At sixty three minutes the backlash growth slows to a trickle and then stops.

It stopped?

... eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen—

Mouths. She keeps the rest of her body as still as she can, but she finally may do what is demanded of her.

The other mouth waits longer before it deigns to participate in the process, this time. 

The notes don't seem to be happening at all.

Notes aren't happening yet, at least, but participation was also delayed. And she is not going to do anything to the hands to try to fix this.

The participation is good, and as both backlashes decrease, she gets low enough to tentatively pick a bit more up, just a few marbles, to match better. She's guiding actively, and it's pretty clearly what she needs to do, and not impossible to accomplish at the current rate.

It is definitely possible to accomplish the task of guiding Causal Web back down to zero.

She starts scrolling her news feed, after a while. As they get close to zero, she makes a few short notes (some sketched out dead ends to avoid, for the next attempt).

Progress! And the notes didn't need Emily to do something specific to make them happen, which is important to remember.

Yeah. (Emily is not the one who needs to do specific things differently, here.)

...she's not being paid to be glum about it, though. Stretch, water, and then she can try again.

Stretch, and water! It's rather nice to go from being intensely aware of everything important that she's failing to do to only knowing about it in the abstract, having accomplished exactly One thing.

Time to go again?

Yeah. (Wish her luck she doesn't need luck. She just needs to be a bit better.)

Again. 

Emily's going back to cubes, just in case, but this is otherwise much the same as last time.

Forty-seven minutes later, Causal Web's backlash stops climbing.

A marked improvement: there is apparently something to be said for the cubes approach.

She counts ten and initiates more efficient guiding.

Her subject participates, after a longer-than-average delay.

The initial burst of notetaking comes pretty quickly after that, though.

See? Everything is fine. (About the guiding. Not about minerals, obviously.) They both have tongues and fingers and are doing everything they need to with them.

They both have tongues and fingers and they are doing everything they need to with them!

The end result of this process is two unbacklashed espers.

Success! Emily untangles to drink water and stretch, and add "phone stylus?" and "chapstick" to her to-do list. She watches to see whether Causal Web wants to pause before their next round.

She has a bunch of typing to do (she doesn't write client reports while backlashed, it's too frustrating to edit them afterwards), but she can do that while drinking water and stretching.

"Alright. I'm almost done - there's a few things I want to nail down, but I can do it all in one go, and I don't think it'll take as long as the last few have." 

Emily takes the opportunity to look through the Zooniverse projects available to her, although there's not time to start anything.

"Sounds good!" She gets back into position.

Causal Web joins her for what will hopefully be the last time, for this job. (She smiles just a bit at the thought. She's looking forward to heading home.)

She pulls up her notes detailing the suspicious pair of gaps at the right times in Baxter's audit-delivered work calendar, closes her eyes, and reaches into the past.

Emily makes cubes and moves marbles. Thinks about birds in an undirected manner.

This one only takes her about twenty minutes. "Done with power use."

Two, three— wait, she doesn't have to do that.

She can just put her mouth into Causal Web's and start finishing all of the remaining guiding needed until the end of the day.

She can, yes! Causal Web gets involved right away, this time.

Her notes-writing is very short, but by the time they're fully guided she's finished editing the written report for the board. She did most of it last night and this morning - she was pretty sure what she was going to find, today, and so now she just needs to fill in a few details. 

(Baxter is going to lose his job before the end of the day, obviously. She doesn't feel bad about this at all.)

Emily is going to start labeling birds on her phone, but it's going to be long enough till her next backlash that she should be fine to not actively ignore whatever Causal Web is doing, if she happens to catch any of it.

Her magic hologram screen shows some kind of notification with a telephone symbol on it and her eyes light up, just a bit. "Ah, excuse me. I want to take this call."

She answers the phone with artificial cheer. "Hello! You've reached Causal Web. How can I help you, Mister Baxter?"

Smirk. "I am glad that you have decided to save your law firm's time and money. ...is that all you wanted to talk about?"