“What is it?”

    “It’s a doorway to a parallel universe! We’re going to be rich!”

    “It looks like a regular door in a wooden frame.” Bernard walked around the structure,
skeptical of its maker’s claims. “Right. So how’s it work?”

    Wallace was enthusiastic. “Just walk through!”

    Bernard opened the door. “It’s just a stupid door! It doesn’t go anywhere!”

    “But it does! It leads to a universe exactly like our own! Try it!”

    Bernard walked through the door frame and turned to face Wallace. “I’m still here.”

    “No, you just think you’re still here, because here looks just like where you came from.”

    Bernard was unmoved. “So you’re a different Wallace, in a different universe, that’s
indistinguishable from the universe I came from?”

    “Exactly!”

    “You imbecile.” Bernard slammed the door and exited the lab. Wallace opened the door and began making adjustments to the strike plate.

    Another Wallace emerged from the men’s room. “Did I miss the demo? How’d it go?”

    Wallace number one was dejected. “I don’t think he likes it.”

    Wallace number two said, “Did you tell him that it takes you to an identical parallel universe, but a week into the future?”

    “Why? Do you think that’s important?”