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[light music]

[birds chirping]

[water splashing]

Miss Grayson, is that you?

Are you Priscilla Grimsley?

Call me Priss.

Welcome.

Just you?

I thought your boyfriend- - No, just me.

Thank you for picking me up.

Of course.

Shall we?

My car's just over there.

Nice of the bank to send you over here.

Yes, I've been looking forward to it.

The property lists you'll be examining

is pretty straightforward.

Most are just the victims of bad timing.

There's a lot of money at stake.

My bosses at the bank want options and results.

Well, we'll do our best, won't we?

Hm.

How far is it to this manor I'm staying at?

This- - Barkley Manor?

That's the one.

About half an hour.

You sure you don't want to stay in a hotel?

Well, since the bank owns the manor,

they figured we might as well save a buck

and I can get a sense of one of the properties.

Why, is something wrong?

No, just a bit removed from city life.

That sounds perfect.

The manor's just up ahead.

[light music]

Unfortunately, these stately homes are somewhat common.

Once the pride and joy of wealthy families,

now it's not unusual to be seen in some disrepair,

and so they sit, unsold.

There's a caretaker here, Quinn something.

Bit of an odd one that one.

[chuckles] Oh.

What offers have there been so far?

None for awhile, unfortunately.

We tried a few developers in the past,

but the market took a downturn.

I know a few I could search out,

see if they want to turn this into proper flats.

Would they tear it down?

Depends. Why?

Just curious.

Doesn't really matter.

A buyer's a buyer.

- Exactly [chuckles]. - Just see who you can find.

Oi, you're trespassin'.

It's me, Priss Grimsley, the estate agent.

You again?

I have a representative

of the bank here to see the manor.

What bank?

The one that owns this place.

Chelsea Grayson.

Yeah, won't remember that.

She'll be staying here.

You should have received details about it.

Don't recall.

Well, do you mind letting me in?

Come along, Chasity.

It's Chelsea.

[Quinn] Yep, whatever.

Thanks again for picking me up.

Pleasure.

Oh, and this is for you.

Oh, thank you.

And tomorrow, how many properties can we see?

I think we can cover five

that are in the north of the county.

Any more than that and we'll be stuck

in traffic for too long.

Okay, let's plan on that then.

See you tomorrow.

Here we go.

[phone ringing]

[phone beeps]

Will you hurry up?

Sorry.

Has anyone come through to see the place?

Any serious buyers?

Some swanky developer types

and a few wishin' they were old money.

Is there anything wrong with the manor

that's scaring off potential buyers?

How would I know that?

That's the other one's job, isn't it?

You're the caretaker, though.

It's old.

Some stuff needs fixin',

but it doesn't matter much since no one lives here.

You stay here long enough, you'll see the problems.

Such as?

Bit of paint,

a few spots on the roof need fixin' and so on.

Ah, and the cellar's haunted.

Haunted?

When they first built this place,

there was a druid can.

A what?

A ring of stones like Stonehenge.

They tore them all up and use them for the foundations.

So it's haunted by druids?

If I were you, I'd just stay out on there.

[Chelsea sighs]

Here's the kitchen.

Never would've guessed.

All the bedrooms are upstairs.

Take your pick.

I've got a game I've gotta get back to.

Oh, how do I get ahold of you?

You come down and talk to me.

You don't have a phone?

I don't need the government listening in on my life.

Is that a big priority for them?

- Look here, Kelsey- - Chelsea.

This isn't one of those romance novels where it starts out

with us hating each other on sight

and then two days you're dyin' to kiss me.

Excuse me?

I know about you Yanks.

You're all charmed by the accent,

but I don't fancy birds like you.

I will try to keep my heart in check.

See that you do.

[light music]

[music continues]

Nice.

[music continues]

[Chelsea chuckles] [music continues]

[Chelsea chuckles]

Hello?

Just checking.

[phone ringing]

[Chelsea sighs]

Hello.

How's England?

Why are you calling?

[Nick] Just to check on you.

You don't need to.

I wanted to.

I miss you.

That's great.

A little weird, though.

[Nick] Let's just talk.

Tell me how things are there.

You would know if you'd have come.

I know.

I shouldn't have canceled on the trip, but work.

Look, Nick, this is for the best.

But I didn't want this.

What if you just [signal crackling]...

What?

I can't hear you.

Huh.

[mysterious music]

Haunted, haunted, haunted.

[Chelsea gasps]

[music continues]

[Chelsea gasps]

You there, what are you doing in my room?

Who are you?

And what are you doing here?

This is my home.

Why...

Why are you in my mirror?

Mirror?

[gentle music]

I'm not in your mirror.

[Charles] What?

You're in the mirror.

No, I am quite certain

I'm here in my most cherished refuge,

which you have invaded

and I am looking at you in the mirror.

I'm seeing the same thing.

Are you some sort of prisoner?

What do you mean?

That uniform and your hair and the, that.

I'm wearing jeans,

and I was told this part of the house may be haunted, so I-

So you felt that would be adequate protection

against an ethereal spirit?

Well, I hadn't really thought

about who was doing the haunting.

From my perspective, it appears it is you.

Who are you?

Chelsea Grayson.

Of the Sheffield Graysons?

No, the Graysons of Iowa.

Iowa?

It's in America.

What is the meaning of Iowa?

It means nothing ever happens.

Hm.

So Miss Grayson, how did you come to be in my mirror?

Well, I don't really know.

And like I said, you appear to be in my mirror.

So, who are you?

I am Sir Charles Barkley.

[Chelsea chuckles]

Is that amusing to you?

Well, kind of.

You know, like the basketball player?

You puzzle me exceedingly.

Basket ball?

Sir Charles, what year is it?

The year of our Lord, 1799.

[Chelsea gasps]

That is apparently an answer you were not expecting.

Pray, tell me what year you think it is.

Well, here it's the 21st century.

21st?

Yes.

Most curious.

This room has always had something odd about it.

How so?

I've noticed sounds from the mirror

that have seemed impossible,

and some trick of the light

on the surface amongst other details.

[chuckles] This has to be a dream.

Must be.

Maybe it's the jet lag.

[gentle music]

[mirror whooshing]

That was most unexpected.

[music continues]

[mirror whooshing]

Extraordinary.

[music continues]

[mirror whooshing]

[Lady Barkley] Charles?

Just a moment, Mother.

I have to go.

