The Death of a Friend

Nick skidded to a stop. A million or so probablistic iterations of himself in the near future, recognized their situation, swore and fizzled into nothingness. Nick experienced the little death obliquely, like his ears popping on an airplane. He ignored it. There was nothing out of the ordinary about the room at first glance. The furnishings were more or less identical to those of an infinite number of hesuiets.