Star Date #24

What is going onnnnn?!!!

Baba screamed at other me, standing in his vegetable garden.

First I see this big hole opening up above my lettuce patch, next thing you come through, with him, the girl, four chairs and a table I don’t need. Although I could probably find some use for the parasol. Next thing he’s running towards you like he’s gonna do something terrible and two seconds later he zaps out of there, off to do who knows what!!

Did you send him on some sort of secret mission? Are you playing games again?

Baba stared commandingly at other me, who started to mumble.

Ahh, no.. I eh.. I don’t know what got into the lil dude.

You know you’re the exact same height, right? The girl interjected.

Yeah, but somehow he just feels, smaller.. Or something.

The girl kinda nodded, and made that weird face that people do when they kinda understand, but they don’t want to get too involved. And then sat down at the new lettuce patch garden set.

‘So,’ she said ‘how are we going to get him back without a bowling ball?

‘We call them hoppers’, other me replied.

‘Don’t really care. But up until a few minutes ago I was on a date, with a guy. A strange date, yes, but a nice date. And he was a little weird too but I like him. And now I would like to get him back.’

Well, we can’t, other me said, he’s off to who knows where, in an infinite amount of dimensions with all kinds of timewarps, quantum loops and whatchamacallits and even if we had an extra hopper, and if somehow we knew what place he jumped to, there’s still no guarantee he’s going to stay.

If we have a one in a million chance of finding him, which we don’t, we have a one in a million times a million chance of finding him after he jumps again, and so on etcetera with every jump that fucker does.

‘Don’t call him names please.’ The girl said stoically.

Other me looked down and frowned.

Baba put his hand on the girls’ shoulder and said ‘Right, time that we go see the chief!’