“It’s happening again.”

I knew he was going to say that. Whether that was part of the Chronoclasm, or the fact that I’d known Marcus Delphine for too long, it was hard to say.

The wind was getting up as he spoke, and it would start raining in a moment.

“Cause and effect,” Delphine said, “not effect and cause. I don’t know why people can never accept that.”

I shrugged. “It’s inevitable a stage 3 society is going to start working on time travel.”

“Yes, but you’d think they’d bother with a few safeguards” he snorted. “Instead, we’ve got just under a thousand square miles of the Midwest locked into repeating the same six minutes, over and over.”

He had a point. The effect had been a little more vigourous than intended. “So, now what? Control suggested psidelining the whole event, nip it out of reality.”

“It would serve them bloody right if we did. I don’t know, I need to think…”

A fine drizzle was starting to fall, then abruptly stopped. Delphine looked up at the sky, frowning. “It’s happening again.”