My world is falling apart, and you’re the only one who would understand. I feel like screaming because I don’t have anyone to talk to. Where are you? Why don’t you call? Why did you leave without saying goodbye? I miss you so much.
You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else — us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s — we are happy.