Lunch in the home multiverse where Jenny and I are sitting around thinking what we’ll do after we finish eating.
It was a really good meal with friends. Shit was sparkling all around.
I turn to her and say, “Hey, let’s do Earth.”
“Hmm, I haven’t done that one.”
“I’ve done it a couple times. It’s profound.”
Our friend leans into her and whispers, “Oh, that’s a painful one. I don’t recommend it.”
“I’m not sure,” Jenny says. “They die painfully, right?”
“Eh, it isn’t that painful if you’re prepared for it.”
Our friend shakes her head … don’t do it.
I say: “It’ll only take like 45 minutes. Let’s check it out. We’ll be home before dinner.”
“How long do the bodies live there, and are you stuck in them?”
“That’s the thing that makes it interesting. You do what you can to keep them going but they could live a minute or for like 100 years.”
“Well, I can leave if I want,” she says, “if you don’t make it long enough, right?”
Jenny pauses, looks to her friend, then to me, and says, “Okay, I’ll do it. I can’t believe I’m saying okay.”
“Alright. Be prepared, it’ll feel like a lifetime, ha ha.”
“Ha. Don’t they all?”
As we’re ready to go I say, “Let’s see how long it takes to find each other when we get there.”
“Oh, it won’t take long,” she says. “See you on the other side.”
And we’re off!