[ Bree goes inside with her and closes the door to the tea room; it's a nice space, comfortable, and she sits heavily, trying to sort out where to even start. How to start. ]

You don't have to...worry about lying. Or maintaining one. I know you went through the stones. I know everything's felt impossible since then, but being here...this isn't that.

[ Way to be clear, Bree. ]

When you leave here, you'll go back to the exact time and place you left. Back to Scotland in 1743.