Angelique 18 Date: 1/7/02 1:12:06 PM Central Standard Time From: Aesgaard Before the locked door to the West Wing, Quentin stood guard as Angelique worked her magic on the lock. With a click, they pushed it open and secreted themselves through. Moving his way through the cobwebbed and dusty furniture against the wall, Quentin felt a pang of regret. It was always so clean and bright in his day. He had come through here often before, but now it was a mere shade of what it once was. "I don't get it." He looked around lost. "Where is it ? There ought to be a door here !!" "It's been closed up." Angelique became sorry for Quentin. "Judith sealed Trask inside. Your painting can't be here." Quentin noticed a trace of movement in the room at the end of the hall. Glancing to Angelique, he turned up an eyebrow and headed down the corridor. The end of the hall opened up on two doors to one of the largest bedrooms. This had been Joshua's room in 1790, but it was now empty and stripped of furniture. A spirit stood looking up at the empty mantel. It turned to see them. It was Quentin's ghost ! "Angelique, what is this ?!!" "It's your ghost in another time !" She realized. "If Beth had killed you, that's where you'd be. David Collins and Amy Jennings release him in the future. That's why Barnabus travels back to save your life !!" The room warped into another reality. Another Jamison in another time with a different wife. They were fighting and hurling obscenities. "You can't let Stokes get his hands on Collinwood !" Melissa Collins yelled. "He'd burn down the place with half a chance." "Shut up." This Jamison was a hothead as he struck his red-headed wife with the back of his hand. "A Stokes will never own Collinwood. I know what I'm doing !!" "Mommie, are you fighting ?" A little boy ran up. "No, Quentin, we're talking." Melissa picked up her son. "We're just talking." The room warped again back into an abandoned room. There was no sign of the ghost or if it was their room. "Dangerous." Angelique pulled the doors closed. "I shudder to think if someone got trapped in there." "I've never seen anything like it." Quentin turned on his heel. "Other times, other realities." "I've heard about them in mystical circles." Angelique admitted as they headed back to the main wing. "I have friends in London. Maybe they can help us find your painting." "Witches ?" "Naturally."
