Incident? The fuck. Now Jim's the one staring. "No, of course I don't. Why would..."

Oh. Oh. Jim has read in one of the brochures near his original entrance that sometimes alternate versions of oneself can be found running around, but he's never seen any duplicates, of himself or anyone else. And so he'd forgotten about it until now, when some strange man he's never met has begun alluding to mysterious Incidents and acting like he knows him. To be fair, he'd thought that with infinite universes and infinite space in this area between them, odds would be against colliding with another. Or someone who knows another.

Apparently not.