Charles rubbed a bit at his temples and wondered about the woman who went through meditation techniques could possibly be mathematically related the girl he was speaking to now.
That was the trick, wasn't it? No one was thinking in quantum terms, the idea that they all could be reflections of the same person, repeated ad infinitum. Each one distinct from the next based on ... what? What was the essential core of a human being, the place you start with, then repeat out like the number of Pi?
The sound of her voice pulled him out of deep thought. Charles closed the book in his hands, standing by the window where he'd been waiting. Surprise sort of pulled his face in a few small and different directions, eyes unable to avoid the white wings at her back, but he pulled himself together outwardly and walked over to greet ...someone he was 99% sure was Jubilee. If she was Jean, then this was getting even stranger.