Somehow, against my better judgement, Stinky managed to persuade me to go with her to her universe. It's not as easy as it sounds, either. It's ok for her. She's dead. She doesn't have a body to cart around. I, on the other hand, do have a body. Ok, so technically it's not actually mine, but the Host seems to be a lot more agreeable lately.
Anyway, one can't go flitting through parallel universes encumbered with a physical shell. It's just not polite. Not to mention against some physical law or other. So I had to leave the Host behind. Which meant that I'd have to inhabit someone else when I got there. I needed a familiar body.
I enquired as to whether there was a parallel Host I could just drop into but Stinky thought he'd perished years ago in an inflatable paddling pool accident. Oh the ignominy! She suggested either Wraith or Blacksmith from her universe's Supernaturals. No contest. I went for Blacksmith. There was no way I was going to inhabit that vapid little cow's skinny body. Apparently, Stinky had the foresight to warn them beforehand that I'd need the loan of a body.
It was at this point that a question popped into my mind: Where was the parallel me?
Stinky didn't know for sure. She knew I didn't exist in her time and had done some research before spectralising in my television. She thought her me hadn't managed to leave our body to travel forward in time to the now present ( I hate trying to describe alternate temporal mechanics ). Shit! That probably means I was burnt at the stake. Or dunked in some polluted pond until I had no choice but to try and breathe its scummy water. Bleeugh.
Time for another question: What did she need me for?
Stinky looked uncomfortable and began to fidget. After a couple of seconds she mumbled something unintelligible.
"I said: Our you is the most powerful witch on record. We thought you could help with this disaster."
I could scarcely believe my ears. TGOC Parallel Universe paying a compliment, albeit grudgingly.
"What makes you think I'm as powerful a witch as your me was?" I asked her, still reeling.
"Well... You... You're here, aren't you?" she stuttered. "You managed to hurl yourself forward in time whereas our you couldn't. Or didn't."
Hmmm. She had a point.
"Ok Stinky. Let's go before I change my mind" I said, resignedly.
I hate traveling through inter-universal barriers. It stings.