Topher's sitting in a fold-out chair Bethesda Terrace, wrapped up in a blanket and drinking cocoa. It's a bit too cold for him, really, but he's wearing many, many layers of clothing, and the place helps him think. Probably because it's the location of what he spends most his time thinking about. Knowing the rift is strongest here, he imagines he can feel it sometimes. But that's probably just the cold. His tech can notice it though, and the readings he gets are never boring. Just then, there's a big spike of activity.

He's busy scribbling down notes when his thoughts are interrupted by a loud splash. He looks up, and there's a kid fallen in the water. That's a dumb thing to do. Topher gets to his feet, and heeey, a distinctly underdressed kid, that's weird.

Suddenly he realises that, oh, right, kid shouting for help! Better go see to that that. He runs over, slipping to his knees at the water's edge, reaching out for him. "Here, kid, take my hand," he shouts, holding onto the stone railings with his other hand. He better not have to get in there himself.