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The young doctor is not so young anymore. He burned the small piece of paper long ago, after memorizing the few lines written on it. He carried it on his person for many years, suspecting that Sir Malcolm might have hired some men to search his small apartment in a desperate attempt to find the second daughter he had lost.
Wherever they are, the doctor hopes they have found happiness. He could never make the trip while Sir Malcolm was alive – he would have surely been followed. Now, with Sir Malcolm's death, he is finally free to make the trip he has dreamed of for years and reunite with friends old and dear.
As he approaches the small cottage with the tree stump across from it, he sees them – almost as if they knew he was coming. A man in a bowler hat and a woman with the most intense eyes he has ever seen. He sees two small children playing and he knows without looking that they have the same intense eyes.
You left us, says the small voice in the back of his head.
Let them have their happiness, says another.
As his friends greet him with open arms, Victor knows without a doubt that the demons, wherever they may be, have been laid to rest.