Cam catches a summons while he's in the middle of Atriama. He's seen it before, it's fine.
I'm not excited about explaining to your family but I can do it if you don't want to.
Thanks. And - they've been expecting this, you know. For actual years, not alternate timestream ones. So the only surprising part is that I get to come back, even halfway. And you'll get to meet my sister, and - maybe my other sister? . . . I can't remember how many sisters I have right now. But they or she or whatever is or are pretty cool, despite what I probably would have said an hour ago. I didn't actually move out of Londinium because I hated them. You can - I'll tell them that. Later. When I'm back down.
Do you have DNA designed for you and whoever else you're going to be?
There's DNA designed for us.
For you? By whom? I was assuming you'd do it with Nudge powers or something.
I'm not actually psychic about how DNA sequences work but one of the other me clouds learned the long way and did it ahead of time for us.
Ah, that was nice of them. Will they tell Felicity?
Sure. Maybe they already have. I didn't actually talk to them and I don't know anything about them specifically.
Do you want advice on how I think you should handle my death?
Tell Felicity to drop the act and let her handle it for my family; have Nicholas alert the authorities - probably do that first, you told him it'd only be a few minutes and I realize it's kind of hypocritical of me to care about other people stressing him out but there's no reason to pile on, you know? - and just have me stay legally dead until you go fully public with resurrections. Have my biological family travel in for the funeral and break the news to them where you can conveniently provide physical proof.
Or don't but that's what I'd guess would work best.
Is this a prophetic guess or just a regular guess?
I don't . . . know . . .
Ah. I will take it as strongly recommended but probably not infallible or anything.
Further words of wisdom?
I'd ask you to pass on apologies but despite how - deeply, inexpressibly upset I am right now, I think this is about the best way things could have turned out involving me. And that's not my fault, and I hate it. I have other apologies for things that are totally my fault but I can probably make them myself. The cheesecake was pretty good; thanks for that. I guess I'm kind of sorry for inconveniencing you but again in the long term this is probably the least inconvenient I can be. I feel really bad for my imminent other half even though I think we're both going to bring our fair share of issues to the fusion. He doesn't want to talk to you because he doesn't have a face. I mean he has an actual reason too, and I didn't push it because I'm trying not to be awful even though this is miserable and being awful isn't a curse risk anymore, but it's totally just because he doesn't have a face and I resent that. It would be helpful if you explained the concept of being nonbinary to us in a little bit; I'm not going to remember it. Don't forget to introduce Jordan to video games, and go ahead and loop the two of me in on that too; we'll like them.
I wasn't being flippant when I said that the universe is a joke, but I guess it's more accurate to say it's built on jokes. I really want to advise you to just go 'fuck off' to Nudge's present but I don't - actually - think you should build your life to spite everything I hate right now and I don't know whether picking it or not will make you happier in the long run. No one is focusing enough on the 'fixed in your twilit home is the reveal' line of Nudge's poem; it's the main clue. The actual main effect of accepting would be -
How do you mean he doesn't have a face, you don't have a face either right now - hello, I'm Cam.
. . . Hi. What? I know who you are but not - who are you talking to? Me? Did she - I don't remember - I only remember - that's what you said would happen. We're gonna be fine this is exactly what she said would happen. And there aren't any terror fits up here, see? You can't have them without a body. It's . . . nice . . .
Oh, for some reason I thought she was planning to find somebody who was already dead.
What? I - he was, he died a few days ago.
Oh, you're - did you just merge, I could tell this was a different conversation but I thought it was with the other, uh, principal -
Yeah I'm both of us. I - he, didn't want to talk to you, because he's - he was shy, and meeting new people sounded like too much to handle after dying. New living people, at least. But I know you, because she knew you and this is - well it's almost fine. It's close enough to fine. I'll be fine uh, uh - about it.
She was in the middle of a sentence!
I didn't mean to! Was she?
Yeah. Probably one of the things you can't remember. Like being non-binary, which is a thing where you feel like neither of the standard genders is quite right and you're some kind of both or neither or timeshare situation between them. Who do I talk to about your DNA?
. . . I think there's an awful lot of things I don't remember for having only missed under an hour. Am I supposed to know that? She didn't - take care of it? Was she supposed to?