Something strange happens

You continue to patrol the area looking for troublemakers. Freyja's blue glow, however, proves to be deterrent enough that the "bad guys" seem to be keeping their distance. However, as you pass a dark alley, a figure steps out and blocks your path. The figure seems to almost glow with its own light. While its glow isn't quite as noticeable as Freyja's, it is still hard to miss. Freyja smiles as she gets into a fighting stance. The figure just stands there unmoved by Freyja's clearly aggressive attitude. She begins to think this might be the one in five person who will be fun to fight. As the figure continues to stand unmoving blocking your path, Freyja lunges at it. Getting closer you can clearly see that it is a man, or at least male. Freyja now smiles more as she loves to fight males. It lets her prove to herself and others that no male can defeat her. Twenty feet from the figure Freyja lets out a bloodcurdling scream as she gets pumped up for what she expects to be a VERY brief fight. After all, the man is clearly unarmed.

However, as soon as you are within roughly 10 feet of him, the man shifts and, with lightning speed, he deflects you attack. Mere seconds later, you find yourself flat on your back with Freyja's mind out cold. You look down and see your body has not only lost the armor, but you have also reverted back to your male form. You only know Freyja is **** because when you attempt to speak with her you get no response. The strange man walks slowly over to you and points at your chest roughly where the gem with Freyja's soul is phasebound to you. A beam of energy projects from his finger and you know somehow that he has sealed Freyja inside the gem. You can almost sense her presence has left your mind. You look up at him in confusion and fear...until you hear him speak. His words, leave you feeling only fear as the confusion leaves you quickly.

"You're welcome. I have been following you for a while now. I am from an alternate reality where Yabusa Robotics, Shaw Sciences, King Enterprises, and Hideki are a bit different from your reality. We are researching ways to acquire Yabusa's Phasebinder without resorting to outright theft. We felt following the exploits of our rivals in alternate realities where they were each successful in taking the Phasebinder would allow us to be more discrete. We were correct. Although, I felt it would be prudent to intervene now in this reality so that I could speak to you directly to ask about your experience with this 'Freyja' person. While we cannot hear your thoughts, we are able to read your emotional state fairly accurately."

You just stare at this glowing "being" for a moment before slowly getting to your feet. Though, you are grateful for the momentary reprieve from trying to convince the soul of an ancient warrior that people do not generally fight the way she does any more, you are curious how it that your clothes are not loose on you as your body is missing some of the parts it had only moments before. Composing yourself for a few seconds, you organize your thoughts. You have several questions, but the most prominent in your mind is...

"Who the hell are you?!"

"Oh forgive me. I forgot this is an alternate reality. In my reality most people know me already so I often forget to introduce myself. I am Alex Smith. Well, this is just a multidimensional drone that is projecting a hologram of my body. I am speaking through it."

At the confused look on your face, he replies "Oh excuse me a moment. I'll show what I mean."

A moment later, the drone flickers and the body disappears leaving behind what you would most likely call a quadcopter or drone. Though, this particular one lacked any discernible propulsion. It had no rotors, no apparent engines, no clear engine of ANY kind. You couldn't quite figure out how the hell it was staying in midair like it was and voiced your question regard such. You can clearly hear the smile of this Alex person as they explain that the drone uses low-level antigravity to maintain its height above the ground. You shake your head as you are still confused. You put THAT out of your head for the moment. Your next question is why you.

"Why would I contact you rather than speaking to King herself?"

You just nod in response. You hear that same slightly smug chuckle from before. The drone turns slightly and a screen lights up showing some sort of corporate marketing animation. You watch as the animation shows a line which is labelled "Timeline". The line pulls back from the camera and you see other lines branching off from various points along the line. Some of the branching lines seem to fracture as they grew longer. Others break through still more lines causing the third set of line to also shatter. The animation now zooms in on the point at which some of those lines diverge from the main line. Text now begins to explain that these are points of altered time. The main line is now labelled "prime timeline" and shows the date of the day you were first phasebound to the gem.

"This is the point at which my drone entered your reality. The divergent line is what would happen if the drone contacted Mrs. King directly. As you can see, if we had done that..."

The animation zooms out a bit to show two parallel lines. One is labelled "Our time". The other is labelled "Your time". Both lines are shattered beyond the point at which the divergent line labelled "Drone contacts Mrs. King" has intersected them.

"...both realities would have ceased to exist."

"And contacting me doesn't pose that problem?"

"Well...um...that's just it."

Alex's voice fades to a mumble as he is clearly hesitant to say whatever it is he has to say next. You are getting annoyed at this stranger not getting to the point and let him know in no uncertain terms that you want to know what is going on, NOW.

"Well, the thing is...the thing is...you are unimportant to this reality. You are a minor blip in the grand scheme of things. if I were to kill you right now, no one would care. if the police bothered to investigate, they just assume another average white guy just got gunned down by gangbangers or something."

You look at the ground in front of your feet as you realize why Mrs. King picked you. You are disposable, unimportant. You don't really matter. Sure, you have a rare genetic connection to Freyja, but, aside from that, you are nothing. You look back up at the drone and ask a simple question.