So I was sitting at my laptop, typing into my Notes app like I'm often wont to do, when I heard a crash and a familiar voice - which grated against my ears - from the rear of my house. I leaned out and looked into the hallway. Nothing. Until the same voice said:

"Well... That was certainly... effective..."

At that point, my curiosity had peaked enough to check out what the heck was going on. I turned and looked into the kitchen, and saw a figure on one knee, looking around, getting his bearings. When he looked at me, I saw the same greenish-brown eyes, the same uncontrollable brown hair, and the same puzzled expression that my face donned. He was even wearing the same clothes. Really, the only things that were different were the facts that he had a decidedly plain-looking longsword on his back and a crystal necklace, when I couldn't remember owning either of those things. He looked at me, and we made eye contact.

"What?" He said.

"Who are you?" I replied.

"I'm Jack."

"I'm Jack."

"No, I'M Jack."

"We're both named Jack, okay?"

The copy of me nodded. "It seems we're probably copies from two parallel universes. If that's so... What's your origin point?"

"Toronto, Ontario, March 2016."

"Malinovka, Steelvale, November 2750-ish."

"What's with the sword and the necklace?"

"Defending myself and keeping myself alive."

"Wait... I know you, I think... Dragonheart?"

"The crystal? What about it?"

"No, the book series. That I wrote."

"I think I know where you're going with this..."

We both said it at the same time. "That was later fused with my RPG (Which really wasn't as great as I'd hoped) and so extended the universe, now that you're/I'm here, to 2750 AD, after simultaneously ending it in..." I didn't want to finish. "June 2016." I continued alone. "I hope THAT outcome doesn't come..."

The other me muttered something in Latin, and shook his head. "That outcome doesn't come to this universe."

I sighed in relief. At least my world won't crumble around me. "If you're from what I'll call Dragonheart World, 750 years in the future, how did you get here?"

"A rift opened up beneath my feet in my Garage. When I flew out, I was here."

"Why, though? What could possibly be destabilizing the multiverse this much?"

"I don't know... but I'm stuck here for now."

I thought about what I should do now. I've never exactly had a copy of myself at my house, now, have I?

"Don't worry, we're not that different. You don't need to get me anything." My duplicate said, sensing my indecision.

"What's with the necklace? Last time I read about you, the crystal was set into Naga." I said, nodding to the sword on my duplicate's back.

"It's a very long story involving tanks, my sword, four other guys, three of which are descendants of my m8s, a clock tower, two parallel worlds, one of which is a parallel world of a parallel world, and an OC lord. Remind me to tell it to you sometime."

"I will."

A strange purple portal opened beneath my duplicate's feet. He started falling, grabbing the ledge made by the edge of the portal.

"Well? Do you want to come explore the multiverse with me?" he said, having to shout to keep his voice above the roaring wind created by the portal.

"No... Besides, who would chronicle your adventures if I did?"

The Dragonheart smiled. "I'll keep you posted. Until next time!" Then, he let go, disappearing into the portal, and out of my life.