“Hold on,” I said, “You can't barge in talking gobbledegook about exploding photographs and demand cups of tea. If you're with the authorities show us some ID.”
“Do you know what's happening here?”
“Well no...”
“Come with me, please. Humour me, and I'll try to explain.”
He led us through the front door and turned to face the house. “Tell me what you see.”
The house looked blurred and I told him so.
“Exactly so. My name's Raven, and I'm a mechanic of sorts. The fabric of reality is smudged around your house!”
