I've got to save him. At the least, I've got to try.

All sorts of people, from all sorts of universes. And times. The weird part is, there's no sign of it causing damage to the universe, no time distortions, nothing. The reading I got off of one of the doors with my screwdriver was "magic".

Do you want to? [hopeful, slightly awkward schoolboy moment] You don't have to, you know. I mean, there's the other me, or you could move in with a friend or live on your own.