Johnathan Harker's Journal

Quincey.
This is the name of my child, of Mina's child.
This was the name of our former friend, and American man, brash and courageous, and always willing to help with all of our endeavours. Quincey Morris, a bachelor, who went on his one last adventure, saving my beautiful Mina and avenging the name of Lucy Westenra, the woman he loved deeply but could not have.
This will be a name that from now own will make us smile, and make us scowl. We love our boy, and loved dearly our friend.
Or rather, our late friend. Our late friend, turned foe.
As I write this, I am filled with regret. As I write this, the very name, "Quincey," blots a stain on my soul.