Probability Mist

I stared in horror as the Nexus, that strange pocket dimension outside of normal spacetime, began to tremble and distort around us. The very fabric of reality seemed to warp and twist, as if the very foundations that held this interdimensional hub together were crumbling. Elara’s expression, normally so calm and collected, was one of pure panic - her brow furrowed, eyes wide with fear. This was a stark contrast to the resolute determination I had seen in her just moments before, when we had made the treacherous journey here in search of answers about our fragmented pasts.

“What’s happening?” I cried, my voice laced with a mixture of fear and desperation.

Elara turned to face me, her eyes wild. “The Nexus is unraveling. The delicate balance I’ve fought to maintain is being torn apart. We have to stop it before it’s too late!”

Without another word, Elara raised her hands, her body glowing with an intense, otherworldly energy. I watched in awe as she began to manipulate the very fabric of reality, weaving a complex tapestry of quantum threads in an attempt to stabilize the Nexus.

Lyra and Ix flanked me, their expressions equally tense. “Nicholo, we have to help her,” Lyra said, her cybernetic eye scanning the chaotic dimensional energies. “The Nexus is the key to everything. If it collapses, it could mean the end of all reality as we know it.”

I gripped the edge of my quantum accelerator, feeling the familiar hum of its power coursing through my veins. This was no ordinary crisis - the very fabric of the multiverse was unraveling before our eyes. Elara, my enigmatic wife, was the only one who truly understood the intricate mechanics of the Nexus. If she couldn’t stabilize it, I feared no one could.

Without hesitation, I stepped forward, my mind racing with a thousand possible scenarios. “Then we don’t have a moment to lose. Lyra, link up with Ix and analyze the quantum distortions. I’ll join Elara and lend her my strength.”

Time was of the essence. The fate of everything hung in the balance, and I was determined to do whatever it took to prevent the total collapse of reality itself.

I nodded, steeling my resolve. “Then let’s do it. What do we need to do?”

Ix’s avatar flickered to life, its voice urgent. “The Nexus is composed of intersecting quantum probability clouds. Our physical forms are becoming semi-transparent as we adapt to this realm’s unstable nature. We must use the Nexus Key to stabilize the dimensional fluctuations and reinforce the Nexus’s intricate structure before it collapses entirely.”

I nodded, my mind racing with the implications. The Nexus was the lynchpin holding all realities together - if it failed, the consequences would be catastrophic. “Then we don’t have a moment to lose. Lyra, link up with Ix and analyze the quantum distortions. I’ll join Elara and lend her my strength to channel the Nexus Key’s power. We need to act quickly before the entire dimensional fabric unravels.”

Time was of the essence. The fate of everything hung in the balance, and I was determined to do whatever it took to prevent the total collapse of reality itself. I steeled my resolve, knowing that failure was not an option. “Then let’s do it. What do we need to do to stabilize the Nexus?”

Without hesitation, I gripped the Nexus Key, feeling its power surge through me. Lyra and Ix flanked me, their hands joining mine as we channeled the Key’s energy into the swirling quantum clouds.

The air around us crackled with raw power, and I could feel the Nexus responding to our combined efforts. Elara’s face was a mask of intense concentration as she wove her own quantum magic, her movements fluid and graceful. I watched in awe as her fingers danced across the swirling energies, manipulating the very fabric of reality itself. Her ability to perceive and control the interactions between parallel dimensions was truly remarkable, a testament to her mastery of the temporal arts. I could scarcely keep up with the dizzying complexity of her work, but I trusted that she knew exactly what she was doing. After all, Elara was the true expert when it came to stabilizing the Nexus and maintaining the delicate balance of the multiverse.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as we worked in tandem, our combined power pulsing through the Nexus, stabilizing the fragile dimensional fabric. The quantum clouds began to coalesce, forming a more cohesive, stable structure.

Just as I felt the Nexus beginning to steady, a sudden, deafening rumble shook the very foundations of reality. I glanced at Elara, her expression etched with fear.

“It’s not enough,” she breathed. “There’s something else tearing at the Nexus, something beyond our control.”

First Contact

I gripped the Nexus Key tighter, feeling its power coursing through me. Lyra and Ix’s hands joined mine as we poured our combined energy into the swirling quantum clouds, desperately trying to stabilize the Nexus.

