I heard from David Woodard today. He has a patient he'd like help with. After what happened the last time, I would have turned him down, except that he told me of the preliminary results to the blood tests. They intrigued me...as he knew they would...

I spoke with David Woodard again today...wondered why I hadn't received the bloodtests, they were stolen...they believe that the kidnapping of the patient and the disappearance of blood samples were linked somehow...but what could anyone have feared would turn up in the blood?

Maggie Evans is my patient. Dave Woodard didn't come out and say it, but they brought her her as much for her safety as for my care. However she came to be here, I'm glad. She is in a childlike state. I have had several sessions with her, but she is not improving. Her blood tests...I can't believe what I've seen in her blood. I must find out what happened to her...

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David Woodard was here today. I'm still angry at his meddling, but I doubt that Sam Evans will give me any more trouble. It would be worth it for that alone, but my patient has been set back days in her progress. If only I knew what the song "London Bridges" could mean to her...How surprised Dave was when I agreed that the tests showed that strangeness of Maggie's blood to be an 'unholy union'. More and more I can understand why the kidnapper felt the need to take the sample of blood. It is so unique that it is like having the fingerprint of a criminal in hand. At night as I lay awake, I think of what it can mean, and my thoughts lead me to conclusions that can not be true. If only Maggie would remember more...

I thought Dave was wrong in showing the sketch of the girl to Maggie. I was right, and I was wrong. Maggie is asleep, sedated, only the fact that she did seem to recognize the child in the picture can resign me to the obvious set-back to her progress. The song London Bridges echoes endlessly from her room when she is not sedated. If only Dave had left it to me to show her the picture in my own time...

Maggie is starting to remember more things, all of them leading her to unpleasant memories, one's she will not remember. She remembered the cemetery today. It can not be coincidence that they found her in one, the one near Collinsport. It is not so far that I cannot take her there myself. When I suggested taking Maggie to a familiar place Woodard seemed to think it might be a good idea until I mentioned the cemetery. His reaction surprised me, in fact his whole visit has me perplexed. He accused me of being secretive about this case. He knows my methods, and we have argued before when I have kept a patient's confidence. What does he suspect that he badgers me for more information than I have to give him? I do want to know the truth, need to know the truth...I believe it will help Maggie to heal, but I believe it just might lead me to much, much, more. I have continued the experiements on Maggie's blood samples, and have taken to locking the results in my private safe. I would do that with the blood too, if I could without arousing suspicion...

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Against Dave's wishes I took Maggie to the cemetery - Eagle Hill. I could have laughed how easy it was to assure Dave I wouldn't take her there. But as I told him I was willing to take that risk. A few sticky moments when we showed up at Dave's door, but with Maggie so upset I didn't want to drive all the way back to Wyndcliffe this evening.

I couldn't sleep so I got up to find a book. Nothing to my taste except for a few books on local history. Collins...The Collins involved in Maggie's state must be one of them. The history book reads like a fairy tale. I know too much about human nature to believe that they were as the book portrays. Dave presses me for a suspect...I have a family full...I've got to find the one who did this before the police. I've had an idea. Dave can help me put into motion. A way to get into the Collins home, and with any luck their lives. At the very least it will at least make it possible for me to meet the family. I have to have the idea firmly fixed, before I approach David Woodard with it...

I have come away from Collinwood with almost as many questions as I went there with. I found out so much from the young woman, Victoria Winters...I tested the names on Maggie Evans...Her reaction at the name of Barnabas Collins, a man illusive, out of time. His home a monument to the past... The portrait in that beautiful room could have been a portrait of Maggie...I think I have found what I was looking for...Who is Barnabas Collins? That strange coldness this afternoon when I stood in that room with Miss Winter. I can't get it out of my mind. A ghost? Strange things are going on at Collinwood. Maybe the question is not who is Barnabas Collins, but what is Barnabas Collins?

(entries cover the time period from episode pre261 to episode 285)