Morning comes over the great estate of Collinwood. A bright new day which ushers in a quiet peace unlike its residents have ever known. Barnabas Collins, Julia Hoffman, and Professor Stokes have returned from their long and frightening journey from the year 1841. The ghosts of Gerard Stiles and Daphne Harridge have been appeased. The reign of terror they brought to Collinwood forgotten by all except those who made the excursion back through to years to set things right. The stately manor was as they remembered it before their return from parallel time so many months ago. Their actions while in the past, erasing the tragic happenings which occurred in the timeline before their intervention.  They had arrived back in 1971 just in time to join the rest of the family for the opening of the new historical center in Collinsport. They returned home late, and Elizabeth had persuaded Barnabas to spend the night at Collinwood. He now sat across the table in the kitchen with Julia sipping coffee and peering out the window at the beautiful dawn that he had feared so often he would never see again. Finally, he was free from the curse that had plagued him for so many dreadful years. He knew this time it would be for good. In his soul, he had the assurance that the curse was forever gone. The nagging doubts and fears that beset him during the experiments of Dr Hoffman and Dr. Lang did not even bother him in the least. This time, the curse had been lifted by the very one who had imposed it in the first place. The sounds of the birds chirping in the trees outside the mansion brought a feeling of aliveness and refreshing Barnabas had not known since before he had become the loathsome beast that warred with his very being. Julia poured another cup of coffee for them both, and then retaking her seat, tilted her head with that very familiar lilt that he had so often seen when she had something troubling on her mind.

“Oh Barnabas, Do you think Desmond destroyed Quentin’s staircase like he said he would?” she asked with a touch of uncertainty in her voice. “We can only hope, Julia.” he said wistfully. “Desmond knew very well how important it was. I can’t help but wonder how he and Leticia fared in their lives after that dreadful nightmare was over”

Her lips pursed as she pondered it in her mind. “We can always read the family history to see what it says, Barnabas.” She exclaimed. “You do realize that what we did back there changed history, so the old records we know so well, will be completely different than what we remember.”  He nodded acknowledgement as he sipped his coffee. He hadn’t enjoyed coffee like this since his own era.  “Let’s go have a look at those journals now, Julia”, he said as he rose from his chair. Julia arose with her cup and together they headed for the study where the family histories were stored.