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FRINGES: ONE OF THOSE DAYS - PART 6
Walter Bishop was having the time of his life.
When Tony Newman had been introduced to him, Walter wasn't sure he liked this young man with the trembling hand and the rather, conservative, sense of style. Then, Newman took a look at the math problem Walter and the Doctor had been working on, before Agent Broyles summoned the Doctor away. It was like someone threw a switch. Newman walked up to the whiteboard, took a long look at the equations and seemed to become a calculating machine. He picked up a marker and began jotting down solutions that had, quite honestly, never occurred to Walter.
"This is absolutely amazing," murmured Walter, peering at a particularly elegant solution that Tony had just finished. "How did you come up with that, Doctor Newman?"
The young man answered without looking away from the board. "I've done this sort of thing before."
Walter arched an eyebrow. "You've calculated for specific variances in the local space/time field before?"
Tony's hand shook, and he stepped back from the whiteboard. "Yes."
"May I ask....?"
Tony turned and looked at Doctor Bishop. The man was, in a biological sense, older than Tony, but, Tony decided, nowhere near as damaged. He felt a peculiar sense of comradeship with this man, which may have been why he answered honestly.
"I spent forty years trapped in a temporal anomaly, and calculating the space/time variances was the only way to escape."
Walter let this bit of information slip into his consciousness. He studied the young man, determined that he did not appear to be lying, then, in one of those staggering bursts of insight that had shaped and twisted his entire life, Walter Bishop suddenly knew.
"You're time travelers."
Walter Bishop was having the time of his life.
When Tony Newman had been introduced to him, Walter wasn't sure he liked this young man with the trembling hand and the rather, conservative, sense of style. Then, Newman took a look at the math problem Walter and the Doctor had been working on, before Agent Broyles summoned the Doctor away. It was like someone threw a switch. Newman walked up to the whiteboard, took a long look at the equations and seemed to become a calculating machine. He picked up a marker and began jotting down solutions that had, quite honestly, never occurred to Walter.
"This is absolutely amazing," murmured Walter, peering at a particularly elegant solution that Tony had just finished. "How did you come up with that, Doctor Newman?"
The young man answered without looking away from the board. "I've done this sort of thing before."
Walter arched an eyebrow. "You've calculated for specific variances in the local space/time field before?"
Tony's hand shook, and he stepped back from the whiteboard. "Yes."
"May I ask....?"
Tony turned and looked at Doctor Bishop. The man was, in a biological sense, older than Tony, but, Tony decided, nowhere near as damaged. He felt a peculiar sense of comradeship with this man, which may have been why he answered honestly.
"I spent forty years trapped in a temporal anomaly, and calculating the space/time variances was the only way to escape."
Walter let this bit of information slip into his consciousness. He studied the young man, determined that he did not appear to be lying, then, in one of those staggering bursts of insight that had shaped and twisted his entire life, Walter Bishop suddenly knew.
"You're time travelers."
