Krystina drives up with someone else.

I start walking towards my house.

Okay, okay, what do I know? Last time this happened, Krystina accepted one fact, then the world instantly snapped back to normal except that fact was now true and it always had been. This time, it sounded at the end like she had accepting that she was a hot girl with green eyes, so the process must have completed. Somehow being a hot girl meant that I wasn't in the car with her anymore.

I stop walking. Shit. Is that really it? Is a hot version of Krys not interested in dating me?

Thing I know number two. The experiment totally worked. Based on what I saw of her ghost image, her whole face changed. That's not just changing some decision she made years ago, that's reworking her DNA. I have absolutely no idea what sci-fi bullshit could explain that.

The next thing is that I definitely just came. I've got that satisfied feeling, that totally content feeling that you get when you've just dropped a really good load. So even if the world really did shift all around me, I'm still the same.

There's one more thing I know. We went into that weird state when she licked her fingers. The last time it happened when I came in her mouth. So... I have quantum cum. Yeah, that doesn't sound completely insane. Tasting my cum sends Krys into a quantum state in the nexus between all realities. Obviously.

I really need to go to the hospital and check to see if I have a concussion.

As I'm standing on the sidewalk, trying to figure all this out, I see Krystina's junky, old car drive by. I start walking, then jogging, then running to keep up with it. It doesn't go very far. In fact, it stops a block away from the house, just like she always does when she drops me off. I catch up to the car, but stay back far enough so I can look inside and see what's happening.

When I get closer, I see why nobody is getting out of the parked car. Krys and Thad are inside, kissing. I duck behind a tree to get a better look through the back window. They break apart and smile at each other, then kiss again. I'm pretty sure this is one of those goodbye kisses where the couple refuses to actually say goodbye.

When her face isn't smashed into Thad's, I can see that Krys really does match the ghost image that I saw of her when we were in that weird state. She's recognizably Krystina, but... better. Better cheekbones, fuller lips, sexy eyes. It's weird how it looks like her, but a different version of her. God, she looks good.

Thad finally gets out and waves bye. He starts walking towards the house, and I catch up to him.

“Hey, Thad. What's up?”

“Oh, hey!” He looks around nervously.

“Who was that who dropped you off?” I ask.

“Oh, that's just a friend. You wouldn't know... them.”

You know that satisfied, “I just came” feeling I mentioned? I recognize the flushed cheeks and heavy breathing, the hard to repress smile on Thad. He has the same feeling.

“Really?” I say. “Because it looked like Krystina's car. It's also a little weird that she didn't take you all the way to the house.”

Thad stops. He puts his big, meaty hand on my shoulder and says, “Look, don't tell anybody. Krys and I are hooking up.”

Krys? He calls her “Krys” and not “Krystina”? I can't believe this asshole is with my girl.

Calm down. Thad isn't an asshole. Just a big, muscular, dumb guy who is somehow getting his rocks off WITH MY GIRL AND-

“Hey, are you okay?” asks Thad.

“So, you and Krystina!” I say. “Nice! She's kinda cute.”

“Cute?” Thad smiles and squeezes my shoulder firmly. “Dude, she is fucking hot! A little shorter than I like, but oh god, can she suck a dick!”

I **** a smile. “Yeah, right. I'm sure she's the type to always ask you to “return the favor”, right?”

“More like I have to pay in full beforehand. She's a little on the greedy side. I have to go down on her three times before she'll suck me off once. Not that I mind, I like eating pussy, especially when a girl keeps herself nice and trim down there like she does, know what I mean?”

“Sure do!” I say through gritted teeth. Apparently, new Krys has different grooming habits than old Krys.

“But look,” Thad pulls me in close. “You can't tell anybody. Both our parents are super conservative. You know Mr. Ito, he's a hardass. He'd freak out just as much about her seeing a guy who isn't Asian as my parents would about me seeing a girl who isn't white. You have to keep this quiet until the end of summer. Can you do that?”

Oh, yes, it's going to be so hard to avoid shouting from the rooftops that Thad is screwing around with the girl who was mine in an alternate timeline. Universe. Whatever.

“Sure, buddy. You can count on me.”