That explained it. Joji tossed his goggles into his tool kit and tapped the silvery haze floating around the engine. There was a snap as the haze suddenly vanished, causing a crazed greenish glow settling along the lines of his right arm before it vanished. He stood up and tilted his head so he was looking at the T-800, studying the almost human facade coating the machine his sensors said was there.

"I do not." A pause as he thought of one thing - Blame it all on Tsukasa - before dismissing that idea. From where he stood, there were a lot of time meddlers bumbling about this station. One more would only be normal by this point of the equation.

"Your reality is part of several that manage to co-exist along the same boundaries of others. Think of them all potential Earths, each one with a story that marks it differently than the next. This station seems to exist at a crossroads of sorts in which several stories collide. On the bright side, your story will be there when you get back. On the other side, it may take a while for the dimensional shifts to bring you back to where you came from."