March 20th.

Emily is a bit impatient now. She wants to extend the test to go back years. Before we can do that, we have to discuss if we are willing to change the past. I've saved that talk for another day.

The experiment was interesting. I went back to March 7th, days before the machine was constructed. I appeared in the workshop, but during my examination I knocked over a stack of paint cans.

The Emily from that time appeared in the workshop. She paused when she saw me, confused. Then I heard my own voice from down the hall, asking what was wrong. Her eyes widened whens he glanced behind her then back at me.

I feared what would happen if I met myself, and what that would mean for the time-space continuum, so I returned to the present.

This in a way confirms that I myself am not an anchor. I existed in two places at the same time. I feared that our trials may be bending the laws of time, and it is only a matter before they break. But the idea of an anchor is now raising more questions. What if, in the past, I was writing in this journal when a future me arrived? Would the journal just disappear? Ethan is also trying to figure out how Emily is powering the device. Michael doesn't quite care, but Emily is getting defensive. I think we need to pause testing.