"Certainly." A few pokes at the tablet bring up a plethora of graphs and readouts and strings of data. This anomaly, self-contained, appears stable for all its... anomalousness. Just a piece of twenty-first century Boston phasing in and out a spot in twenty-second century Oslo. It appears to be large enough to encompass the entire Kresge Building.

It almost looks like... some kind of variation on the bridges between universes, only bridging time rather than realities. As though... one could walk into the building and be in the time the building came from.

Michael peers at it solemnly, then turns his gaze to Walter.