"Why not both of you? So all the Rebeccas can meet except the one who thinks several of the others are inherently disgusting."

"And the one who's dead. Yeah, sure."

Local Macalaurë wants to come too. So he and Tyelcormo and Theodore and Rebecca go and get Other Pink Peka. "Did you hear? There's another you with pink hair. And a Beka and a you with rainbow hair. The me might have all three, I'm not sure."

"...wow that's a little much. Let's go say hi, I guess."

"Yeah."

"Clearly the worldhopping thing operates on Rebeccas somehow and the rest of us are incidental."

"'clearly' seems to be putting it a bit strongly. Where did he even get three, what kind of world has a naturally-occurring Beka and a Peka those are from completely different situations..."

"We can ask them." Knock knock.

Sigh. 

He gets the door.

"Hi! Did you do this on purpose?"

"No."

"Us neither!"

"Would you please explain."

"People keep appearing in this lake! We were here first. Well, we landed here first, there were already Elves around the edges of the lake. How'd you get three of me?"

"Landed on top of me. In one case literally. We don't have a good way to get them home and I'm not sure Beka or Rabka would be even slightly tempted. - Peka misses the internet but also her home society is completely insane about - well I guess maybe you know, are you from the same place?" he asks Other Pink Peka.

"I'm from Amenta too! There's also another Amentan Peka who's grey."

"I forget which one that is. Soldiers?'

"Yeah. She moved to Anitam and did sex work."

"Do you have any idea why -"

"Nope."

"Does this world have the Enemy."

"Dead, we have magic."

"Ours isn't dead. And we don't know how to get back."

" - right. Sorry. Uh, some people were talking to the Valar about portals."

"This is confusing."