There I was with a room full of chatter angry grumbles and cries. It was like a circus. I turned around and looked at Jeffry. “So umm” He started. “These are the others! Well almost all of them are here” “What?” “The others, the other versions of you” “What the fuck are you on about?” I looked around and even though our voices matched, I couldn’t see how these people could be… me. “Are you serious?” asked Jeffry. “I mean they look the same act the same talk the same” What the fuck was this guy talking about was the first thing that came to my mind. All I could see was a child, a middle-aged uncle, and three people who barely showed their faces sitting at the corners of the room. “Mate shut up with your British accent shithousery, and get you and your imaginary friends out of here, Its hard enough dealing with you every day!” “But… They’re me, I mean you!” I grabbed his hand and dragged him before the first man. He was an old dude may be in his 40’s hi...