“What happened fifteen years ago?”
“You told me you were pregnant with Charlie. The multiverse exists because every choice we make creates a fork in the road, which leads into a parallel world. That night you told me you were pregnant didn’t just happen the way you and I remember it. It unfolded in a multitude of permutations. In one world, the one we live in now, you and I decided to make a life together. We got married. Had Charlie. Made a home. In another, I decided that becoming a father in my late twenties wasn’t the path for me. I worried my work would be lost, that my ambition would die.
“So there’s a version of our life where we didn’t keep the baby. Charlie. You pursued your art. I pursued my science. And eventually, we parted ways. That man, the version of me you’ve been living with for the last month—he built the box.”
“Which is a large version of that thing you were working on when we first met—the cube?”
“Exactly. And somewhere along the way, he realized everything he’d given up by letting his work be the thing that defined him. He looked back at the choice he made fifteen years ago with regret. But the box can’t take you back or forward in time. It only connects all possible worlds at the same moment, in the present. So he searched until he found my world. And he traded my life for his.”
The look on Daniela’s face is pure shock and disgust.
She rises from the bench and runs toward the restrooms.
Charlie starts after her, but I put my hand on his shoulder and say, “Just give her a minute.”
“I knew something wasn’t right.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“You—well, not you, him—he had this different, like, energy about him. We talked more, especially at dinner. He was just, I don’t know…”
“What?”
“Different.”
There are things I want to ask my son, questions blazing through my mind.
Was he more fun?
A better father?
A better husband?
Was life more exciting with the imposter?
But I’m afraid the answers to those questions might shatter me.
Daniela returns.
So pale.
As she sits back down, I ask, “You all right?”
“I have a question for you.”
“What?”
“This morning, when you got yourself arrested—was that to get me to come to you?”
“Yes.”
“Why? Why not just come to the house after…Jesus, I don’t even know what to call him.”
“Jason2.”
“After Jason2 left?”
I say, “Here’s where things get really crazy.”
Charlie asks, “Things aren’t already crazy?”
“I wasn’t the only…” It sounds insane to even be saying the words.
But I have to tell them.
“What?” Daniela asks.
“I wasn’t the only version of me to make it back into this world.”
“What does that mean?” she asks.
“Other Jasons made it back as well.”
“What other Jasons?”
“Versions of me who escaped into the box in that lab, but took different paths through the multiverse.”
“How many?” Charlie asks.
“I don’t know. A lot, maybe.”
I explain what happened at the sporting-goods store and in the chat room. I tell them about the Jason who tracked me to my room and the one who attacked me with a knife.
My family’s confusion takes a turn toward outright fear.
I say, “This is why I got myself arrested. For all I know, many Jasons have been watching you, following you, tracking your every move as they try to figure out what to do. I needed you to come to me in a safe place. That’s why I had you call the car service. I know at least one version of me followed you to the police station. I saw him as we drove past your Honda. This is why I wanted you to bring Charlie with you. But it doesn’t matter. We’re here together, and safe, and now you both know the truth.”
It takes Daniela a moment to find her voice.
She says softly, “These other…Jasons…what are they like?”
“What are you asking?”
“Do they all share your history? Are they basically you?”
“Yes. Up until the moment I stepped into the multiverse. Then we all took different paths, had different experiences.”
“But some are just like you? Versions of my husband who have fought like hell to get back to this world. Who want nothing more than to be with me again. With Charlie.”
“Yeah.”
Her eyes narrow.
What must this be like for her?
I can see her trying to wrap her mind around the impossibility of it all.
“Dani, look at me.”
I stare into her shimmering eyes.
I say, “I love you.”
“I love you too. But so do the others, right? Just as much as you do.”
It rips my guts out to hear those words.
I have no response to them.
I look up at the people in our immediate vicinity, wondering if we’re being watched.
The mezzanine level has become more crowded since we sat.
I see a woman pushing a stroller.