You’ve been verse jumping your entire life. Running away from everything, trying to keep her off your tail. You end up in a nomad verse where you fix up old abandoned cars for scraps. This is the only universe she can’t find you in considering it’s vast and almost endless space. You’re fixing up an old convertible, not for aesthetic purposes but for usage purposes when you hear the bell to the shop door ring. You go to the front of the shop and you find yourself face to face with everything.