As Norm scrutinizes the boy, he recalls where he's seen Bran's face before.  He was there at the Christmas party last year, that awkward occasion when high-level managers are forced to socialize with low-level employees.  Norm recalled making clumsy small talk with the Director of Finance and being introduced to his son, currently the young man standing before him.  "Yep, you got us, kid," he murmurs, flatly.  We just waved our umbrellas like so, and made the entire building disappear.  Yup.  Guilty as charged."<br/><br/>He sighed, and rubbed his temples.  He shouldn't be such a dick to the kid, he knew.  But this was not turning out to be a good day.  He didn't know what was going on, and Norm didn't like it when he didn't know what was going on.  It always gave him a headache.  He liked neat things, things which stayed put, things which didn't go wandering off and subvert the laws of physics itself.   It was why he became an accountant.<br/><br/>He absorbed Michael Tannen's revelation easily enough.  It sounded like just the sort of thing the Government would do.  Of course, there was always the possibility the man was completely full of shit.  Both possibilities were just as equally likely.<br/><br/>"Not particularly," Norm snapped.  "But something tells me that you are going to tell us anyway."