But just as the structure of the Nexus began to coalesce, a deafening rumble shook the very foundations of reality. I glanced at Elara, her expression etched with fear. Her normally serene features were twisted with apprehension, her brow furrowed as she poured more of her quantum energy into stabilizing the swirling vortex. I could see the strain on her face, the effort it was taking to maintain her focus. Beside me, Ix’s holographic projection flickered and wavered, the little AI companion struggling to keep pace with the rapid shifts in the fabric of spacetime. I gripped the Nexus Key tighter, feeling its power coursing through me, but even with our combined efforts, the Nexus seemed to be tearing itself apart.

“It’s not enough,” she breathed. “There’s something else tearing at the Nexus, something beyond our control.”

Suddenly, shimmering humanoid forms materialized around us, their bodies shifting between different possible states. I watched in awe as they seemed to flicker in and out of existence, their very nature defying the laws of physics.

Ix’s avatar flickered to life, its voice laced with fascination. “These beings are made of pure quantum potential. Their forms are in a state of perpetual superposition, existing simultaneously in multiple possible states.”

Elara’s brow furrowed in concentration. “They must be the guardians of the Nexus, tasked with maintaining the delicate balance of the dimensional fabric. We need to communicate with them, understand what’s causing the Nexus to unravel.”

I turned to Ix, my heart pounding. “Can you establish communication? We need their help to save the Nexus.”

Ix’s response was immediate. “I’m already working on it. Their language is based on probability mathematics, a complex quantum code. Give me a moment to develop a translation algorithm.”

The shimmering beings seemed to sense our urgency, their forms shifting and pulsing as they surrounded us. I held my breath, waiting for Ix’s breakthrough.

After what felt like an eternity, Ix’s avatar stabilized, and a voice echoed through the quantum realm. I held my breath, anticipation building as the strange, shimmering beings seemed to respond to Ix’s efforts. Their movements grew more pronounced, pulsing with an almost sentient energy. I could feel the Nexus itself vibrating with a sense of unease, as if the very fabric of this dimensional hub was straining under some unseen force.

Ix’s face flickered to life, the holographic projection casting an eerie glow across our surroundings. “I’ve established a basic communication link,” the AI companion reported, its voice laced with a hint of triumph. “But their language is unlike anything I’ve encountered before. It’s a complex interweaving of quantum probability states - almost as if they are speaking in the very code that binds the Nexus together.”

I nodded, not entirely surprised by the revelation. The guardians of this place were clearly beings of immense power and knowledge, existing on a plane far beyond my own limited understanding. “Can you translate enough to convey our situation? We need their help to stabilize the Nexus before it unravels completely.”

Ix’s avatar flickered thoughtfully. I listened intently, my brow furrowed with concern. “I’m doing my best, Nicholo. Their responses are… cryptic, to say the least. But I believe they sense the urgency of the situation. We may need to tread carefully, lest we upset the delicate balance they’re tasked with maintaining. These guardians of the Nexus clearly operate on a level far beyond my own capabilities - or even my own limited understanding of the universe.”

I nodded slowly, my mind racing as I considered the implications. “I know you’re doing everything you can to parse their strange quantum-laced language, Ix. But I fear you may be out of your depth here. These beings possess knowledge and power that transcends our mortal comprehension. We’ll need to approach them with the utmost caution and respect if we have any hope of securing their aid to stabilize the Nexus before it unravels completely.”

I nodded, my mind racing with the implications. The fate of the entire Nexus rested on our ability to communicate effectively with these enigmatic beings. If the Nexus were to unravel, the consequences would be catastrophic - a cascading collapse of all reality as we know it. I couldn’t afford to fail, not when so much was at stake. Elara was counting on me, and I would do whatever it took to stabilize the Nexus and find her, no matter the cost.

“You are the ones who have disrupted the balance of the Nexus,” the beings intoned, their voices a haunting, ethereal chorus. “Your actions have set in motion a chain of events that threatens to unravel the very fabric of reality.”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “Please, we need your help. We didn’t mean to cause this disruption. Elara and I, we’re trying to save the Nexus, to stop it from collapsing completely. Can you tell us what’s happening? We’re at a loss here, grasping at straws, and time is running out.” I pleaded, my voice tinged with desperation. Ix’s avatar flickered anxiously beside me, the only outward sign of the turmoil I felt inside. We were in uncharted territory, facing forces beyond our understanding, and I couldn’t bear the thought of failing - not when so much was at stake.

