I’ve met the version of myself from another world, and she’s the exact same as me which is why we have such deep animosity towards each other. The real question about the two of us is which one is the real one. Am I the parallel? I don’t think so, and the other me seems to agree. I suppose it makes me superior.

I was walking home when I saw her, poking her head out of the alleyway that we believe to be a loose end to multiple worlds we’ve decided are best left untouched by us. “This is truly important! I could have asked so many other people, but I didn’t.” Other me spoke urgently, which I had mistaken for theatrics, but then again why make the trip if it wasn’t serious.

I took her inside and offered tea to which she absentmindedly denied. “We should have been more secret about our excursion into each other’s world.” Other me sighed. “Quite,” I replied, “so who’s after us then.” “Not sure, perhaps the government or a secret organization.” She nervously glanced around my home as if I was hiding something. “How do you know?” I questioned.

“You know, I can just feel it, there’s been a lingering feeling of being watched, and I’ve never had paranoia this awful.” Other me said, exasperated. “Well, what do you think would happen to us if someone really was coming after us?” I sat down next to her. “It’s not like we changed the timeline that drastically,” she chuckled, “maybe we would just be wiped from existence.” “That’s really not too bad.” I smiled. “Exactly, like there’s way worse.” Other me smiled back.

“So we could just chill and if something happens we just hop on over.” I said. “Sounds good.” Other me stood up and began walking out. I followed behind and we went to the alleyway.

“I guess I’ll see you when it’s too late?” Other me said. “Let’s hope I’ll have to wait a while before the situation gets bad.” I patted her shoulder and turned away, I didn’t look back.

I walked by the alley on a different day, not having a thought other than that maybe burning it would bring me some peace of mind.