I shift my weight, dragging my empty hand through sweaty hair. I might've thought that one through. Wiping off my palm against my thigh, I pad over towards a tree and lean back against the trunk.

"It's a hypothesis that suggests there are an infinite number of possible universes," I explain. "You've clearly looked at the public records. You probably noticed a few familiar names there, right? Jane Lipton, née Bennet. James Bond. Obi-Wan Kenobi. Harry Potter. Peter Pan. People out of fiction. Except, according to this hypothesis.... They're not. Somewhere out there, there really is a galaxy far far away."

I pause, making sure she's following.