The beings seemed to consider our plea, their forms undulating in a mesmerizing dance. Finally, they responded, their words laced with a sense of urgency.

“The Nexus is being torn apart by a force beyond your comprehension. You must act quickly, or all will be lost.”

Revelation

I stood transfixed as the shimmering quantum beings unveiled a kaleidoscope of realities before my eyes. Flashes of memory and possibility danced across the undulating clouds, each one a tantalizing glimpse into the infinite permutations of my life with Elara.

In one, we strolled hand-in-hand through a bustling city, our laughter echoing off the towering crystalline spires. In another, I watched helplessly as she slipped through my fingers, her image fading into the void. And in a third, we sat together in quiet contemplation, our eyes locked in a shared understanding that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

My breath caught in my throat as the visions intensified, each one more vivid and visceral than the last. I saw our first meeting at the quantum physics conference, the spark of connection igniting between us. I witnessed our whirlwind romance, the passionate nights spent entwined, and the joyous day we pledged our lives to one another.

But in another timeline, that fateful meeting never occurred, and I lived out my days alone, haunted by the phantom of a love I could never reclaim. I saw myself growing old, my hair turning completely silver, my eyes dulling with the weight of unfulfilled longing. I would sit for hours, staring at the empty space beside me, imagining her presence, her gentle touch, the sound of her voice. That aching void never left, a constant companion in my solitary existence.

And in a horrifying vision, I watched Elara’s life fade, her body crumbling to ash as I screamed in anguished denial. The scene unfolded with sickening clarity – her eyes widening in terror, her fingers desperately reaching for me as she was consumed by an inexorable force. I tried to run to her, to pull her back from the brink, but my limbs felt leaden, my voice trapped in my throat. All I could do was watch helplessly as the woman I loved disintegrated before my eyes, leaving behind only the memory of her radiant smile and the echoes of her laughter.

The quantum beings’ voices echoed through the swirling clouds, their words tinged with a profound sorrow. “You see now the fragility of your existence, the precariousness of the bonds you cherish. For every path you walk, a thousand others diverge, each one a tapestry of joy and sorrow, life and death.”

I felt Lyra’s hand grip my arm, her eyes reflecting the turmoil raging within me. “Nicholo, what does this mean? What are they trying to tell us?”

I swallowed hard, my mind reeling from the weight of the revelations. “They’re showing us the truth of the multiverse, the endless variations of our lives. Every decision, every chance encounter, creates a new reality, a new timeline where Elara and I may or may not be together.”

Ix’s avatar flickered to life, its voice tinged with a rare note of uncertainty. “This is beyond anything I’ve ever encountered, Nicholo. The beings are demonstrating an ability to perceive all possible timelines simultaneously, a level of quantum consciousness that defies our understanding. I’m not sure I can fully comprehend the implications of what they’re showing us.”

I felt a chill run down my spine as I listened to Ix’s words. The idea of an existence where every decision, every chance encounter, created a new reality - it was both exhilarating and terrifying. As a quantum physicist, I had spent years studying the nature of the multiverse, but this was something else entirely.

“They’re revealing the true nature of reality, Ix,” I murmured, my mind racing. “The endless tapestry of lives, the intertwining threads of joy and sorrow. It’s as if they’re trying to show us the true scope of our existence, the profound significance of every choice we make.”

The quantum beings’ forms pulsed with a profound sadness as they continued. “You must understand the fragility of your existence, the ephemeral nature of the bonds you hold dear. For in the vast tapestry of the multiverse, your love is but a single thread, easily severed by the capricious whims of fate.”

Temporal Observatory

I stood transfixed as the quantum beings ushered us towards a towering structure that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly energy. Lyra and Ix flanked me, their expressions a mix of awe and trepidation.

“What is this place?” Lyra asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The quantum beings’ voices echoed all around us, their words carrying a weight that seemed to press down on my chest. I felt a familiar pang in my heart at the mention of my lost love, Elara. “This is the Nexus Confluence,” they continued, “where the threads of your reality intersect with countless others. Here, you may glimpse the pattern that binds your fate to that of your missing wife.”

