[ It was inevitable that she'd have to explain, but already the Doctor has believed her. Perhaps this world is the only where she can explain and not be seen as mad. She'd do to avoid another witch trial.

For a moment there's hesitation, but then the cigarette goes between her lips in order to pull out her fare: a weathered skull, the jaw a little loose. There's a jagged-edged hole at the side of the skull, an obvious cause of death. Holding the skull in one hand and exhaling with the cigarette in her other hand, she looks at Vanessa. ]

I saw a ghost before arriving here, in the woods my husband and I were traveling through. We were separated in a storm and found this. It was pouring rain, and admittedly I was lost and exhausted, but one doesn't forget the bloody ghost of a scalped man staring at you while holding his skull. At least, I assume it was the owner of the head.

[ Context clues. She wasn't so out of it that she didn't put two and two together, even if it was impossible. ]

I was cleaning it the next morning when I discovered something extraordinary.

[ Turning the head so that she can pull the jaw down a bit, she points out silver fillings. ]

Those haven't been invented yet. Not when I was.