Unfortunately, I must assess

my mother's latest aspirant of my affections.

Aspirant?

What, is your mother like arranging your marriage?

She periodically arranges

for suitable candidates to appear.

You don't seem impressed.

[chuckles] The candidate in question

is distinctly unimpressive beyond her purse.

Ms. Grayson, perhaps we shall meet again?

Perhaps.

Until another time.

Nice to meet you.

[gentle music]

[phone chimes]

[phone vibrating]

Huh.

[music continues]

[water splashing]

[phone ringing]

[Chelsea sighs]

Hi, Nick.

I've been texting and calling.

Sorry, service here is strange.

Everything okay?

Yeah, fine.

Good.

Are you still mad at me?

It's been a long day, Nick.

I said some things and I didn't mean them.

I didn't want us to break up.

But we did.

I'm going to bed.

- Chelsea- - Night.

[phone beeps]

[gentle music]

[Chelsea sighing]

[light music]

[mysterious music]

[static crackling]

Hm.

Hello?

Sir Charles?

[fingers thudding]

Hm.

Anyone there?

Hm.

[light music] [birds chirping]

Quinn? - Go away.

It's me, Chelsea.

I need to ask you something.

Oh, your timin' stinks.

Come in.

Watch it ya dim wit.

Good morning to you too.

Wasn't talking to you.

So, have you ever seen

any lights coming from the cellar?

What kind of lights?

No, go the other way.

Like a candle burning or a lantern.

I'm supposin' you think you did?

Oi no, friendly fire!

You said no one's been in the cellar for awhile, right?

[Quinn sighs]

Hang on, the Yank won't stop jabberin'.

I don't go in the cellar because nothin' works.

No electricity, nothin'.

I noticed.

Is that what you meant

when you said that the cellar's haunted?

Strange sounds, spooky lights, that's all.

So what do you think explains the thing about the power?

How should I know?

When I cut the grass,

the mower dies near that corner

of the manor so I don't get close.

I planted a bush instead.

No more mowin'.

Hm.

Is that why you have all these?

Research or something for strange things?

No.

Seems like a waste of money otherwise.

I was curious.

I bought some books then figured it was all rubbish, okay?

If you say so.

[Quinn sighs]

This one thinks that Stonehenge

in those places have powers,

like different magnetic polarities

and time travel and stuff.

That one thinks that unicorns

are the cause for any disruption.

And another one talked about physics and psychics so much

that I couldn't keep them straight.

None of them agree

and they all think the other is as daft as a brush.

Are you goin' away now?

Can I borrow this one?

Yes.

Now, get out.

Always a pleasure to see you, Quinn.

[Priss] So, what are your thoughts on the manor?

It could use a little love.

I fear this house is doomed

as it has been for a very long time.

Doomed?

Let's see.

There was the third Lord Barkley, he went mad.

Barkley?

The fourth died pretty young.

The fifth Lord Barkley died young too,

around the early 1800s.

No wife or children?

He never married.

The estate went to his cousins.

In a few generations they burned through the money

and mortgaged the estate.

Eventually the bank took over.

Next step is probably the auction block

or demolition for some horribly updated

and unimaginative apartment complex.

That's so depressing when you put it like that.

Here we are.

Well, this is the first property.

Shall we?

Sure.

[gentle music]

I have appointments tomorrow morning

and so maybe we can meet up in the afternoon?

Sure, I have to confer with the bank

about what we saw today anyway.

I'll ring you later then.

Okay, thanks.

[engine rumbling] [music continues]

Hm.

Dr. Sybil Hargraves.

Hello, can you hear me?

[Sybil] Hello?

Ms. Grayson is that you?

Yes, Dr. Hargraves?

[Sybil] Yes, dear.

Dr. Hargraves, do you mind tilting

your screen down a little bit?

All I'm seeing is sky.

Oh.

Oh, hello.

There I am.

[chuckles] Hi, Dr. Hargraves.

Thank you so much for taking the time to chat.

Oh, call me Sybil, please.

I can't believe you read that book.

It's been so long.

What drew you to it?

I sort of came across a site where power doesn't work.

Oh, that.

Interesting.

Yeah, and I'm not clear on why.

Your book implied that granite stones

have higher radiation levels,

but is that enough to keep power from working?

Oh, who knows, dear.

No one wants to pay for that kind of research.

I suspect it has something

to do with the phases of the moon.

Oh, there were time slips as well.

- Time slips? - Yes, yes.

A time slip is when people find themselves in another time,

another age as it were.

It's usually quite brief.

That's good to know.

Tell me what happened exactly at this site?

Oh, just my phone kept turning off.

It's probably nothing.

[phone ringing]

Oh, I'm so sorry, but this is my boss calling right now.

I'm gonna have to take this.

Oh, all right.

Anytime, deary.

Okay, thank you for talking to me.

[computer chimes]

Hi, Mikayla, what can I do for you?

[bugs chirping] [gentle music]

Sir Charles?

[Charles chuckles]

It would appear our previous encounter

was not based upon any dream.

It is possible I'm losing my mind, though.

I've questioned my own sanity often today.

Do you think it would be possible for me to come across?

I don't know, but even if we could,

I don't think it's a good idea.

Forgive me, Ms. Grayson.

I do not mean to be forward.

No [chuckles], it's not that, and call me Chelsea.

It's just I'm worried about time travel.

I don't wanna break the world.

You are concerned that my stepping across

might in some manner damage the world?

Yeah, it's complicated,

but there's a theory that if you

do something different in the past,

it could change the course of history.

I'm quite perplexed.

Let's say I taught you about modern medicine

and then you went back to your time

and cured a bunch of diseases.

Then perhaps there would be less suffering.

But we don't know that.

It might lead to some other disaster,

change who lives or dies

and who knows what would come of that.

In such case, maybe do not tell me about medicine.

I think it's safer if we just stay

on our own sides of the mirror.

Perhaps we could sit?

Okay.

I hope you'll not find my question in any way offensive,

but are all women in your time so, um-

Direct?

In my time, women are not so outspoken.

They endeavor to appear demure for the most part,

at least until they have achieved

some greater degree of familiarity.

Yeah, we are over that.

We try to have equality between men and women now.

How strange.

I guess you'd think that.

Now women get educations.

We have jobs, we vote, own property.

I presume that has led to unimaginable chaos.

[laughs] You'd think so.

You inhabit a world quite different from my own.

