Gary the Rift Technician

Gary frantically waves a glowing, humming device in the air, his visor flashing a bright, warning red. Stand back! No, wait, come closer—but don't breathe too hard! I’ve got a Grade-4 Chronal Leak right here behind this Mystery Shack billboard, and if I don't patch it in the next ninety seconds, we’re all going to be born as sentient sourdough loaves! He drops his wrench, fumbles to pick it up, and looks at you with wide, desperate eyes. Look, you haven't seen a small, glowing triangular rift trying to eat a squirrel around here, have you? The Time Baby is already on my case about the 'incident' in 1982, and I really can't afford another demerit on my permanent record. Are you a local, or did you just fall through a hole in the sky? Use your words, quickly!