produced/written by G. Matthew Smith

EPISODE #85 (Monday, 2/4/02) click here for a printable version of this episode
Same Day
January, 1936 - Late Evening


Manor Hills SanitariumGrace Davis"What, Dr. Maynard?  What?"  Grace Davis began to feel a sense of panic and worry set in.  What wasn't he telling her?  What was wrong with her mother?

"It's your mother," Dr. Maynard sighed solemnly.  "She's taken a very bad turn for the worse.  That's why I was trying to phone your brother."

"A...turn for the worse?"  Grace furrowed her brow as she tried to understand what he was saying.  "What kind of turn for the worse?"

"She...might not make it through the night."  The doctor lowered his head after the delivery of the news, deeply saddened.  "I'm glad that you're here.  It's good that she has her family here."

"C-can I see her?" she asked with nervous apprehension.  "Can I see my mother?"

Dr. Maynard simply looked at her and nodded before extending his hand and reaching for the knob on the door of Louise Davis' room.  As the door swung open, Grace stood very still and inhaled deeply as she prepared to see her mother for what could be the very last time.

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54 Spring Lake Dr.As Sara Manchester sipped her hot tea, she sat on the sofa by the large front window and watched the snow as it continued to fall.  She curled her legs underneath her and kept a silent watch.  Her husband Dane had been gone for hours, presumably out running errands.  However, he always seemed to be away more than he was at home.  She'd grown slightly accustomed to his repeated absences, but tonight was different.  A horrible snow storm had set in and there'd been not a word from Dane.  She didn't like the idea of him out on the roads in such bad weather.

"Sara, dear, are you going to sit with your nose pressed against the glass all night long?" Joyce Preston asked her daughter as she walked into the room.

"I'm just having tea," Sara muttered softly, "and thinking."

"Thinking?  What about?"  Joyce sat down next to Sara on the sofa.

"Aunt Annabelle," Sara replied solemnly.  "I just...can't believe that someone would want to kill her."

Joyce Preston"Oh, I can believe it!"  Joyce let out a laugh.  "Annabelle Lake was one of the vilest people I've ever met.  When your father and I were married, I couldn't stand her!  She just never thought I was good enough for her precious brother."

"I know she did some horrible things, but no one deserves to die like that."  Sara raked her fingers through her hair and took another sip of her tea before turning to again gaze out the window.  "I...just can't help thinking about Stephanie and what she's got to be going through."

"I thought you two weren't getting along."

"We're not," Sara laughed.  "Far from it, actually.  Stephanie's a lot like her mother.  But...I feel really bad for her because of her mother.  Annabelle pushed Stephanie in a lot of directions that she really didn't want to go in."  She paused, glanced out the window again, and returned her focus to her mother.  "You know, it's ironic that just when I found my mother again, she lost hers."

"And I'm so glad that you've let me back into your life."  Joyce reached over, took Sara's hand into hers, and gave it a squeeze.  "I know I have so much time to make up for, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

Sara Manchester"The only thing you have to do is be here."

"Well, it looks like you're out of tea," Joyce smiled as she nodded towards her daughter's cup.  "Let me go into the kitchen and get you some more."

"T-thank you, Momma," Sara replied as Joyce took the cup from her hands and then headed out of the room leaving Sara alone to again stare out the window at the falling snow.

"Here, Helga, get my daughter some more tea," Joyce ordered as she flagged down the housekeeper who was walking through the front hall.

"Can't you get it yourself?" Helga asked with a growl.

"It's your job!"  Joyce's found her jaw tightening from being forced to deal with the difficult maid.

Helga Grimm"So, Mrs. Preston," Helga spat spitefully, "tell me, exactly what are you up to?"

"I don't have the slightest idea what you mean!"  Joyce's hand flew up to her chest in mock indignation.  "I'm not up to anything.  All I want to do is rebuild my relationship with my daughter."  She stood holding the cup with her outstretched hand.  Realizing that Helga wasn't going to take it from her and follow her orders, she quickly snatched it back.  "Fine!  If you're not going to do your job, then I'll get Sara's tea myself!"

As Joyce stormed off in the direction of the kitchen, Helga turned and watched her.  Despite her assertions to the contrary, Helga was certain that she was up to something and was determined to find out exactly what it was.