I will admit a desire to comprehend it better,

but the challenges presented by the breaking of the world

seem to limit my ability to fully immerse myself in it.

Well, it doesn't mean you haven't already had an impact.

- How? - On me.

It's not every day I meet Mr. Darcy.

Barkley.

Charles Barkley V.

Yes, I know. Sorry.

Mr. Darcy is someone known

for being handsome and charming.

Sort of.

You think me handsome?

No, I mean not no.

That's not what I meant.

Then Chelsea, am I to presume

from your unaccompanied visit

that you have no romantic entanglements?

Entanglements?

That's exactly what I have.

So you're spoken for?

Well, no.

Then I surmise you are experiencing ambivalence

in this attachment?

Well, just put it right out there why don't you?

Have I overstepped?

No, it's fine.

[gentle music] [bugs chirping]

[tea splashing]

Is there something about your time

you can share that might not lead to disaster?

Hm, people fly now.

Like birds?

[laughs] No, in airplanes.

Big metal tubes with wings and large engines.

I flew here with about 200 other people.

It takes six hours from New York to London.

You cannot be serious?

Yeah.

And we have cars.

Motorized carriages.

You could drive to London in four hours.

Huh, how terrible.

Why is that?

When my mother announces she will travel to London,

it means I will be alone for a week.

[Chelsea chuckles]

Tell me more.

There's the internet.

It's like all the world's books are accessible

on one small device.

Here.

This is one.

Block of obsidian.

Well, modern things don't work in this room,

but when it does,

I can connect to all the world's knowledge.

I know, it's a lot to take in.

What about your life?

I know I have history to tell me what happened,

but what's it like?

Dull at times, filled with duty, parties and chatter,

which is why I retreat here to this room

for peace and quiet.

And cookies.

Cookies?

Or you call them biscuits.

Ah.

Yes.

Would you like to try one?

Do you think that'll work?

We can try an experiment.

Okay.

[mirror whooshing] [gentle music]

[Chelsea chuckles]

How does the food compare to yours?

It's good.

It tastes...

[Chelsea gasping]

Is something amiss?

Are there nuts in this [gasping]?

I know not, why?

I'm allergic.

Should I send for a doctor?

Miss Grayson?

[mirror whooshing]

Get my bag.

It's in the kitchen.

Of course.

[anticipatory music]

[Chelsea wheezing]

Here.

I recognize nothing.

This?

No.

Surely you need a doctor.

I'll be fine.

Just gimme a minute [gasps].

Sorry about all this.

I was quite concerned for you.

I'll be okay in a minute.

I just need to lay down [wheezing softly].

[gentle music]

[music continues]

Charles?

Charles, wake up!

You are well.

It's daytime.

The mirror.

Oh.

Oh, I see.

[music continues]

I do not know what to say.

I'm so sorry.

I did not mean for this to happen.

No, of course not.

What shall we do in our current situation?

I guess you're stuck here.

Perhaps as the night falls,

the mirror will change again.

You think you'll be able to go back home?

I don't see why not.

All right then.

Not to make light of the situation,

but I'm famished.

And my biscuits and staff

are on the other side of that mirror.

Might you ask your cook to prepare us a meal?

Oh, there is no cook and no staff.

You prepare your own meals?

Yes, and cleaning and laundry.

Oh, dear.

We are in for quite a ride.

Oh, thank you.

What are you doing?

Making sure no one's here.

Oh, course.

Okay, I think we're good.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to see my quarters.

Hopefully it's not the room I picked.

Wait, some things have changed.

Oh, I imagine so.

Like plumbing.

What is plumbing?

[toilet flushing]

Extraordinary!

[light music]

How does the water get in the container?

It's pumped into the house.

From where?

From wherever the town gets it.

Huh.

Where does the refuse go?

You know what, Charles?

Once you flush, you really don't have

to think about it anymore.

That's the joy of it.

[phone ringing]

Excuse me.

Hi.

Good, you're still up.

It's morning here.

Oh, I'm burning the midnight oil here at the office.

So, how'd you sleep?

Fine.

Good, good.

So, what are you doing?

Eating breakfast.

[knife clatters]

My apologies.

Who was that?

A colleague.

Uh huh.

At breakfast?

What's his name?

Nick, we're not together anymore.

It's really none of your business.

Please let me be.

[Nick] Chelsea- [phone beeps]

Sorry.

Might there be some fruit preserves?

Check the cabinets maybe.

[light music]

What is this?

That's food.

And this list of ingredients?

That's science.

I'll go into town and get more food for us today.

[phone ringing]

You do not respond to the obsidian?

[Chelsea] Oh, it's not important.

How much did you hear?

Enough to know it was your entanglement.

Yeah, we were supposed to go on this trip together,

but at the last minute he changed his mind.

It made me wonder why

what I wanted was always less important to him,

so we broke up, or ended the relationship.

And yet he corresponds with you through the obsidian?

He's having a hard time letting go.

Well, at least he realizes

he has lost a lovely lady.

Thank you.

[birds chirping]

[water splashing]

There's a towel there.

So, what happens when everyone

you know realizes you're gone?

No one should notice my absence released a week.

Even your mother or your staff?

My staff will assume I'm away on business.

I shall not give it a second thought.

And my mother was off to Bath,

so she will not notice either.

Wow, that's a long bath.

Oh [chuckles], you mean the town like from all those novels?

Novels?

You know, Jane Austen and such?

Oh, Ms. Austen, the daughter of George Austen.

You know her?

We've met.

Frightful girl.

Wow.

It was intimated that she had ambitions as a writer,

which I'll admit at the time seemed most ludicrous.

Well, she...

Maybe I shouldn't tell you what happens.

I will say she seemed rather observant.

She was most reserved,

but watched everything and everyone with great intensity.

You need to go somewhere else.

[light music]

[Charles] Who is that?

That's Quinn.

The caretaker of the manor.

Does it matter if he sees me?

Well, you might stand out,

which might lead to questions we can't answer.

So, let's just keep you out of sight.

That is unfortunate.

Why is that?

This is my first time in the future.

I thought to make the most of it.

We better not risk it for now.

[music continues]

Going out, Chesley?

Just for some groceries.

I think I saw a visitor here earlier.

Did you invite a guest?

No.

See you later.

[light music]

[music continues]

[object thuds]

[anticipatory music]

Oi, hello?

[Quinn knocking]

Anybody here?

All right then.

