A/N: This is the end of the story. Quite unfortunately, really. I'm not completely satisfied about the end, but it is what it is. :) Enjoy.

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Chapter 2

Barnabas let go of the cloth he had been using to staunch the flow of blood oozing from the knife wound in Julia's stomach and held her body against his chest. He realized, too late, just how deeply he returned her love, yet he felt numb. He couldn't accept that his best friend and love was dead.

The numbness slowly lifted and in its place was grief and guilt. If only I had known sooner what was happening to her, I could have prevented this, Barnabas thought in despair.

He didn't know how long he sat and held Julia's cooling body to his chest in stunned silence, when he lifted his head and saw Carrie's ghost, standing a few feet away, watching him. Barnabas knew that he had to leave and return to his own time. He would take Julia with him.

Barnabas asked the ghost if there was another way out of the locked playroom. She turned and walked through the far wall, where a door appeared. He opened the door and saw a staircase. He climbed it with Julia in his arms. He had told her, once, that he would never leave without her. He intended to always keep that promise.