The old man smiled. "Go on."
George struggled to recall the details. "Uh... you were supposed to be some kind of traveler, I think. Someone from... um... an alternate future. Yeah. That was it."
"Good. But who am I?"
George squinted. "I don't know what you mean. I don't think I had a name for you yet, just this whole alternate thing that I wanted to do. I had an idea what you looked like. I modeled you after--"
George stopped dead in his throught-tracks.
The old man smiled. "Now you're getting somewhere."
George let out a long breath. "I based you on me."
The old man nodded.
"You're an alternate-future version of myself."
"Bingo."
George leaned forward and squinted at the old man. Beneath the wrinkles, the resemblance was uncanny. He hadn't noticed it before.
He put his hand to his head.
Oh, boy.
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