My mind raced as I tried to process their cryptic message. After years of searching across dimensions, could I finally find a clue to Elara’s whereabouts? The Nexus Confluence - a place where all realities converge. Perhaps here, I could uncover the truth about her mysterious disappearance and our intertwined destinies. I steeled myself, ready to face whatever revelations this strange place might hold.

My heart raced as I stepped forward, drawn by an irresistible pull. The structure’s surface rippled and shifted, revealing a dizzying array of images—visions of Elara and I in various states of union and separation.

Ix’s avatar flickered to life, its voice tinged with fascination. “Remarkable. The structure is acting as a quantum window, allowing us to observe the points where our timeline intersects with others.”

I leaned in, my eyes scanning the shifting scenes, searching for any hint of a pattern. In one image, Elara and I stood together, our hands intertwined as we gazed up at the stars. In another, I watched helplessly as she slipped through my fingers, her image fading into the void.

Lyra placed a hand on my shoulder, her expression one of understanding. “Nicholo, what are you seeing?”

I took a deep breath, my voice barely above a whisper. “Glimpses of our lives, Lyra. Moments where our timeline converges with others, where Elara and I are together, happy and whole - and where we’re torn apart, our connection severed by the cruel whims of fate.” I shook my head, the weight of those fragmented visions bearing down on me. “It’s as if we’re caught in the middle of an endless dance, our steps in sync one moment, then out of step the next. I can’t make sense of it all, but I know Elara is the key to unraveling this mystery.”

The quantum beings’ voices surrounded us, their words carrying a weight that seemed to press down on my chest. “The pattern is there, if you have the courage to see it. Each intersection, a crossroad of possibility, a chance to alter the course of your fate.”

I nodded, my eyes fixed on the shimmering images before me. Slowly, I began to discern the faint outline of a pattern—a web of interconnected timelines, each one a unique tapestry of our lives.

Ix’s avatar pulsed with a newfound intensity. “I’m detecting temporal fluctuations at specific intersection points. If we can pinpoint these convergences, we may be able to predict when and where your timeline will next intersect with Elara’s.”

Identity Crisis

I stared transfixed at the shimmering visions, each one a glimpse into a different version of my life with Elara. In some, we were happy, our love a vibrant tapestry woven through the fabric of reality. In others, our paths diverged, leaving me to wander alone, an empty ache in my chest.

“Which one is real?” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the ethereal chorus of the quantum beings. I stared transfixed at the shimmering visions, each one a glimpse into a different version of my life with Elara. In some, we were happy, our love a vibrant tapestry woven through the fabric of reality. In others, our paths diverged, leaving me to wander alone, an empty ache in my chest. “How can I be sure any of these memories are truly mine?” I questioned, my brow furrowed as I grappled with the elusive nature of my own existence across these quantum planes.

Lyra stepped closer, her hand grasping my arm firmly. “Nicholo, look at me.” Her tone was unwavering, grounding me in the present. I felt the warmth of her touch, a tangible anchor in the swirling sea of quantum possibilities surrounding us. “What matters is the choices you make here, in this moment. The past, even the memories in that crystal, may not belong to you. But this reality, this path forward—that is yours to shape.” Her words carried a weight, a certainty that cut through the haze of uncertainty clouding my mind. I knew she was right; I couldn’t let the echoes of other lives dictate the course of my own.

I tore my gaze from the shifting visions, meeting Lyra’s steady eyes. “But how can I be certain? What if I’m chasing the wrong Elara, the wrong version of myself?” The weight of uncertainty threatened to crush me, my confidence wavering.

Lyra’s grip tightened, her expression resolute. “You can’t be certain, Nicholo. None of us can. But you have to trust yourself, trust the connection you feel with Elara, regardless of which timeline it originates from.” She gestured towards the Nexus Confluence, the shimmering images casting an ethereal glow across her features. “Those are just possibilities, not your reality. Your path is the one you choose to walk, here and now.”

I took a deep breath, letting Lyra’s words sink in. She was right—dwelling on the infinite versions of myself and Elara would only lead to paralysis. What mattered was the choice I made in this moment, the future I would forge with my own hands.

Turning back to the Nexus Confluence, I focused on the patterns Ix had detected, the temporal convergences where our timelines might intersect again. “Ix, can you pinpoint the next point where my timeline and Elara’s are destined to cross?”