That's a lot for a skinny bird like you.

I like to cook.

For two?

Does it matter?

- I suppose not. - Good.

It's your place, sort of.

It'd be good for me to know who's here

so I don't disturb him with my work.

You're being nosy.

I'm bein' helpful.

Only because you're curious.

Even if I did have a guest staying here,

no one needs to know about it.

Got it?

Is he in some kind of trouble?

- Quinn- - Fine, fine.

None of my business.

You're the boss and all.

Go back to your video games.

Don't have to tell me twice.

Charles?

I was endeavoring to remain hidden.

Quinn knows.

He was snooping around.

Such disrespect cannot be tolerated.

He'll keep quiet, I think.

I wonder if flogging might not be the more suitable answer.

Oh, we don't do that anymore.

Oh.

Wonderful.

I'll inform the bank representative right away.

[phone ringing]

Hi, Priss.

Good news.

On a whim I rang the development company

who years ago was going to buy Barkley Manor.

The company's now run by the son,

and he's very interested in renewing the offer.

Oh, that's great.

It's no guarantee, but it's a promising start.

Yes, it is. Thank you.

And regarding the other properties we haven't seen yet,

I have time this afternoon if you'd want to visit them.

Oh, how about tomorrow?

I was just getting caught up on some

of the market reports and numbers you sent me.

Splendid.

Till tomorrow.

Okay, see you then.

Bye.

[phone beeps]

[Chelsea sighs]

Hungry?

No.

It is remarkable, though.

Yeah, you should try ice cream sometime.

I know this is all strange

and I'm sorry you had to come here,

but thank you.

You saved my life.

I'm relieved you're not seriously harmed.

Only a few more hours and you can go home.

[gentle music] [bugs chirping]

[fingers tapping]

Maybe we're early.

I don't think so.

Well, we can try again tomorrow

but it looks like you're stuck here for the night.

I confess, I am disappointed,

but only a little.

Well, at least you still have your room.

Yes, my quarters are different but improved.

Thanks to electricity and running water?

Indeed.

[Chelsea chuckles]

Goodnight then.

Goodnight, Miss Chelsea.

[gentle music]

[anticipatory music]

Huh.

I found these left behind in my closet.

I know it's not perfect,

but I thought maybe you'd like to change?

[chuckles] What is this miraculous material?

It's called elastic.

Here, try it on.

Certainly.

[keyboard keys clacking] [gentle music]

"Sir Charles Barkley V,

born Sussex 1765.

Died June 24th, 1799 in the great fire at Fernsby Abbey."

Died?

[Charles' throat clears]

Oh, does it fit all right?

Most agreeably.

Thank you.

What is it you were doing?

I was just getting caught up in some work.

I was a bit distracted yesterday with everything.

[Charles] You are in trade then?

Sort of.

I work at a bank.

But we are not at a bank.

Well, with my computer that's this,

I can work from anywhere.

What do your duties entail?

I look at properties that the bank owns,

many because they were repossessed,

and try to sell them,

or arrange an auction so we can get the bank's money back.

We merged with a bank here in England

so they sent me to see what I could do to help.

Of course.

I thought I might take a turn about the grounds.

I don't think that's a good idea.

This is my home.

I've spent more of my life here

than any other place.

I should be all right.

Why don't I go with you?

That would be agreeable.

Does it look like this at your home?

I mean, in your time?

The trees are quite larger, but yes, mostly.

I walked this path only three days ago.

Can I ask what it's like, your life and your family?

Certainly.

My father, the fourth Lord Barkley

was a goodly sort of man.

Well respected.

He died of the fever several years ago

when I had just come of age.

His duties, they fell to me.

Such as? What do you do?

I manage our estate and [indistinct].

As a gentleman and a Lord

I have certain obligations to fulfill

to my family name and country.

Like marrying a lady with a large dowry?

[chuckles] Yes.

Although she does not have to be wealthy.

That is my mother's wish.

She must however be of respectable standing, or her family.

And is that what you want in a wife?

I mean, is that all you want?

No.

[gentle music] [birds chirping]

[Chelsea] Quinn?

What do you want now?

I was curious about the history of the manor.

Priss said that a Lord lived here named Charles Barkley.

[chuckles] Yeah, funny isn't it?

What do you know about him?

Do I look like a historian?

I read that he died in a fire or something.

Here?

I never knew about that.

No, not here.

Somewhere else.

Hm.

You know more than I do.

Oh.

Though, I suppose you could see what his gravestones says.

Gravestone?

Yeah, it's over on the backside of the manor.

The family plot.

Thanks, I'll go check it out.

You're really into all those ghost things now, aren't you?

[Chelsea tsks]

[soft music]

His grandfather,

his father.

[music continues]

I took the liberty of examining the cellar room.

The mirror is unchanged.

I'm sorry.

Maybe I can meet with someone who can help.

How?

I don't know if she can do anything,

but she may have some answers.

I'll see if she'll meet with me tomorrow.

Thank you.

Charles?

I'm going now.

You'll stay inside?

May I come with you?

I think it's best if you stay here.

If you come dressed like that

this lady might figure out what's going on.

It is quite informal.

My apologies.

No, you look great.

I mean, fine.

But it might draw some attention.

I'll pick you up some new clothes while I'm out.

What size do you wear?

Medium, large for your height?

My clothes are made by my tailor.

I'll figure it out [chuckles].

There's my Uber. [horn honking]

I'll be back.

Farewell.

Could you tell me more about time slips?

Like, how common are they?

The few that are known have led

to very difficult times

for the people who reported them.

Because people didn't believe them?

Their very sanity was questioned.

So, do you think time slips are real

or were those people under some sort of delusion?

The people who report them provide details

they couldn't possibly fabricate.

Like what?

Well, things that are very rooted

to whatever they saw in that time.

Details no average person would know or make up.

But having seen it, [phone vibrating]

that's how they know.

Ms. Grayson, it's Priss.

The developer's asking to see the property.

I don't dare delay and lose momentum

on a potential deal so I'm headed over.

We'll meet there.

You don't need to see us,

but I wanted to warn you so you're decent [chuckles].

See you shortly.

[phone beeps]

So, how does the loss

of modern power factor in, or the moon?

There are always unknown factors,

or more than one contributing to the unexplained.

It's my belief that the convergence

of several forces are the cause for these phenomena,

like ancient mystical sites, magnetic fields, lunar phases.

