As Alan Rickman makes loving eyes at Richard, he is hit by a flying jar of semen."Oh Richard," says Alan Dickman. "Things have never been the same since you came into my life."
Just then, Carren comes out of the back room. She seems to be wearing the exact same clothes, just without an apron. She halts as she notices the two Tirins taking to each other.Tirin scoffed at his junior's mistaken theatrics. "Come on, you know we can both remember the original timeline. You might be fooling the absolute jags, but even smart enough lessers can figure it out." He paused a moment, teal eyes glancing around the room. "Of course, it doesn't look like any of these will. If you claim t'be me from "the" future it doesn't matter. If you claim t'be me from our future, you're wrong."
He stepped forward bearing the compassionate smile of a teacher and healer, which precious few ever saw, and set a hand on the other Tirin's shoulder. His eyes cast brilliant teal light, and the feeble, jaundiced clone's flesh slowly cleared. The near-invalid's muscle, and with it strength of body, returned not long after, and the fat and scarring in his savaged liver lessened, then disappeared. "You've got a hell of a lot of power. Always try to think of better ways to use it. And think on this: aside from the very youngest, we're all from the future."
"Uh, am I interrupting something?"