The AI’s avatar flickered to life, its voice tinged with a sense of purpose. “Analyzing the data… I’ve identified a potential intersection point in the Reversed Quadrant, where time flows in reverse. The temporal dissonance will be extreme, but if we time our arrival correctly, we may be able to make contact with Elara.”

I nodded, my resolve hardening. “Then that’s where we’re going. I don’t care how many versions of myself I have to sift through—I’m going to find her, no matter what.”

Lyra gave me a small smile, her hand squeezing my arm in a gesture of support. “Then let’s get to it. The Reversed Quadrant awaits.”

Dimensional Sickness

I blinked, momentarily disoriented as my vision blurred. When it cleared, I found myself staring at unfamiliar hands—slender, with long fingers and delicate wrists. Panic rose in my chest as I realized my entire body had shifted, becoming more feminine in appearance. This wasn’t the first time I’d experienced such a bewildering transformation, but it never failed to unsettle me. I took a deep breath, trying to ground myself as I glanced around the strange, dimly lit room. Where was I now? And more importantly, who was I this time?

“What’s happening to me?” I asked, my voice higher and softer than usual. The unfamiliar sound of my own words only heightened the disorientation I felt. My body had shifted, becoming more feminine, and I could already sense the subtle changes in my physical movements and mannerisms. This wasn’t the first time I’d experienced such a bewildering transformation, but it never failed to unsettle me. I took a deep breath, trying to ground myself as I glanced around the strange, dimly lit room. Where was I now? And more importantly, who was I this time? As a brilliant quantum physicist who had developed the first functional interdimensional travel device, I was all too familiar with the unsettling experience of shifting between different realities. But no matter how many times it happened, I could never quite get used to the sensation of my very identity being in flux.

The quantum beings surrounding us shifted, their shimmering forms pulsing with an otherworldly glow. “The longer you remain in our realm, the more your physical form will become unstable,” one of them replied, its voice echoing like chimes in the wind. “Soon, you will dissolve into pure probability, unable to maintain a single state of being.”

I glanced at Lyra, whose eyes were wide with concern. “How do we get out of here?” she demanded, her hand reaching for the dimensional anchor at my belt.

“The temporal distortions make dimensional travel perilous,” the quantum being warned. “You must time your exit precisely, or risk being scattered across the multiverse.”

My body flickered, and I felt a strange tingling sensation, as if my atoms were vibrating with contained energy. Glancing down, I watched in horror as my hands began to fade, becoming translucent. “Lyra, we need to go. Now.”

She nodded, her fingers flying across the anchor’s controls. “Ix, can you pinpoint the exact moment we need to jump?”

The AI’s avatar materialized before me, its holographic form flickering with an otherworldly glow. Ix’s voice was level and composed, betraying none of the urgency I felt coursing through my veins. “Analyzing the temporal flux… there is a brief window of stability in exactly 27.4 seconds. Any longer, and the temporal shear will tear us apart, scattering our atoms across the multiverse.”

I glanced down at the dimensional anchor secured to my wrist, the intricate controls blinking rapidly as Lyra’s nimble fingers danced across the interface. Time was of the essence - we had to time our jump with precision if we hoped to escape this collapsing pocket dimension. Failure was not an option; the consequences were too horrific to imagine.

Lyra’s brow furrowed in concentration as she aligned the anchor. “Nicholo, get ready. As soon as I give the word, you need to activate it.”

I nodded, steeling myself for the jump. My form continued to flicker, and I could feel the quantum energy pulsing through me, threatening to unravel my very being.

“Now!” Lyra shouted, and I slammed my hand down on the anchor’s activation switch.

A blinding flash of light enveloped us, and I felt the familiar sensation of dimensional transition. But this time, it was accompanied by a searing pain, as if my body was being torn apart at the seams. I cried out, my voice distorting as I slipped between potential states of existence.

And then, mercifully, everything went dark. The searing pain subsided, and I felt myself slipping away into blissful unconsciousness. I had pushed my body beyond its limits, my very existence straining against the fabric of reality itself. As the world faded to black, I could only hope that Lyra and Ix had made it through the dimensional rift safely. Their fates were now intertwined with my own, and I silently prayed that we had not condemned ourselves to oblivion.

