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“Don’t think of it like that; that motherfucker is about to level up.” Always a good supporter, my assistant Elle.
“Are you really on his side?”
“Phoebe.”
“It’s not a competition but a connection. I want to be able to say I bleed, and I don’t want you to say it’s okay to bleed. You’ll get over it one day. I want you to say I bleed too.” I turn until our knees are touching.
“Fine, I am on your side, by your side.”
We hug because it is just what you do when you are unsure of which reality you are in, so you better hold on to the closest physical object.
“Phoebe, I bleed too.” Elle holds up her hand, and a spork sticks to her hand.
“Where did you get that spork?”
“I think I am a magnetic or something.” What a superhero gift that must be. I probably got invisibility or lactose intolerance.
“Are you guys high?”
“Now isn’t the time, Enzo.” Elle and I put our heads closer together to stare at the metal element. Did the aliens leave it for us? Are we supposed to save the world?
“Are you on your save the world trip again?” Enzo sits down next to us. Gosh even this version of him looks like an exact copy of the one in my brain.
“Hey, how you doing?” I wiggle my eyebrows at me. I sit down criss-cross applesauce; I lean forward next to his face. “How did you get here?”
“I flew.” Enzo says the two words annoyed.
“Oh my gosh, Elle, he can fly now. He’s like a black Asian superman.” I reach out to touch his stomach and he feels very real; this is incredible. Who ever made this batch of drugs should win the Nobel Peace Prize. “Oh my gosh, do you have abs of steel?”
“On a plane, I flew on an airplane.”
“On top of the airplane?” That one comes from Elle.
“Inside of it.” Correcting our imaginations.
“Why did you fly inside of it if you can fly yourself? Are you wasting taxpayers’ money?”
“You don’t think I’m real, don’t you?” Enzo tilts his head to the side. And I copy him like we are cute little pandas mirroring each other.
“I think I am in love with you.” I scoot closer to him. “Listen, what is your space name?”
“Kenzo.” The man before me speaks as if it were obvious.
“Whoa, what timeline did you jump to get here? Wait, don’t tell me; it might mess up the space-time continuum. But blink twice if the Phoebe from your reality and you are together and make lots of babies?” I open my eyes wide, trying to catch a blink.
A gust of wind blows, and he blinks several times.
“You blinked! Wow, other Phoebe must have those birthing hips. I am so proud of her. Aren’t you proud of other me, Elle?” I reach out and grab her hand.
“I think I might cry; that is so beautiful.” Elle is always my champion, cheering me on.
“I got dirt in my eyes; I wasn’t blinking. I am not from another reality. I am Enzo. See, proof enough for you.” Enzo pulls up his sleeves, but I don’t look down.
“Listen, if I look down, I will see scars. But I cannot do that because, technically if you came from another reality, you shouldn’t have these; things should be different. Maybe you need to go see Enzo; wait, that’s the number one rule in time travel: can’t talk to yourself.” I bite my lip to figure out a solution. “Okay, you tell me what message you need to tell Enzo, and I will remember and relay it. I have an excellent memory.”
Elle is next to me, agreeing with my statement.
“Why didn’t you come to visit me in Hawaii? I must have asked you a dozen times to come out. How come you didn’t want to?” Enzo wants answers, and I want to dance naked under the moon.
