given her a sedative, and perhaps in the morning, her outlook will be better. Barnabas fears Liz will be worse. Julia says she has no answers, but Liz does have an alarming preoccupation with death, rooted deeply in her mind--I don't know where or how it began. With Cassandra, says Barnabas--considering she and Liz hated each other on first sight--it must be a spell Cassandra cast. That doesn't matter now, says Julia, Cassandra is gone. Barnabas supposes she's right.
Midnight. Edward and Barnabas have settled Judith in bed. (She's in a nightgown, who put her into it?) You must stay with her the rest of the night, Barnabas tells Edward--I will keep searching for Dirk; either he's the vampire, or he knows who is. He must be found tonight, says Edward, I don't want her to go through another night like this (he does love his sister). Watch her carefully, advises Barn, especially if she awakens--the vampire might communicate with her or try to lure her from the house. Edward promises not to let her leave. You won't be able to prevent it, says Barn, Judith is completely under his power--let her leave. And have that maniac attack her again? asks Edward. It might be the only way to learn where the coffin is kept, says Barn, and the sooner he's destroyed, the better for Judith.
Carolyn, distraught, enters the drawing room and closes the doors. Upstairs, the door opens; Paul, hair a mess, clings to the railing like a kid learning to walk, stops and gazes down, obviously stoned. Clutching the banister, he totters downstairs. Walking unsteadily, he tries to open the front door. Hearing a sound, Carolyn runs to him, grabbing him before he tries to leave. They're after me, he insists, I've got to get away! She struggles with him--where are you going? she asks. Anywhere away from here, he babbles. Come into the drawing room to talk, she urges. I must get out of here, he says, there's no time for that. No one else is here, she assures him, no one's going to come--please, she begs. Paul relents.
Barnabas asks, is it a heart attack? Yes, a very severe one, says Cyrus--I wish I could be more reassuring, but I can't--I'm sorry, Mrs. Stoddard. Angelique looks overwhelmed with guilt. How much time does he have? asks Barnabas. Is there nothing we can do? asks Liz. I wish there were, says Cyrus. He's just about to leave when Liz suggests calling in another doctor for consultation. Cyrus agrees--but I think we're going to reach the crisis point soon, and I'd better get back to Quentin. I can't believe it, says Liz. Barnabas comforts her. Angelique runs from the room. You must pray that he will live, Cousin, advises Barnabas. Yes, we must have faith, agrees Liz--his life has been such a strange one, so much tragedy, so very much--he can't die now, he can't. Barnabas looks upset and worried.
Collinwood drawing room - Julia tells Eliot I don't see why we have to involve Sebastian Shaw in any of this. The fact is, says Stokes, you and Barnabas have accomplished almost nothing--when you returned to Collinwood, you had six clues to go on, three of them have become reality--the night of the sun and moon turned out to be a lunar eclipse, nothing happened, it was the same with the other two clues, the picnic and unfinished horoscope--nothing happened. Nothing that we KNOW happened! amends Julia, miffed. We must find out before it's too late, insists Stokes--there are only three clues left, somehow, we must be prepared for them. He sucks on a cigarette. How? demands Julia, lovely in lavender. I still think Sebastian Shaw could help us, says Stokes.