Tons of dimensions

They had been running toward Medhall, but I set them all to looking through universes as they ran. More universes flashed through my mind as the doors to the storage closets, ventilation shafts and other places where my surviving clones had taken refuge. The plants were blindly flailing about looking for us, but I suspected that they used vibrations to detect us, and as long as we were still they wouldn’t be able to sense us.

Ten universes flashed by, twenty.

Two of my other selves were burned, one in a world that looked like it was the Medieval vision of hell, with nothing but lava and mud. There was probably a power source right there, assuming that we were able to survive all this. I took note of the location. It was in a residential area, and the owners seemed to be dead. I could probably pick the property up for a song and set of a power generator.

The other had an atmosphere that was on fire.

It took thirty universes before I was able to find another world with a building where Medhall was. It wasn’t the same building, but it had the same number of floors.

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With You