Ah.

[Ah. Her eyes dart up, and she hates herself a little for the way her heart skips a beat. Any connection with Robert leaves her aching nowadays, and how stupid, how utterly pathetic, but here they are. Rosalind sits down next to her, beckoning for her arm, putting antiseptic on a cotton ball.]

. . . well. Welcome to the practical version of the multiverse theory. You've read my book-- I assume you know what's happening, why these people are so different from you, things like that.