It's been four days and the children are still unconscious. It's a wonder their minds weren't completely blown, given the depths of their exposure. But my faith is growing that continued confinement in the temporal dysmorphia chambers will slowly ease them back to some kind of "recovery," though it's a given they'll never be the same.

As High Counselor and keeper of the Time Sanctorum, I can't help but feel partially responsible. I'm sure the security audit will be eviscerating. But really I'm just focused on these children and trying to get them well again.