We managed it, actually. The transfer of one [three, by the end of it] person from one reality to another. An extremely painful, dangerous process, but we did manage it. ["We." It isn't even something he thinks about, isn't something he hears. Because it's simple fact.] I'd be curious to know how the people here do it without those same effects.

[And, perhaps, he could find a way to bring Rosalind here. To not be alone. One half of a whole. It's very disconcerting after being a unit for twenty years.]

I would be happy to detail my work with the Lutece Field and the Lutece Tears. Probably called something vastly different in your world, I'm sure, but the basic principle being windows -- which can become doorways -- to other worlds.