"Yeah. He's. . . ." Stan trailed off again. He looked around the room, at the notes and books and the laptop and the other bed, then back at Claudia, who didn't know who he was and hadn't seen Uncle Joshua and looked blank when he mentioned Gramps and didn't know how to access the Warehouse computer system.

". . . Oh."

The portal was through time. He'd messed with the timeline.

So many people were going to kill him.