Wed. Apr. 22, 1970

A solemn morning at the Old House... for Angelique Rumson was attacked last night in the village... John Jaeger returns to bring Angelique good news, but a sense of foreboding dampens his spirits... for John knows that tonight is the night of the full moon...

John managed to drive back from Mrs. Duval's home relatively unscathed. He was glad for Angelique that the store building was now theirs, but the knowledge of what night it was lay heavy on his soul...

Angelique was waiting for him in the drawing room of the Old House, staring at the fire, drinking her special tea. "Oh Master," she proclaimed. "Please punish he that tried to do me harm last night! Let he who dared to try and defile me suffer tenfold what I have suffered at his hands!" Angelique gasped, and her eyes widened when the fire in the fireplace grew, as if acknowledging what she said.

Angelique turned away from the fireplace. She hoped that now she had sent out her wish, that she would have the news soon that it would be fulfilled. The front door opened, and John entered the Old House. He smiled when he saw her, but Angelique could see that he was troubled. "Well," he began, "Mrs. Duval agreed. You are the proud owner of the store building at 131 Main Street!"

Angelique got up. "You don't seem very happy about that... Are you sure you want to be my manager?" She walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Or is it the fact that tonight is the night of the full moon?" Angelique's eyes narrowed as he turned away from her. Angelique turned his head back to her and looked into his sad eyes. "I told you to forget about Sabrina Stuart... What will happen WILL happen!"

John nodded, but he did not want to admit defeat, yet. "I don't know why I keep having these premonitions, but I feel like they won't stop until either Sabrina dies—or I stop it from happening!"

Angelique looked back towards the fireplace. "Perhaps you are indeed psychic…" She turned to John again. "Come into the drawing room with me—I want to try an experiment…"

John followed Angelique, and she motioned to the chair next to the fireplace. She knelt down in front of him after he sat, and pulled a scarf from out of her pocket. It was the one she had worn the night before—when she was attacked.

John looked at the scarf as she handed it to him. "What's this for?" he asked, puzzled. He felt it between his fingers.

Angelique looked up at him. "I just want you to hold that scarf, and at the same time, I want you to stare at the fire. Just stare at it, and don't look away. Don't even blink—if you can…"

He nodded. "All right, whatever you say…" He looked into the fire and stared.

"Try to push all other thoughts out of your mind," Angelique instructed. "Just look at the fire, and let me know what form takes place inside the flames…"

The fire reflected in John's light blue eyes. "I see you, Angelique, and fear… There's a man… A man with dark brown hair… His mind is full of violence, and sadness… He tries to calm his mind with his vices…"

"That's it," Angelique hissed. She grasped John's hand and concentrated all of her hatred towards the man…

Act One:

At lunchtime, Angelique went to Collinwood to visit Laszlo Ferrari. After ringing the doorbell, she was surprised when it was Dameon Edwards who answered the door, although she realized she should not be, as Quentin had told her the evening before that an old friend from Portland was visiting him at Collinwood.

"Hello," Dameon said pleasantly. He admired the pretty blonde with her swept back up-do and melon-colored sleeveless dress.

"Hello!" Angelique was delighted that yet another handsome man was inhabiting Collinwood now. "You must be Quentin's friend... was it Dameon..."

"Edwards," he answered. "At your service..." he held her right hand and leaned down to kiss it. "And who might you be?"

"Angelique Rumson..." Angelique answered, "Quentin and I are very special friends."

A slight shadow passed over Dameon's face as he straightened his back, but it passed just as quickly as it came. "Angelique... what a lovely name..."

"Thank you. Is Laszlo in? I was supposed to meet him for lunch?" Angelique looked past Dameon.

"Why, of course! I should have know that you would be a friend of Mr. Ferrari, as well!" Dameon exclaimed. He looked back towards the Drawing Room. "He's waiting in there. Please, go in... I just wanted to make a phone call."

"Thank you," Angelique told him. "I hope you will join us... Dameon." She smiled back at him.

"Of course!" Dameon agreed. "Tell Laszlo I'll only be a few minutes..."

As soon as Angelique went into the Drawing Room, and closed the double doors behind her, Dameon was on the phone. After someone on the other end picked up, Dameon said: "I just saw Quentin's friend... I must say I'm disappointed, very disappointed..."

His handsome face suddenly became very ugly. "I thought she would at least look like she'd been through the wringer... There's not even a bruise on her!" Dameon looked towards the Drawing Room. "We'll have to think of another idea to get rid of her! We need Quentin all to ourselves..."

After he finished his phone call, Dameon turned towards the Drawing Room and gave a little knock before he entered. He managed to put on his most convincing smile of friendliness before entering the room.

Angelique and Laszlo were seated together at the sofa. A tray of finger sandwiches lay on the coffee table alongside a pitcher of lemonade. Angelique smiled up at Dameon, but Laszlo barely managed one, as he had not forgotten the conversation between Quentin and Dameon the other night…

"Laszlo has just told me he has something 'special' planned for us after lunch!" Angelique exclaimed to Dameon.

"Angelique…" protested Laszlo. He did not particularly like Dameon, as he knew how fake he really was.

"Ooh! Something special!" said Dameon as he sat down on a chair to grab a sandwich. "I can hardly wait…" He glanced at Angelique, hiding the hatred he felt for her behind his grin…

Act Two:

Quentin came home to Collinwood at lunchtime. He planned to go retrieve the moon poppy and take it up to Chris's cabin in the mountains before moonrise.

