“We’re the same person,” the man says. “I am Benjamin Travers.” “Okay, so you are now,” I say. “But I’m still not you.” I cock my head and stare at him. He’s not making any sense. “The life you’ve had and the life I’ve had were the same up to a certain point,” he says. “So what happened?” “Some of the decisions I made were . . . different.”
Ahhh. An alternate version.