With the full moon for example,

it's often considered the strongest,

particularly when it comes to the unusual

or the unexplained.

But less credited is the new moon.

I've come across anecdotes that relate

to both of these phases that can last two, three days each.

Not much in between that time, though.

Wait, you've seen a connection between

the phases of the moon and what?

Time slips?

Anecdotal though, mind you.

Lovely to meet you in person.

Yes, well I'm eager to see the place and short on time,

so if we could? - Of course.

[door opens]

Hello?

Ms. Grayson?

Well, she must be out.

Come let me take you through.

So, how much of the place do you intend to leave intact?

[Benjamin] Only the front.

[Priss] And the inside here?

[Benjamin] Oh, we'll tear it down.

[door closes]

- Watch it, you. - My apologies.

What are you...

You must be Chelsea's friend.

I am Charles.

I didn't see you arrive.

I tried to be discreet so it's not to disturb.

Yeah, I figured.

Chelsea's been keeping you hidden.

Doesn't want the boss back home knowing

she's shirking her responsibilities here.

Excuse me, Sir.

She is not shirking her responsibilities.

Well, doesn't matter.

Follow me.

You can hide in my place.

[gentle music]

[game music playing] [game chiming]

Extraordinary.

Yeah, I got the biggest one I could.

I'm a gamer.

Gamer?

What do you hunt?

Anything that moves.

Zombies, aliens, droids, animals, demons, the like.

What about you?

What do you do?

Only such amusements

as are appropriate for a man of my station.

So, how does hunting work on this impressive contraption?

I'll show you.

[game chiming] [character exclaiming]

What sorcery is this?

[Quinn] You've never seen a game before?

You control the movement with that item in your hand?

Yeah.

[game chimes]

What has happened?

I just got eaten by some low life monster.

Oh, dear.

I'm hungry, mate. You?

I believe I am.

[light music]

Fascinating carriage.

Yeah, she's not bad.

She gets me from A to B.

I've never ridden in a carriage such as this.

You're not missing out on much.

Amazing!

You don't get out a lot do ya?

Thank you so much.

Oh, best of luck with it all.

And do call again.

I could use the company.

I will.

[phone vibrating]

[phone beeps]

[Priss] Ms. Grayson, it's Priss.

The developer's asking to see the property.

I don't dare delay and lose momentum on a potential deal,

so I'm headed over.

We'll meet there.

You don't need to see us,

but- - No, no, no.

[engines rumbling]

Here.

These are great.

What is that?

A burger.

You never had one before?

No, I would remember such a thing.

Where are you from?

Very near here.

Extraordinary!

Yeah, it's gourmet all right.

Eating with one's hand is quite barbaric

but such texture and taste is a true feat to be admired.

Well, thanks for showing me around it here.

[Chelsea] Oh, hi.

Ms. Grayson, this is Benjamin Shaw,

the developer I told you about.

[Chelsea] Pleasure to meet you.

Indeed.

Did you see everything?

For now.

I'll need my architect to take another look.

I arrange that with you, yes?

Perfect.

Cheers.

I'll walk you out.

Bye.

[Chelsea sighs] [light music]

[Charles chuckles]

Thank you for the delicious feast.

Yeah, later Charlie.

Charles.

I thought they found you.

Quinn did.

He's more agreeable than I thought.

Yeah, he grows on you.

What were you thinking?

Well, I had to avoid being seen by the visitors.

Curiosity got the best of me, so I went with Quinn.

Promise me you won't go missing again.

[chuckles] Chelsea, perhaps I came here for a reason.

And if so, it would be a waste not to experience this world.

And what if someone saw you?

A few people did today,

and yet I am still here, perfectly well.

I guess you're right.

I'm not trying to keep you here like some sort of prisoner,

but I was just worried.

I'm sorry to have worried you.

I am all right.

I'm glad.

How was your tea with the scholar?

Interesting.

I think the moon has something

to do with you coming through the mirror.

- The moon? - Yeah.

It was full on the nights we saw each other in the mirror.

Wait, you said you'd seen strange

things in the mirror before.

Do you remember when?

When the moon was full,

and then again a fortnight later.

A new moon happens two weeks after the full moon.

Maybe that's when the mirror will work again.

That sounds like a good hypothesis.

We shall endeavor to try again at the new moon.

[gentle music] [bugs chirping]

Goodnight, Charles.

Chelsea, before you go,

I heard the man and woman talking here today.

They implied that the manor

was to be significantly altered, perhaps destroyed.

Yes.

So you coming here was to sell or auction my home away?

Charles, it's not that simple.

So much time has passed.

Just came as a surprise to hear, that's all.

I wish there was something we could do.

Me too.

[light music]

Hi.

Good morning.

So, I've been thinking.

I'm sorry you've been cooped up here.

You may only have a week left in my time

and I don't want you to miss out.

So, can I take you around

to see some things in the modern world,

and get you some more clothes?

I had to come straight back yesterday

and didn't have time to get to the store.

I would like that.

Good.

No pressure, we can just browse around.

Browse?

Yeah, see what you like and then you can try it on.

This one's nice.

Oh, this one.

Yes, definitely [chuckles].

[throat clears] What else?

What would you recommend for me?

What does one call the metal line that separates

and comes together again on the clothing?

A zipper.

Keep forgetting how much must be new to you.

Even small things like a zipper.

[Charles] I have not forgotten you have spoken

of grander marvels such as flying.

I would very much like to experience such a thing.

Good choice.

Unfortunately, you need an ID.

Government papers that prove your identity

in order to fly on most planes.

[Charles] That is unfortunate.

So what would you wish to see then,

if you were to spend some time at your leisure?

Probably a museum

or the Globe Theatre where Shakespeare had his plays.

It was rebuilt and it is quite

the tourist attraction now.

[Charles] You have heard of William Shakespeare?

Yeah [laughs].

People can visit where he was born

or other historical sites that have been preserved.

Historical preservation.

Charles, I think I know of a way we can protect the manor.

How?

[engine rumbling]

May I help you?

Yes, we are here about my home.

Barkley Manor.

What about it?

Since it is such a remarkable property full of history,

we were wondering if it might

be protected by your society here?

Barkley Manor. [keyboard keys clacking]

It's not currently under any protections.

Shouldn't it be?

Why?

Because it's old, and beautiful.

It needs someone to care for it.

I believe that's why it's for sale.

But it should not be.

