We have seen the ends of time...

The toaster worked, providing both burned bread and a vision of the future. Terrified, dragged into the void, we have seen all that is, and was, and will ever be. We have seen the beginning and the end of time. The Alpha and the Omega. And bears. We saw a lot of bears.
 Travelling to the depths of time, Max and I skipped yesterday, transporting ourselves to today, Tuesday. Later, we might go to the shops. I'm out of butter, and toast - even if it has travelled the length and breadth of time - is still rather dry on its own.
 So far, the space-time continuum is holding up fine...

Toaster Troubles

I took another look at the toaster. Max had been right to fetch me from the desert; it was well and truly buggered. Knowing we couldn't go back to the electronics store after Max first insulted then embarrassed himself in front of the Korean workforce, I decided I would try to repair the kitchen appliance. Dragging the broken husk into my basement workshop, which has just appeared from nowhere to meet the requirements of this story, I got to work. Max, watching over my shoulder, offered occasional gasps of shock or fear when appropriate.
 After about 2 hours, we stood back to appreciate my work. Lacking basic electronics skills as I do had made the task somewhat difficult. However, I think I may have accidently made the world's first working time machine. I've already sent Max back in time a week, to steal my toaster from my home before he broke it.
 I wonder what effect all of this will have on the space-time continuum?