Nothing Bent, but something else for Free

So when we last left our hero... that is how I feel like I should start this post. What is a reader (and a writer) to do when the protagonist meets an infinite number of variations of themselves, and then one of them turns into Mr. Bad-Ass himself, Harold the fuzz-head? Cue the cliffhanger music.

Well... you see... there's this philosophy class I've been taking (if you follow me on twitter, most likely you know this) and there's this major freaking paper that I am working on, and studying for...