She has to hold back a smile as she sees the baby Cordelia has, Connor. He’s rather adorable as a baby, instead of the annoying adult he is in her time. But she still loves him. She looks up at Cordelia’s words, and shakes her head. She was probably going to call Charlie crazy, maybe even tell her to leave. She frowns at the sudden flow of voices in her head, looking around. No ghosts. At least not in the lobby.
The wheels on her tank squeak a bit as she walks over to Cordelia, gripping the handle tighter. R e l a x, Charlie.
”Trust me. You haven’t. I’m Charlie Wyndam-Pryce, I’m sort of… from the future.”
“The future?”
The words slip out before she can stop them. Sure, she’s learned over the years to give every scenario a chance before deeming it impossible, but this is just…. too weird. How could she– Charlie– - be from the future? And, even if she was, why would she come back to this time? It didn’t make sense, unless…
Unless this girl’s future was so terrible that it gave her a reason to come back.
Pushing that thought aside for the moment, she moves on to one more pressing issue.