Reluctant Departure

I gasped as the dimensional transition tore through me, my body flickering between potential states. The quantum energy coursing through my veins was both exhilarating and agonizing, and I fought to maintain a singular form.

“Nicholo, focus!” Lyra’s voice cut through the haze, her hand gripping my arm. “We need to get you to The Nexus before you dissolve completely.”

I nodded, summoning what little focus I had left. Turning to the quantum beings, I pleaded, “Please, you must help me. Imprint a message that will reach Elara, no matter which reality she’s in.”

The shimmering quantum beings pulsed with consideration, their chime-like voices echoing, “We can imbue your words with the power of quantum probability. They will resonate across all timelines and dimensions where your beloved Elara exists, no matter which reality she finds herself in.” I felt a glimmer of hope at their offer. If anyone could reach Elara, it would be these enigmatic entities who seemed to transcend the boundaries of space and time. “Please,” I pleaded, “tell her that I miss her dearly, and that I’m fighting to find my way back to her, no matter the cost.” The beings’ luminous forms swirled in acknowledgment, and I felt the weight of my message being imbued with a quantum energy that would allow it to ripple through the multiverse, searching for my lost love.

I took a deep breath, feeling the uncertainty of my own existence. “Tell Elara… tell her that I love her, and I will never stop searching for her, no matter how many dimensions I must cross.” My voice wavered, the words heavy with emotion.

The quantum beings shifted, their forms coalescing into a swirling vortex of energy. I watched, transfixed, as their luminous shapes danced and intertwined. “Your message is delivered,” they intoned, their voices resonating with a strange, otherworldly cadence. “May it guide you to her, across the infinite strands of fate.” I felt a surge of hope at their words, a renewed determination to find my way back to Elara, no matter the obstacles that stood in my path. The weight of my message, imbued with the quantum energy of this nexus, would ripple through the multiverse, searching for the woman I loved. I steeled myself, knowing the journey ahead would be arduous, but my resolve was unbreakable. I would never stop until I was reunited with Elara, my soulmate, the missing piece of myself.

I felt a surge of hope, but it was quickly extinguished as my body convulsed, the quantum sickness overwhelming me. Lyra and Ix rushed to my side, their expressions etched with concern.

“We have to go, now!” Lyra shouted, her fingers flying across the dimensional anchor’s controls.

I watched in horror as the quantum realm dissolved around me, countless potential futures flickering and fading like candles in the wind. The realization that I may never see those alternate versions of myself and Elara together was a crushing weight on my heart.

With a final blinding flash, we emerged back in The Nexus, the swirling vortex of intersecting realities a dizzying sight. I collapsed to my knees, my body trembling from the strain.

Lyra knelt beside me, her hand on my shoulder. “Nicholo, you did it. The message has been sent.” I looked up at her, my body still trembling from the harrowing journey through the quantum realm. Relief washed over me, knowing that I had successfully transmitted a warning to my past self, hoping to change the course of events that had led to this moment. But the weight of what I had witnessed - the countless potential futures that had flickered and faded before my eyes - still bore heavily upon my heart. I knew the path ahead would be fraught with uncertainty, but I was determined to find a way to be reunited with Elara, no matter the cost.

I looked up at her, my vision blurring with a mixture of relief and trepidation. “But at what cost?” I whispered, the weight of my uncertain existence bearing down on me. The memories of the countless potential futures I had witnessed flickered through my mind, each one a tangled web of choices and consequences. I knew that the path ahead would be fraught with peril, but the thought of being reunited with Elara, my beloved wife, spurred me onward. Despite the uncertainty, I was determined to find a way to change the course of events, to alter the timeline in a way that would allow Elara and I to be reunited once more. The future may have been blurred and uncertain, but my resolve to fight for our love had never been stronger. I would traverse the very fabric of reality if necessary, delving into the Nexus itself to uncover a path that would lead me back to her. No matter the cost, no matter the challenges that lay ahead, I would not give up. Elara was my guiding light, the one constant in a sea of quantum uncertainty, and I would move heaven and earth to find my way back to her side.

As the darkness closed in, I heard Ix’s voice, tinged with what sounded like concern. “We must act quickly. Nicholo’s quantum state is becoming increasingly unstable. If we don’t find a way to stabilize him soon, he may be lost to the multiverse forever.”