He rested he his against the hollow of her neck, ignoring the slowly mending wound. "I doubt you would have seen anything more impressive than a blip of light in an otherwise completely lightless room. The defenses were made by me in my last, most paranoid years, so it has a lot of triggers. I want to say that the power source IS NOT what it actually produces, but what it really is, if that makes any sense. A class eight paradox engine. It uses a temporal paradox to generate power, and has been running so long I am afraid to do anything with it. I am scared of even trying to get into it, as the memories are too fuzzy to give me a real answer on how to get in, but at some point I have too. That he managed to find the first door in is amazing enough, I wasn't sure where it was, but after sitting down and looking over the anti-beyonder field, and not denying it as the impossibility it nevertheless is, I figured that was the only way to power something like that."