The four Cartwights rode to the Hendricks house. The brothers gasped when they saw the doors and windows still boarded up tight. Carefully, they pulled the planks off the door and entered the house. It was cold. Instinctively, Adam went to the fireplace, but found it cold and cleared of any ashes. He looked into the cradle, and found it empty. Hoss and Joe also looked around the house and found no traces of the family they saw last night. Finally they went out to the family graveyard. There on the grave was David's blanket, neatly folded. Joe was about to pick it up but Adam gently pushed his hand aside. Joe gave a small nod and stepped back.
Ben cocked an eyebrow at Adam and asked, "Well, should I call you Thomas or Horatio?"
Adam imitated his father's look and said, "Funny, that's what I was going to ask you." He then smiled.
Puzzled, Hoss said, "I know the story of Doubting Thomas is from the Bible, but who's Horatio?"
In answer, Adam's deep voice rang out, "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
Joe rolled his eyes, "Shakespeare, should have known."
"Yeah, and now we got him started." Hoss moaned.
Adam smiled and said, "If we shadows have offended, think but this, and all is mended, that you have but slumber'd here, while these visions did appear."
Ben rolled his eyes, "Com'on boys time for us to get on home."
Adam smiled and continued on with his recitation, "And this weak and idle theme, no more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: if you pardon, we will mend: and, as I am an honest Puck, if we have unearnèd luck now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, we will make amends ere long; else the Puck a liar call; so, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends." As they left and Adam stopped his quoting, on the wind, they heard a soft sound of a child laughing, followed by a man's and a woman's laugh.