You know what? You’re right. None of this makes sense. It’s kind of really ridiculous how little sense this all makes. What kind of reason could there even be for it though?

What are we supposed to advance as a theory, then? Some equally preposterous hypothesis that we’ve rent holes in the double-ply fabrics of time and space just to bring together a pair of blind siblings from opposing poles of this ridiculous parallel-universe construction?
You call, and the answer is predictable. Since he’s your John you’re calling, all of the memories line up with those...
[You hesitate for a moment, but in the end, decide against speaking the thoughts on your mind.] Fine. Go ahead.
just name a time and a place, and i can be there. we can hang, talk about things, share pain, and be friends. Your smile...