Neither Albert, nor any of the voices in his head had ever heard of a Rift, let alone a way to not make one not explode. 
He briefly considers asking whether anyone else does, but discards the idea as unlikely to get a response in time, he's not sure they even heard him speak before.  
Still, there's one thing he can do, he's felt it within him since he realised time was stopped, just didn't think a panicking crowd would make life easier. Once he's decided what to do, a simple gesture of his hand sends a faint ripple outward, time resuming its normal flow, at least as far as he can see.