[ Harold's whole expression scrunches up momentarily, the question causing a veritable explosion of thoughts he has to reconcile and run through various filters. What are his thoughts? How can he explain them without going off on a rant about theories of four dimensional universes and closed timelike curves? How is what he says going to affect John, who always takes things so closely to heart despite his affectation otherwise?

It's pretty obvious he's struggling for a few seconds before he finally speaks. ]

That's a very complicated topic, Mr. Reese. The buildings may not be replicas either. If you'd like to know what my thoughts are, I think we are ourselves. Bear is Bear and you are you.