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Leonard: Where is she? She’s not in a jail cell still, is she?
Street Proctor: No, no, no, no, no. She’s in the VIP quarters. She’s
perfectly fine.
Leonard: The law station has a VIP room?
Street Proctor: Of course. They don’t on your world? [...] Oh, don’t look so
surprised. You told me that you were in the wrong world when we first met,
and now you’re some big shot secret agent. It wasn’t hard to figure out that
you were actually telling the truth the whole time. I really wanna apologize
for how I treated you back then. I was going through some stuff that had
nothing to do with you, but it was no excuse for being unprofessional and
unhelpful. And I’m not just saying that because you super outrank me now.
I’ve been to some seminars, one workshop, and counseling every week.
Leonard: Well, I appreciate you saying that. It’s...very big of you.
Street Proctor: Yeah. Well anyway, your wife is right through here.
Leonard: *steps into the room* Keziah.
Keziah: Leonard. What the hell is happening? Where are we?
Leonard: What is the last thing you remember?
Keziah: I was going to Yuuna’s baby shower. I was driving around, thinking
that I was very lost, until I realized that I was actually very, very lost.
None of this is familiar. They call this place a law station, instead of a
police station. The guy who helped me said he was a proctor, which is
nothing I’ve ever heard of either. What is this room all about?
Leonard: Yuuna’s baby shower? That was months ago. That was...that was the
day that I disappeared. You and I left our Earth on the same day, but I’ve
been here since June.
Keziah: Time travel? We traveled through time? Wait, does this have
something to do with your little friend? Where is he? He has to send us back
home.
Leonard: It’s not really time travel. It’s that—let’s see, how did he put
it—the timestreams for two separate universes have nothing to do with each
other. And anyway, I’ve not seen him. I don’t think he had anything to do
with it. It’s just something that happens sometimes. In fact, I believe that
our link to him is the only reason either of us realizes that there’s
something different about this world. There could be others here who
are from different versions of Earth, but don’t even know it.
Keziah: Either way, I wanna go home. Do you have a plan? It’s been months,
right?
Leonard: Hold on... *starts to wave a little device all over the room*
Keziah: *turns the sink on* Is that a bug detector?
Leonard: Yes. We’re in the clear, but let’s whisper anyway. I have indeed
been working on a plan, but I’ve had trouble enacting it. Number one, if we
use the only tools we have at our disposal, we could be dooming our world to
profound destruction, so if we try it, I’ll have to kill the alien who
transported us right away, but that’s assuming he even took us to the right
brane in the first place. And now that you’re here, I’m not sure we can both
fit in the portal. Plus...I’ve sort of...built a new little life here.
Keziah: The ink on the divorce papers you texted me to say you signed,
sealed, and sent out for delivery isn’t even dry yet. But you met someone,
didn’t you?
Leonard: Yes, I did. You would like her.
Keziah: I don’t doubt it. But I still wanna go home. Tell me about this
alien.
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