Doubles

The Entering

[Los Angeles, CA]

[2:00 a.m.]

Drew's silhouette appeared in the darkness, standing exactly ten inches away from Danny's face. Blinking, Danny stared into his average blue eyes. Without warning, Drew said, in a monotone voice:

    "Hello, Danny Gonzalez," at such a volume it startled Laura awake.

    "What the fu--" she stammered, but her eyes fell on Drew, and she shook her head. "So is he staying?"

    "You're just chill with this?" Danny asked.

    "Well, he's not a murderer, and I'm tired, so do whatever you want, Danny." She pulled about 80% of the covers back over herself and attempted to sleep again.

    Exiting his and Laura's bedroom, Danny and Drew walked down the hallway into his kitchen.

    "I didn't know you were gonna be back in L.A. so soon," automatically opening the fridge to grab something as he said this. Drew shrugged. "What? Too cool to talk?" Drew laughed desolately. Danny let that sit for a few more minutes until he finally had to stop and ask:

    "What the fuck is going on, Drew? You've said like, four words. This is so weird!" Nothing. "Okay, I'm getting Laura--" Danny made to exit the kitchen, but Drew shouted:

    "Wait!" This stopped Danny in his tracks. Finally! He thought, an explanation!

    "Okay, okay! I'll 'fess up," Drew began, "I think I'm in the wrong universe..."

    "What?" Danny asked.

    "Do you want me to repeat what I said, or are you confused?" The possibly-spatially-compromised-Drew asked.

    "I'm just, I'm confused, that's not something that typically happens. I mean, I'm pretty sure it's impossible--"

    "Evidently not,"

    "What do you mean 'evidently'? There's no evidence whatsoever! This is insane; just, tell me what's really going on, Drew. Did something happen with Amanda?"

    "What? Who's Amanda?" He asked, genuinely.

    "Oh, don't play this game with me, you think just because you deny knowing, like, two facts about your life that just proves you're not from this universe?" Danny scoffed.

    "No, dude, I'm serious, I don't know who Amanda is, like at all. Is she my ... girlfriend?"

    "No, she's your wife,"

    "Wow, imagine me, with a wife,"

    "I can, and I have because you fucking have one, you piece of shit!"

    "Okay, well, say other facts, and I'll tell you if I know them or not,"

    "How would that prove anything? You can just deny things,"

    "I promise, I won't,"

    "Oh yeah, because no one's ever broken a promise before,"

    "C'mon, I won't,"

    "Fine, I'll entertain this, but that doesn't mean I believe you,"

    "Okay, so just, tell me facts about my life, and I'll -- I'll tell you if I know them,"

    "Ok, um... you live in Florida..?"

    "Yeah, got that,"

    "You were a really popular viner..?"