All language subtitles for Love.Across.Time.2024.720p.AMZN.WEB-DL

[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]

[gentle music]

[bugs chirping]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[objects crashing]

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.

[light swelling music]

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.

[light swelling music]

[bright music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music fades]