A hastily scrawled note

One day she checked the place where she found his notes, hidden away from the rest of the world, a kind of quantum mailbox. She could not believe her eyes, as it contained the following, the clearest "move" she had ever seen him make:

"A piece of me suspects you and I live in parallel universes, or alternate timelines. 3 times they have collided for me, and likely for you. Dozens more in what I'd call dreams (and likely so would you). What is not clear, and may not be congruent, is how I see myself in the mirror vs. how you see me. Or if how I see you is how you see yourself in the mirror. I do not mean this as an interpretation difference either, I mean double idealization of the other. If that's the case, then you are reading this, and have gotten good at pinpointing my location and using your image to send back messages, but cannot reply directly. I just wonder if I am doing the same, as I suspect I am, and how that looks from where you are.

The point of this is that you seem to be indicating you have figured out a way to use this two way communication to pull here and there together, such that our self image and our idealized selves become the same thing, as do our two realities. So the final question on my turn in EEP is: how can I help?"

She remembered the heat of summer, and could see daylight approaching rapidly on the horizon.

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