Abby glanced at both her Livs, to find one of them as shocked as she was and the other completely not surprised.
She cleared her throat. “Food?” she asked. “We can trade some ridiculous fruit.”
“Fruit?” Kevin leaned forward. “I haven’t had fruit in-”
“It’s been a while.” Vic squeezed his shoulder. “Okay. You have the question-face on. So. Short version: This is this world’s Kevin. I’m not this world’s Vic – she couldn’t make it through the doors. I’m a traveler, but I lost my Sandy, and without her it’s almost impossible to go anywhere, and, besides, this one might be kind of grubby, but nothing here is actively trying to kill anyone. Um. Usually.” She coughed and looked away. Continue reading