Victoria: The great estate of Collinwood rests on cliffs high above the sea. And on a quiet afternoon such as this, a familiar sound is the pounding of the surf, waves crushing against sand, only to return to the sea from which they came. There is a sense of timelessness here, for the sea is eternal as human lives are not. But there are moments when a sense of timelessness can pervade a human mind, moments when the past seems to intermingle with the present. There is one who knows such a moment, not realizing that it represents an imminent threat. The approach of a violent and terrifying danger.