"We can't stay here." Velcro says. "You have a job, and we need to find the Conjurer."

"Who is this conjurer, and why am I so 'special'?" you hold up quotes when you say 'special'.

"I don't totally understand it. But it's not just you. You and I are obviously completely different."

"Obviously." Velcro isn't annoyed when you say this.

Velcro takes a deep breath, and continues. "Even though we are different, emotionally and physically, on a quantum level, we share particles from across the universe, or at least, at one time we did."

"Can't he just find replacement people?"

" It was luck that the Conjurer was even able to find us in the first place, and replacing us with another couple would be hard to nearly impossible. Also, finding the energy to transport me across the universe may be impossible to do again. Most of the planet here came to a standstill last time for much longer than the time the electricity was out. Computers had to be reconfigured, the internet was messed up, and worse. Think Y2K, but much worse."

"Then why do this?"

"Because the world is ending, you idiot!"

"Yeah, that is the other part I don't get."

" 'The?'" Velcro pauses and takes a deep breath. "The conjurer isn't the only person messing with spacetime. During this process of experimentation, they must have pressed the wrong particle, or mixed the wrong mixture. I don't know. I only took eleven physics classes."

"Only- God help us."

"Hey, just because the people in your world are idiots, doesn't mean more can be expected of us.  In my world, most people have taken at least 17 classes. Even Chemistry and Physics eventually becomes the same subject at some point."

"Seesh. Everyone must be a genius."

"No. everyone on your world is just stupid. Anyway, what was I saying?"

"Conjurers..."

"Right. At some point, a cascading event happened, which is accelerating, and is still happening. We don't have much time before my entire planet, and eventually the world, implodes.

"What does that have to do with us?"

"We still are connected by the basic particles in our bodies. The conjurers have a way to use them to reconnect and reassociate the ones they disassociated. We are literally potentiantially the glue holding the world together. 

You think to yourself. You aren't happy. You want to go home. But that isn't a choice anymore. "Fine. Fine, dammit. What's next."

"Grab this staff, and I will, too, with my hand. We tap the ground after you think of the Conjurer. Only think of him. If you don't, who knows where we will end up."