Harriet MacLeod (aka 'Harry'):
Harry is conflicted. Could care less about the Professor, Macintyre, and those native to this time, she thinks, save for one person: Isabella. There are monsters at large in Collinsport, and leaving would doom the girl to whatever ill end Fate had in store for her. Her concern for the girl — and a Collins, no less — surprises Harry. Could just kill her myself and be done with it, she thinks. Kill them all and go home. Why so sentimental all of a sudden? I've no desire to lead or protect anyone.
As Harry watches... Charity Collins walks in the room.
She's different, though. She's wearing her hair up, and looks more severe, somehow.
She walks to the telephone, and dials it. "...Yes, this is Charity Trask, of Trask Manor... Is this the Traskport Inn? Yes, well, I'm calling to--"
She turned, to look out the window, and stopped.
Her eyes have caught sight of Harry.
"...I'll call you back," she says, and hangs up.
Charity squints. "...Ms. MacLeod? Are... are you back? What happened during the séance? Where is Mr. Macintyre and the professor?" And then, with a note of pure
greed in her voice that Harry had never heard from the old woman before: "...Did you learn the location of the wreck...?"
This is very wrong. Every bone in Harry's body says that yes, this
IS the same 1966 she left... And yet, it's not. Maybe sending a werewolf back to 1795 has messed-up time more than one might have thought...