Diagnostics Perfect

It's been a slow news month so we're running diagnostics on the device. The entity is still scanning the planet although I'm sure we're still well hidden, unless of course they read fringe blogs in English. The dimensional ratio's are unchanging; they're not moving.

Dr. Ambler tended to her first patient today. A woman slipped in the rain and twisted her ankle. Anne bandaged it the way a doctor from the 21st century would. She couldn't help herself. Sadly, all of our interference will be eradicated once the event occurs.

I met an interesting man this afternoon. Our neighbor across the hall erects the steel skeletal frames of the buildings of New York City. He's an ironworker. They still do it mostly by hand.