Yeah, that's the one. But I wasn't— Well... [He has to think about it; there were definitely times, he knows, where he could have opened a particular door and seen his own corpse, but is that the same? Not the way it was a year ago, so—] No, not really. Maybe.

[He makes a face, one that will undoubtedly become familiar as the face he makes when the Gnos itches, and he moves to start moving some boxes around again. Pushing the microwave cart to a few different places. Nothing meaningful, but to keep himself at a baseline of almost-normal.]

So, the cat is alive and dead at the same time, right? But in the many-worlds interpretation, that means that the cat is alive in one timeline—let's call it History A, and it's dead in History B. Two histories, but one cat. It's like that movie where the guy goes back in time and meets his parents when they're in high school, and then his own life changes.

[He nudges a box out of a corner with his foot, then sits down on it, leaning his elbows on his knees. Ugh...]

Some people... uh, including me— some people can switch histories. So no, no one ever cut me up and threw me in a freezer, but that's only true for the versions of me that don't get swapped into the wrong history. Get it?