Hi, I'm Diane Sanchez… I think I should be dead. The last thing I remember was being in my daughter's room, tucking her in for the night. The next thing I knew, I was in a completely unfamiliar place, far from when I remembered, and I couldn't find my husband.
Even now, I can't find him. I can see people who look like him, people with his name, and who live so similarly yet differently from the one I shared, but never my Rick. All of them tell me the same story. Another version of my husband, in a fit of rage, jealousy, or something else, wiped me out across all of the infinite dimensions. I am the only Diane left in existence.
My presence seems to be torture to my husband's infinite copies, so I'm trying to stay out of their way. Another version of him created my current host. "Hatred"… The name slightly concerns me, but when the options were staying in an unknown place or travelling with someone who looked so familiar, my choice was obvious.
I am pretty lonely here. But at least when Hatred comes to see me, he's very polite… Sometimes, when he comes by, I swear he's covered in blood.