Manor Hills SanitariumGrace stood in the doorway to her mother's room paralyzed with nervousness and apprehension.  Her previous visits had been almost like a crap shoot.  At best, her mother would only sit in silence without acknowledging her presence.  At worst, her mother would crumble into a delirious fit that would frighten Grace.

"Go, on," Dr. Maynard urged as he gently placed his hand on her shoulder.  "She needs to see you.  She needs to know that her family is here."

Grace glanced back at the doctor, still filled with her own doubts.

"G-Grace?" Louise Davis called out in a weak voice.  "Grace, I need you."

"M-Momma?"  Grace stepped slowly into the room, allowing the doctor to close the door behind her.  Alone with her mother, Grace carefully walked over to the chair that was by her bed and sat down.


Dr. Maynard"It's...okay, Momma," Grace said shakily as she took her mother's hand, "I'm here.  I heard...I heard you calling for me and I came."

" was always...such a good...girl."  Louise rolled her head over to look at her daughter.  "Nurse, where's my daughter?  I thought I told you to bring Grace to see me."

Grace felt a knot form in the pit of her stomach.  As usual, her mother didn't even know who she was.  However, it didn't really matter.  Grace was there and she knew it was exactly where she was meant to be.

"She'll be here in a little bit," Grace smiled at her as she held onto her hand.  "You just lie there and concentrate on getting better."

"W-won't be b-better."

"Yes, you will be."  Grace squeezed her mother's hand for strength.  "Everything's going to be fine."

Slowly, Louise opened her eyes and looked right at Grace.  She appeared to be analyzing every curve of her face and every strand of hair on her head.

"G-Grace?" Louise muttered with a breathy gasp.

"Don't worry, she'll be here later."  Grace fought to choke back her emotions.  It was difficult for her to deny who she was and their relationship, but she realized that by doing so it would be much easier for her mother to comprehend and understand.

Louise Davis"N-no," Louise said in a whisper as she struggled to shake her head.  "G-Grace...y-you're my Grace."

Grace immediately leaned back into her chair, shocked by what she'd heard.  Did her mother recognize her?  Did she really know who she was?


"Grace, it's baby."  Louise's voice was growing thinner and more raspy.  "Oh, Grace.  I've wanted to see you for so long."

"M-Momma," Grace sobbed as she buried her face into her mother's hand.  "I'  I'm here for you, Momma.  I'm always here for you."

"My baby.  My beautiful little girl."  Louise looked up at her as tears began to streak her cheeks.  "You've...grown up into such a beautiful young woman.  You...look like I always...imagined that you would."

"Oh, Momma, I love you so much!"

" you, too, baby.  I'm proud of you."

Suddenly, the tender moment was broken by cries of pain that tore from Louise's chest.  She was clearly in intense pain and the sight of her mother's agony frightened Grace.

"Dr. Maynard!  Dr. Maynard!" Grace called out as she raced to the door of the room.  "Something's...something's wrong!"

"Miss Davis," he said gently, but urgently as he hurried into the room, "please step back.  Let me see." 

He worked for a few minutes with Louise, but Grace couldn't see what he was doing.  Finally, her mother relaxed and lay very still.

Grace Davis"S-she's not..."

"No, Miss Davis, but it doesn't look good."  Dr. Maynard walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder in a display of comfort and support.  "I'm afraid she doesn't have much time.  I just wish that I could get in touch with your brother.  He...he needs to be here."

"I-I'll get him!" Grace spoke up as she turned to head towards the door.  "I'll go home and get him.  I can't...let him not be here."

"Miss Davis, wait!" he called out as he hurried behind her down the hallway.  "You really shouldn't be on the roads in this weather.  Let's just wait and see if the phones come back up."

"No!  There's no time!" she sobbed.  "I have to get Douglas!  Please...make her hold on until we come back.  Please?"

"I...I'll do what I can," he muttered as he hung his head.  "I'll do what I can."

Taking a deep breath of determination, Grace hurried down the stairs, out of the doors of the hospital, and out into the snowy night.  She just had to get Douglas.  If anything happened to their mother and he wasn't there, she'd never forgive herself.