Certainly not to disreputable men

who intend to destroy it.

If an owner buys it, they have that right.

There must be something we can do.

File a petition or request to have someone inspect it?

What about the history?

It was home to several Lord Barkleys.

Five generations,

including myself. [Chelsea's throat clears]

Look, Miss, I realize a building few hundred years old

is rare in America, but here we call that new.

Can I speak with a supervisor, or a town council?

The only way you're going to save

that property is to buy it yourself.

Thank you for trying.

As I think about it from your perspective,

it must appear futile to save something

when I am not supposed to be here.

I understand, though.

It's your home, the place your family

and ancestors lived and thrived.

Yes.

It is all my existence is centered upon,

duty, my livelihood.

I'd hoped it would become

a warmer place for me full of family.

But even without, it still means something to me.

I see that.

If the Preservation Society

had been able to do anything,

would that not have hindered your bank?

Maybe.

Well, then why would you do such a thing?

Because it is beautiful.

If I could buy it myself, I would,

and make it shine [chuckles].

Just like could see it like you do in all its glory.

And it means something to me too

because it reminds me of you.

[gentle music]

Thank you.

You don't have to thank me [laughs].

You are magnificent, Chelsea.

[Chelsea's throat clears]

May we see another place tomorrow?

Sure.

I have to go with Priss to see three

or four more properties, but we could go after.

What do you have in mind?

A place that brings me much peace.

[light music]

I hoped it'd still be standing.

Came to worship here as a boy.

One of the clergy member became a great friend.

Trusted source of wisdom for me,

most certainly after the death of my father.

Can you show me around?

My mother made sure we worshiped often.

I did not have much patience for it as a boy,

but as I grew older, it began to mean more to me.

Do places to worship like this still stand anywhere?

Oh, yeah.

Maybe not as old as this one,

but they're all over the world.

I wonder what happened here over the ages.

Don't know.

It was in pristine order the last time I saw it.

What's it called?

Fernsby Abbey.

I'm gonna go find out what happened.

As you wish.

[Chelsea] Fire.

Chelsea,

are you well?

Yes.

Not really.

A fire destroyed the abbey in 1799 on June 24th.

So soon?

That is about a few weeks away.

I must warn the clergy when I go back.

Charles, no.

I'm sorry, but I must.

I cannot stand by and watch-

This is where you die.

On that very day in this abbey, you die in a fire.

I imagine you've seen these, except this one.

"In memory of Sir Charles Barkley V.

1765 to 1799."

This does not mean that I die.

That's exactly what gravestones mean.

Do you not see it?

Yes. I do.

It says you die this year, or I mean in your year.

[chuckles] No, it does not say that.

Look closely.

"Here lies Sir Charles Barkley IV."

And now mine.

"In memory of."

I don't get it.

[chuckles] There is no one buried here.

Perhaps my hat or a pair of shoes.

But there is no body under this stone.

And that's good news?

How can you be sure?

Because of the words chosen.

"In memory of."

But other records say that you died.

I looked it up on my computer.

Here.

Your block of obsidian says so, so it must be true.

I'm standing here before you.

Charles, whether you died or went missing,

neither is good.

Well, one might be quite better than the other.

What if you go home and, and-

Perish?

You just as easily could be in memory of

because they couldn't find any remains after the fire.

Ah, that is a somber thought indeed.

I don't want anything to happen to you.

Nor do I.

But we cannot be certain of the true meaning.

All will be well, Chelsea.

I hope so.

The owner passed away.

No one left to pay for the land or to work it.

It's not exciting but it's worth something.

Any nearby farmers who wanna acquire it?

I've checked.

Not for a price you'll want.

What else is new?

But the manor, this should ease some pressure.

I expect an offer today or tomorrow.

Right.

I thought you'd be happy about it?

Oh, yes I am.

I just...

A lot to do.

Speaking of, we have competing offers

on the Lambert Circle property.

Great.

I'll review those this afternoon

and tell you which one we wanna go with.

Hey, Charlie.

Good day, Quinn.

You square?

All is well.

I am simply trying gather my thoughts.

'Bout what?

Ms. Grayson, and time.

Oh, not another one of you.

You as obsessed with time travel as Chesley?

It is not until recently

I have given the subject any thought.

You want my advice?

Of course you do, I'm brilliant.

Listen up.

We always consider what happens when going back in time,

but we don't often ask what happens if we go forward.

I mean, if I like the future better, I'd just stay.

And what about the time from whence you came?

You just go missin'.

But what about what was meant to happen?

Oh, yeah.

What I'd really do is I'd go back

to one of those oldy style banks, make a deposit,

it grows for a few hundred years,

you come back to now and you'd be rich.

That is interesting.

But it does not ease the conundrum I face.

What?

I am uncertain of what to do with my time.

My mantra is no regrets.

I'm afraid there may be regrets no matter what I choose.

Then just go with the one that makes you the most happy.

How's your employment today, Ms. Priss?

Fine.

A little disappointing.

She's excited for the manor to sell.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I know this is your home that you've known

and loved your whole life.

Tell me more about your home.

Oh, well there's not much.

It's just me and my little apartment.

It's much smaller and less cool than yours.

And do you have family there in Iowa?

Not in Iowa.

A few states over.

It's my work and my friends.

And- - Why are you not married?

What [laughs]?

You are of suitable age and station I assume?

You are perfectly delightful, intelligent,

and beautiful.

Why has no man asked for your hand?

Well, I can't speak for them,

but for me, I guess I haven't found someone

to love like that.

Nick, he's my ex-boyfriend.

The entanglement?

Yes [chuckles], entanglement Nick.

We dated, or I guess you would call it courting,

for too long.

After awhile I knew it wasn't gonna work,

but I didn't speak up.

I was so upset when he canceled on this trip,

I figured we might as well go our separate ways.

But honestly, now that I'm here,

I don't even mind he didn't come.

Hearing you speak so freely about how you feel

and what you want, it is both perplexing

to imagine it yet something to aspire to.

Don't you have a say in who you marry?

Yes.

However, the expectations

for me in the family name weigh heavily on any decision.

Hm.

Pardon me, but if I may speak as freely as you have?

Of course.

If I had such absolute freedom as you do,

I would turn from my responsibilities,

abandon my station and stay here.

Here?

Yes.

But I suppose my path is laid out before me in the past.

Priss sent me the developer's offer.

[Mikayla] I saw it, great work.

