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the conflux

pete speaks, looking up at a silhouette of reese. on one side of the image are richie and ruth's floating heads, smiling happily. on the other side, their eyes are crossed out and their skin is gray. arrows indicate reese being pulled towards both sides.

PETE: What if it’s a different alternate universe thing?

PETE: Like, there’s a universe where you guys are dead, and this one, and she’s glitching between them?

ruth gestures at a diagram of a line, with another line branching off from it. the main line is labeled with a sun, and the branch with a gravestone.

RUTH: Oh, like parallel universes! In one we died, and it’s a branch off this real one.

richie gestures worriedly at a different version of the diagram. in this one, the gravestone is the main line, and the sun is the branch.

RICHIE: How do we know we’re not the branch?

shot of the trio, back in reality at the library table. everyone is staring into space with blank expressions. pete speaks nervously, sweating. richie and ruth look at each other, concerned.

PETE: Let’s not worry about that part. It doesn’t matter.

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