However, as soon as Quentin stepped through the door, a lunch party was going on in the Drawing Room. "Gr…. Great! Quentin's here to join us!" Dameon exclaimed from his seat, before Quentin could head towards the study before anyone saw him.

"Quentin!" Angelique called. She got up from the sofa and hurried to grab him by the arm. "Laszlo said he has a surprise for us! Why don't you come and join us?" Quentin looked at the grandfather clock, and then Angelique—and Quentin found himself invited whether he liked it or not.

"Hi, Laszlo!" Quentin greeted the blind man. "What lovely surprise do you have for us, this afternoon?" He gave Angelique a little smile, but tried to avoid Dameon's glare.

"Well, as you've no doubt heard over the past week, Quentin," Laszlo said nervously, "I've been practicing out a new composition… I would like all of you—especially my new dear friend, Angelique—to hear it…" Laszlo made his way to the piano with his white stick and sat down.

As Laszlo played the haunting, otherworldly song, Quentin and Angelique, who were standing next to each other, found themselves staring into each other eyes. Quentin smiled at Angelique and leaned in for a romantic kiss. Dameon watched the two lovers with barely concealed hate and anger simmering below his handsome face.

After he was done playing the melody, Laszlo turned towards the clapping audience. "Thank you," he said, giving a shy little bow. "I call my new composition, "Ode to Angelique." Angelique flushed, not sure what to say for probably the first time in her life. Quentin grinned and gave her a little sideways hug. "You don't know how much you've helped me, Angelique," Laszlo told her. "I'm ready to start a new life because of your friendship and support.

The phone suddenly rang in the Great Hall. Disgusted by the display, Dameon was all too glad to leave the Drawing Room to answer the phone. "Hello? Collinwood…" Dameon answered.

It was Sabrina calling from the library. "Hello, this is Miss Stuart calling from Collinsport University Library. Has Quentin Collins been home?"

Dameon looked disgusted back at the Drawing Room. "He's having a little party with friends right now. Did you want to speak to him?"

"You mean, he's still at the house?!" Sabrina exclaimed incredulously. She looked at the time. She felt like Quentin should have left for the poppy by now.

"Yes, of course!" Dameon answered, a little puzzled by her tone.

"I-I have to go!" Sabrina stammered. She quickly hung up the phone and scanned the library for Mr. Gladstone. She would come up with some excuse. Chris was more important than anything else. Apparently, Quentin did not care as much as she did. "Oh, Chris!" she said out loud to herself. "I've got to help you... myself!"

Act Three:

John paced the Old House while Angelique was gone. He knew that his premonitions were true. Angelique believed him to be psychic, after all. So, if he was a psychic, then he should use his abilities to help people—not sit back and wait and do nothing!

John nodded to himself. "It's my duty—I have to help people! I just have to…" He called Collinsport University Library from Angelique's newly installed phone in the foyer of the Old House. After inquiring after Sabrina, Mr. Gladstone informed him that she had already left for the day.

John suddenly got the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that he would never see Miss Stuart alive, ever again. Looking around the foyer of the Old House anxiously, he realized he would have to quell his fears about going into the Great House and find Quentin. He was not exactly Quentin Collins' biggest fan, but maybe Quentin would know how to find her.

John hurried down the path to Collinwood, and stopped when he saw the big mansion looming in front of him. "What is it about this place..." he murmured. "Have I been here before?" John closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind. That first day—the day he brought Laszlo to Collinwood—he had felt such overwhelming fear. The fear caused him to run to the Old House, and meet Angelique. WAS he a stranger to residents of Collinwood? Could he possibly be the Jebez Hawkes that people thought he was?

John shook his head and slapped his cheeks. It was not important right now, only Sabrina Stuart was! He took a deep breath and marched right up to the front doors.

After bidding a hasty good-bye to Angelique, Dameon and Laszlo, Quentin closed the Drawing Room doors behind him and looked at the time on the Grandfather clock. He still had time to go to the caretaker's cottage and finally retrieve the poppy.

There was a knock on the front doors. Quentin answered, and he looked on in amazement to see John Jaeger standing on his doorstep. "John! Come in!" He stood back and motioned into the foyer.

John looked around nervously and stepped inside. Before Quentin could get a word in, John bursted out "We've got to help Sabrina!"

Quentin was surprised. "What about Sabrina?" he asked, after some hesitation.

"This is the night!" John cried out. "That creature... it looks like a wolf, but it walks like a man!" John looked quite insane at this point. "It's going to kill her, Quentin... Tonight!"

Quentin stood there in shock, his mouth slightly open...

Meanwhile, Sabrina hurried from the library to Collinwood, stopping near the cottage so that she could hurry inside and retrieve the moon poppy. It was still sitting there, untouched. "Oh, Quentin!" Sabrina cried out loud with dismay. "You lied when you said you'd help…"

She picked up the poppy and held it in her arms. "It's going to work this time…" Sabrina looked up. "Please God, please let it work this time!"

Sabrina hurried out of the cottage with the moon poppy. Getting in her car, she sped away from Collinwood, intending to save the man she loved no matter what the cost…

Cast:

Angelique Rumson… LARA PARKER

Sabrina Stuart… LISA RICHARDS

Quentin Collins… DAVID SELBY

John Jaeger… CHRISTOPHER PENNOCK

Laszlo Ferrari… MICHAEL STROKA

Dameon Edwards… JERED HOLMES