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Bina takes a deep breath.

"That was information we needed to know," says the Director. "You're doing fine."

Wolftamer9:
>Maybe it's time to ask if she believes you. It's an awful lot to take in, and very easy for someone in your position to sound outright crazy in circumstances like these. And if she believes you, why???


"You -"



"- believe me?"

There is a pause and then, "Yes."

"Why?" Bina wouldn't believe herself if she were on the other end of this phone line.

"You're not a narcissist or a sociopath, and you have never reported hallucinations as a symptom of your anxiety disorder. It's possible that you're having a schizophrenic break with reality, but my psych people say that's unlikely given your family history."

Bina decides it would be bad form to point out that the Director just referenced her medical records again.

'tegerioreo':
Director: Take it all in stride. There's a reason you have this job.


"In my experience, people in your position are unlikely to lie. You may be misinformed, compromised, or mistaken, but not lying. Experiencing an extraordinary event makes people want to share it, or bury it. You're talking, so you're sharing."

In her experience?

"Beyond that, I have three dead planes, an eighteen car pileup on the Trans Canada Highway, an underground factory that never existed, and something in your apartment that, to quote the two very scared sounding interns we had looking at it, 'appears to be a miniaturized particle accelerator fucking a plasma containment system'."

"You have my time machine," says Bina.

"We're assuming that's what it is."

Bina has a momentary freakout at the possibility that some government idiots are mucking around with a time machine before she remembers that, without unlight, time machines aren't much more then a very complicated looking paper weight. A very complicated paper weight with pieces of solidified time in them…

"You have to be extremely careful with that thing," says Bina. "It has very fragile components and if you break any of them… well… things could go really badly."

"You don't say," says the Director in a voice dry enough to dehydrate lemonade.


Notes

Glotos:
There was something a bit back about one of the previous Bs being a physics major rather than a journalism major.


This theory is persistent so I'm going to address it directly.

All the Bina's had very nearly identical lives until the moment they stepped inside the Laundromat. If I could go back and edit things, I'd make sure to establish this more clearly early on, probably around the point that Bina is talking to Twelve in her dream about getting lost in India.

They have all been journalism students.