John comes inside the room, shutting the door behind him.
"What's going on?" he asks immediately.
"What's going on?" he asks immediately.
"Yeah," he says slowly. "Twice."
"Like?" John has no idea what's going on.
"We talked once in the hotel," John tells her. "And I saw him at Jeff's. Helped him pick out a pastry."
"About the other me," John says, "and how helped him and how they fought together. And about wormholes."
"What?" John shakes his head, rubbing at the lingering headache in his temple. "I mean...what?"
"What was he doing with me then?"
John pales and leans back heavily against her door.
"Torturing me? Why? I didn't do anything!"
"Torturing me? Why? I didn't do anything!"
He just keeps shaking his head.
"I didn't do anything," he repeats. "And he just talked to me. He didn't even touch me. He just talked to me."
"I didn't do anything," he repeats. "And he just talked to me. He didn't even touch me. He just talked to me."
"Um, yes," he answers. "Yeah, yesterday."
"A pastry?" He shrugs but tries to remember anything out of the ordinary happening. "He just talked to me."
"That the other me and him got in each other's way until they resolved their differences to unite and take down a tyrannical empire," John tells her.
"How did he torture me?" John asks because he can't avoid that question forever.
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