(Mindscape)

Quinn would start to explain (and produce a bar of soap to clean out Shania's mouth), but then the other Shania steps in, and she nods.

I apologise for the deception, dear. But it was necessary. You see...well...to you, I suppose you could say we're from the future, or at least your future. She sighs. Much of it is not very pretty, I'm afraid.