"Oh no. What did they do? What...what do I do?" A man stood on a lawn, in front of a rambling house, looking more than a little lost. He looked devastated and infuriated. "Those fools! Those morons! Those bumbling buffoons! Those-those-oh, when I find them I'm going to…!"
He sighed and stared into an empty space of air, where a blinding, swirling portal of light was mere seconds ago. "Those witless fools. What is that...that charlatan going to do to them? It would be like sending the fox to guard the proverbial henhouse!"
Professor Maximillian Arturo sighed deeply and shook his head, his round shoulders slumped. "How can I even begin to find them? To save them from the other me? How can I even begin? And what do I do without them?"
Quinn's, this earth's Quinn's device was still here. But the chance of getting it running again, to say nothing of finding them to warn them, of even finding the right them in order to warn them...He walked slowly to the gate and started to open it. Then he paused in thought. "It is impossible. It cannot be done. But what kind of friend would I be if I didn't even try?"
He stood there a moment, torn between what he should do. Then he straightened his back, and turning, started purposefully toward the front door.
