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[Open] in the workshop.

The workshop was kept fastidiously neat. More so than the rest of the rooms in his house. It was the cleanest and most organized room in the house. Despite his packrat tendencies, he knew that a clean workshop was a safe and productive one. It was both a mundane and magical workshop, letting him work on simple wood carvings or the delicate intracies of a universe in the same room.

He sat, half dressed and hair tied back, on a wooden stool setting up a stasis field of some sort over a work bench. On the bench was a sliver of shiny silvery blue metal. A shard of a sword he had picked up in the Nexus. The shard had tried to turn him good, then evil, then young, then sane, then insane, but as he was not always totally good, nor totally evil but completely and utterly irrivokably nuetral that it couldn't do anything to him. As for his age, his shape was of his own choosing and he could chose a younger form if he so wished. Sanity came and went as it pleased, no sword fragment was going to change that. That was not what caught his interest though.

No, today, Alexander was interested in trying to reconstruct the sword using the shard as a base pattern and try and weave out what had been into what would be. It was easy enough, really, it just took a lot of fine tunning and delicate work.

THe stasis field was set, rotating slowly. Picking up the shard in a pair of tweezers he set it into the field. It shimmered for a moment and then glowed a steady blue. He picked up another instrument from the work bench, a thin piece of wire, He pushed the wire into the field and drew it out from the shard several times creating a thin spidery web. Still using the wire he poked a few holes in the web into another deminsion.

Satisfied, he leaned back and watched it for a moment, before scooting his stool over to another work bench. This one empty. He stared at it for a long moment before waving his hand over it. A thin three demensional network of interconnecting lines appeared before him. He studyied it for a long moment before murmurring, "If I was a soul shard... where would I be?"

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Nick sighs. "Well, if I must. I'd much rather distract you, but if it's important, I'll try to stop."

"Perhaps we'll have a short lesson instead, on how the multiverse works. This way you will know what you are getting into and you don't have leave my lap. Would you like that?"

"I certainly would." Nick smiles. "Teach me. Please."

"First, how much do you know about the multiverse? Beyond my prattling about it, have you done any sort of study or heard about it?"

"No, I haven't. There's a theory that the Old Kingdom is, in fact, an entirely different world from Ancelstierre, but I've seen nothing to support that." Besides differences in time, season, weather... no, nothing at all.

"Really now? That would be interesting to see." He then narrowed down the shimmering cat's web to one thread. "This is a universe here. All the galaxies and planets contained in it. A set actually. A set being a universe with certain traits that are multiplied over and over again with different variations. Like for example, an Ancelstierre where you did not go into the Old Kingdom and find one of those hemispheres, would all be apart of the same set as the one where you did. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I think I do."

"If you ever have any questions, ask." He added a second string to the single thread, "This is another reality subset with it's own galxies and variations. You will not find a Nicholas Sayre there, or an Old Kingdom. It is the interation of all the different subsets," and the Cat's craddle returned, "That makes up the Multiverse."

"Fascinating." He stares at the cat's cradle with great interest.

He picked up a thin piece of wire and poked it at intersections, "These intersections are where universes collide and crossovers happen. Letting people or things from one subset go into another subset. And these knots," he pointed to places where large groupings of threads came together, "are called Nodes. The Nexus, where we met, is such a place."

"So they're the joining places between universes, which explains how everyone gets there..."

"Exactly!" he gave him a kiss on the cheek as a bit of reward. "There are other things like subsets and pocket dimensions that I won't go into right now. Instead, I will take you onto today's buisness, which are anchor points."

"And what are those, professor?" He smiles.

There's a slight smirk, "Anchor points are people that are the same in every reality of a reality set. Like a person who runs a dinner on fourth street. He will always be there no matter what version of the subset you go to. Exactly the same."

"Strange."

"They're the screws that keep the cogs of the multiverse going."

"They hold them together?"

"Yes. Anchor them down, so to speak. Now then, there are other sorts of anchor points that are found in every reality, they're like larger screws. The problem that we have now is that the big screw has gone missing. The Prime Anchor point."

"So how are you going to find it?"

"The soul shards that I need you to help gather? That's him. We're going to have to put him back together... not me. I can't do that as he's a younger version of me, but other people in this business, will put him back together. And hopefully," he squeezed Nick in a hug here, "He will be in a right mind when he's put back together."

Nick hugged back. "I hope so too, and I'm glad I can help you."

"Yes..." and then his mood shifted completely, "You must be hungry. Would you like something to eat?"

"Actually, yes. I am hungry."

"Up and off, unless you want me to carry you over my shoulder and I will try my hand at not posioning you. That sound good?"

"Sounds lovely." He was a little surprised that he was hungry in a hallucination, but he got up and stretched.

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