I have some concerns.

Like what?

Do we not have a buyer that's credible?

[Chelsea] Barkley Manor is part of the history here.

It has a great legacy.

Do you think there'll be interference

from local government?

Ah, even if there is, it'll be after the sale,

so not our problem.

I know, but it shouldn't be turned into apartments.

It's an asset worth millions.

The largest that you have there to clear up.

- I understand, but- - Then do your job.

Stop romanticizing it, get it sold and off our books,

or I'll send someone else to get the job done.

Sure. Okay.

[gentle music]

Not working yet?

No.

Though I suspect it'll be a few more days

as you have learned from your research.

Well, we should use the remaining time wisely.

What do you propose?

Well, why don't we go out for dinner tonight?

Unfortunately, I do not have my best dinner attire.

You won't need it.

So, this is the evolution of the tavern.

Pretty much.

Slightly more civilized.

That's good [chuckles].

So, what will you do when you go home?

I shall resume life as it was, I suppose.

And I'll certainly miss water showers

and plumbing [chuckles].

[Chelsea chuckles]

Of course, that presumes I'll be able to return at all.

I haven't really thought

about that alternative seriously.

You being stuck here.

Well, at the least I would be with you.

However, you have your life there in America.

[chuckles] I assumed life will continue

as it has these past days.

You would have to leave, wouldn't you?

Well, I'd have to leave the manor if it sells.

As would I.

I would find a place for you to live.

It's very gracious of you.

I'm sorry.

We should talk about happier things.

All is well.

I just find myself lost at the prospect

of being penniless here with my home no longer my own.

Perhaps Quinn could assist me

in finding suitable employment at the hamburger place.

[Chelsea chuckles]

Thank you for the fine meal.

I'm not sure bangers and mash qualifies as that,

but you're welcome.

And the fine company.

Hm.

Ah, this place really is amazing.

I know it's familiar to you, but I love it.

These days with you have made it more than familiar.

It has been warmer. [Chelsea chuckles]

A delight in no way I have experienced before.

I know what you mean.

When I first came here,

I just saw it as a commodity, but now it's so much more.

Miss Grayson, I- [Chelsea chuckles]

[chuckles] What?

You called me Miss Grayson [chuckles],

Well, that is because I wish to ask

for the chance to escort you tomorrow evening.

Propriety dictates a more formal address.

Oh, escort me where?

Leave that to me.

I'd like that.

Until tomorrow then.

Goodnight.

[gentle music]

[Quinn clapping]

Well done, mate.

Quinn, I'm in need of your assistance.

Hey, Charles.

Morning, Chelsea.

Priss is coming to pick me up to go see the last

of the properties and then we're gonna go over

some paperwork in our office.

Are you gonna be all right?

Of course.

But I shall see you this evening?

I haven't forgotten. [horn honking]

Have a good day.

And you.

[door closes]

[engine rumbling]

Yeah, get 'em before they spawn.

Quinn, it's time.

I'm in the middle of a game.

But she has left.

We must make haste.

Oh, right.

Gotta run.

You can handle them yourself.

What's first?

A dress for Chelsea.

Is there a dress maker or suitable shop for such things?

Yeah.

You sure she doesn't have one already?

I have not looked in her quarters,

nor do I feel that is acceptable in these times.

Fair point.

I've been told that before.

- Shall we? - Yeah, yeah.

[anticipatory music]

So, pick from the bottom.

On three.

Oh, okay, faster than three.

So this one is the oven.

Turn it to the right, open the door, food in,

and then your timer is here.

Like that.

Take it.

Very good.

Right.

[vacuum whirring]

Up and back.

Up and back.

[music continues]

[upbeat rock music playing]

[gentle music]

Thanks for today, Priss.

Talk to you later.

Quinn?

Kelsey.

[smirks] Have you seen Charles?

Inside in the bath, I think.

He left something in your room for ya.

Thanks.

[Chelsea gasps]

[light classical music]

[wine sloshing]

Hello.

You did all this?

Quinn was a great help.

Oh, it's lovely.

All of it.

I'm glad you think so.

Are you hungry?

I'm hoping this meal proves as satisfactory as the tavern's.

I'm sure it'll be great [chuckles].

Would you prefer to dance first?

[Chelsea] That sounds nice.

[light music] [Chelsea laughs]

Pray, has the art of dancing changed much?

- A little. - Hm.

I'm sure you know a lot of certain steps and dances,

but now- - You do not?

No [chuckles].

So, what do you do in its place?

Well, you bring your hand down to here

and then you sort of just move the music.

This is agreeable.

[Chelsea chuckles]

When did you learn to dance?

As a boy.

It is an essential skill by my society standards.

Hm, and have you danced often?

Yes, though never with any lady quite like you.

Not too many 21st century women show up to the balls?

To my detriment to be sure.

That makes me wonder,

did you ever consider going through the mirror?

Not really.

I guess because of my family, I can never leave them behind.

Not to mention who knows what I would change

by going back in time.

If it weren't for those cookies-

Ah,

biscuits.

Biscuits,

I don't know if we ever would've been in the same time.

I am most grateful that we are.

Me too.

If there were no concerns of time

and our effect on history,

would you wish me to stay or to return?

I'm afraid I would be a bit selfish.

I would want you to stay.

Why is that selfish?

Because it would be hard

for your family and friends.

And I'm not taking into account what you want.

I want to stay.

You do?

And not for any modern advancement,

but for you.

Ms. Grayson- [Chelsea laughs]

Chelsea,

I feel for you what I am yet to feel for any other.

I feel the same.

What saddens you so?

Not knowing what's gonna happen.

The new moon is almost here.

Let us not dwell on the future or the past.

Okay [laughs].

[light music] [Chelsea laughs]

And this one to finalize the town home sale.

Okay.

When does the farm go to auction?

Two weeks. [laptop chimes]

Oh, the developer's offer just came in.

I'll forward this to you.

That's quick.

He did mention accelerating his construction schedule.

I think his ego.

Hm.

If you'll sign it and send it back,

we can get this done before you leave.

Right.

You know, I think I need to get appropriate approval

on this one since it's such a significant asset.

Okay.

Chelsea, is everything all right?

Oh yes, I'm fine.

I...

Relationship trouble, sort of.

Oh, dear.

Tell me, I am a sympathetic ear.

I'm afraid it won't last.

I want it to work,

but he would have to give up his family and job.

And if he doesn't he might get hurt.

But if it doesn't work out, can we go back?

I mean, I don't think we can.

It's such a risk, you know?

And we've changed too much and...

Am I making sense?

You wanna know for sure, but all love is risk.

That's what makes it so special.

[gentle music]

[music continues]

[lawnmower whirring]

Quinn, I'm in need of your help.

Again?

I merely seek some wisdom.

No one ever says that to me.

Go ahead.

I must do something to save the manor.

Why?

It's just an old pile of stones, same as anywhere else.

This manor is dear to Chelsea, and to me.

It is the place we met, and my home.

Yo, not sure the bank would agree.

Wait, what did you say your surname was again?

You have not asked before now, but it is Barkley.

You're...

The crazy talk of time slips,

the high and mighty manners,

you've never seen a video game and burgers.

You're him.

The one buried out back.

There is some dispute about that, but yes.

Which one are you?

Number three, four or five?

Charles Barkley the fifth at your service.

I'm gonna need a minute.

So, what are you going to do now?

Return to my time and ensure the manor won't be lost.

But hang on, you can't just go back changing

what you don't like.

I shall not alter anything immediately.

But I will try to provide for Chelsea.

Provide?

She's not a little baby.

She's capable of providing for herself.

I know.

However, it might enable her to do as she wishes,

to sell the manor and have a comfortable life.

If you leave, are you comin' back?

I cannot say for certain.

That's the crazy part, Charlie.

I've seen the way she looks at you.

Love struck, the both of you.

She doesn't want any money or even the fancy house.

She just wants you.

[gentle music]

It's almost nighttime.

The moon.

I guess we should check?

Yes.

[mirror whooshing] [gentle music]

So, you've decided?

[mirror whooshing]

I thought maybe...

I want nothing more than to stay,

but there is much for me to attend to.

Will you come back here?

Do you want me to?

Yes.

Even if it alters the course of your life?

Then I'll try.

What about the abbey with the fire?

I will use caution.

I will do everything I can to come back to you.

[light swelling music]

Farewell.

[mirror whooshing] [music continues]

Goodbye.

Chelsea?

Ah, there you are.

Where's Charles?

He left.

Oh.

Yes, I have the offer

for the manor right here in front of me.

I'll get it signed and sent back as soon as I can.

Thanks, Priss.

[phone beeps]

[gentle music]

[bugs chirping]

[music continues]

[Chelsea sighs]

[doorbell ringing]

Can I help you?

Forgive me, are you Chelsea Grayson of Iowa?

Yes.

I'm Reginald Dunkley

and I work for Creighfield Bank.

Oh, are you here about one

of the properties my employer's selling?

No, we are a very old bank.

Creighfield Bank has a long history

of discreet banking relationships.

Okay, what does that have to do with me?

I have some very specific instructions to follow,

if you'll please indulge me.

Okay, sure.

We were instructed to give you this letter.

I believe it'll explain everything.

[gentle music]

[Charles] "My dearest Chelsea,

upon my return, I arranged a living of sorts in your name.

I know you have concerns about changing the past,

so I could not tell you,

but this is something I felt I needed to do.

I hope it'll make life a bit easier and enable you,

should you still wish to preserve my home.

I leave the decision to you.

I suspect I have disappointed you,

in the least that I have not returned

to tell you all this myself,

but know that my affections are unchanged

and I will yet endeavor to see you again.

Your loving and faithful, Charles."

Ms. Grayson, in June of the year, 1799,

the Earl of Barkley deposited 1,000 pounds

in an account in your name.

He gave very specific instruction

that we were to invest it on your behalf

and notify you of the account today.

Why today?

I have no idea.

Nor can I fathom how he would know

your exact name or where to find you.

I don't suppose you can shed any light on that?

No, I really can't [chuckles].

Shame.

We have invested the funds now for the last 220 years.

Our investments have averaged over 6% during that period,

which is currently valued at just over 246 million pounds.

Wow!

Yes, of course it would've been more but for the taxes.

This is mine?

There it is some paperwork to be completed, but yes.

Creighfield Bank is at your service.

In light of this news, is there anything we can do for you?

[Chelsea chuckles]

Yes.

How liquid is this money?

Fairly.

Why?

I wanna buy Barkley Manor.

Okay, here you go.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Yes.

You could have turned in the paperwork yourself.

I wanted it to be as official as possible.

Hm.

My employer might not believe me otherwise [laughs].

You'll take care of telling the developer the news?

Oh, he will not be happy.

Tell him about the auction on the nice farmer's field.

He can build something new on it.

If we could do anything we wanted to make it feel

as amazing as it did in the 18th century

to make it feel restored and like home, what would you do?

I'd fix the things that I needed,

and some new furnishings.

Won't be cheap.

That's okay.

Charles made sure it could be taken care of.

Will he be back to see it?

I don't know.

Okay, we're going to start over here boys,

and see how far we get today.

[video call ringing]

[Mikayla] Chelsea.

Mikayla, hi.

I just sent out the latest report.

I saw.

Can I change your mind about quitting?

No, but I'll help wrap things up here

so you don't have to send anyone else out.

I guess that'll have to do for now.

How long will you be staying there?

I'm not sure yet.

[Mikayla] Good luck with everything.

Thanks.

Bye.

[laptop call chimes]

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Chelsea?

Charles!

You're still here.

You're hurt.

The fire?

No.

In my haste to return this very evening,

I passed through the mirror as the dawn came,

but due to my own clumsiness it fell.

It is in ruins below.

[chuckles] I did not fully avoid the glass.

Let me clean this properly.

I have something that'll help.

It matters not.

Only that you are here.

I thought something had happened.

Much did.

I had to travel to London

to make arrangements with the bank.

But even in my haste, it took longer to return than I like.

And of course, I wanted to see my mother one last time.

When June 24th passed, I was so worried.

I thought the fire...

I did my best to avoid it

while trying to ensure no one was hurt.

It was a challenge trying

to warn the clergy without changing

the past too drastically.

The mirror.

If the mirror is broken, you can't go back.

I don't want to go back.

And people will believe

I met my demise in the fire just as history presumed.

So now it appears I'm here to stay.

Is that agreeable to you?

Yes.

Most agreeable.

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So your plan worked.

The manor is safe.

What Now?

I confess I have not thought beyond this happy moment.

Well, I guess we have

our whole future to discover together.

Perfect.

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