The colorful rip in space/time closed itself neatly behind the past Felix as he was sent off tumbling through time. This left the other six Felixes alone in the apartment depending on one's definition of alone.

There was a palpable sense of relief in the room.

"That's that sorted," said Felix, dusting his dustless hands.

"We did it!" exclaimed backwards clothes Felix.

Several of the Felixes shook hands with one another and patted each other on the back. The jovial atmosphere lasted only a few minutes, and was quickly replaced with an awkward silence.

"So what now?" asked 5-minutes-in-the-future Felix.

"Well aren't the rest of you going to go back to your own timelines?" asked Felix.

He was really looking forward to getting all this weirdness behind him.

"How do we do that?" asked frayed clothes Felix.

"Well I imagine you can travel back to them the same way you got here," said Felix. "Don't you all have your own time machines?."

"My timeline is garbage," grumbled eye-patch Felix.

"How many of our timelines still even exist?" asked rich Felix. "Does anyone even know what the rules are?"

"Don't look at me," said backwards clothes Felix. "Everything I know I already told. I was coached about one very specific situation I'm not a temporal physicist or anything."

"Why don't we stay here?" said rich Felix. "This time and place seems nice."

"You can't all stay here," said Felix. "One Felix per timeline."

"Well who said *you* get this one?" asked 5-minutes Felix.

"This is my timeline," insisted Felix.

"It's all of our timeline," said eye-patch Felix.

"Don't be difficult everyone," said Felix. "I'm actually from here."

"I'm more from here than you," said 5-minutes Felix. "I'm from 5 minutes in your future circa six minutes ago. I'm the closest in time to this time period. This should be my timeline."

"That's... no, that's not how this works," said Felix.

"Oh well then," said rich Felix, "apparently you know how this works. Please enlighten us all."

"You're all me, I know you know what I mean. Why are you being difficult?" asked Felix.

"To Hell with that guy. I say we all stay here," said rich Felix. "Make our way in the world we all just saved."

"That seems fair," said eye-patch Felix.

He and some of the other Felixes started making their way to the door.

"Wait," said Felix, "you're not even going to try to return to your own times? What if it's really easy?"

"Why should I? I like it here," said eye-patch Felix.

"If you have a problem with it, find your own timeline," said rich Felix. "I'm staying right here."

Without warning three strange creatures, aliens of a kind none of the Felixes had ever seen before, came stepping out of empty space between the Felixes and the door as though they were walking around corners.

The aliens were awkwardly proportioned things that looked a little like jumbled up crabs but that were hard to pin down visually at all. Their bodies didn't seem entirely possible. They wore crackling rainbow-colored visors and carried bloated, slime-dripping temporal deactualizers in two of their dozens of arms. When they moved their limbs they seemed to disappear and reappear at odd angles, like they were sliding in and out of other dimensions.

Several of the Felixes attempted to time travel away, but they found their time machines were being jammed. They weren't going anywhen.

"We are the Omega Constabulary!" one of the aliens announced, in a tinny artificial sounding English. "Stop under the color of the authority of the law!"

Not waiting for any kind of response, they began to fire their deactualizers. The business ends of the weapons belched out invisible bolts of nothingness.

The Felixes attempted to flee deeper into the apartment but it was no use. One by one the aliens gunned down the fleeing and screaming Felixes, and as each one way hit he ceased to be. He ceased to have ever been. His existence was utterly nullified from all of space and time and even the memories of him were unraveled.

Soon only Felix was left. He had no idea what happened. He no longer remembered there were any other future versions of himself, but he was left with the sense that he had just witnessed something terrible. He couldn't figure out what. He felt nauseous and regretted drinking the milk.

He didn't need to though. The terrifying aliens with their equally if not more terrifying weapons were reason enough for concern. He didn't need to bother with vague senses of unease.

The aliens advanced on Felix, who didn't dare run. One of the creatures moved its arm to the right, and somehow ended with it resting on Felix's left shoulder.

"Um, Felix, you are designated under arrest for Grand Paradox, Conspiracy To End Reality, and Resisting Arrest In Alternate Timelines in contravention of sections 5y7.8, h2m1, and JAM of the Holy Statutes of Time. Surrender unconditionally or be erased."

"I surrender!" said Felix, putting up his hands.

"State the conditions of your surrender," said the alien.

"Unconditionally, I surrender unconditionally," said Felix.

"You will be taken from this place and time to stand trial, and by proxy all of humanity, for the unforgivable crimes you are unequivocally guilty of."

The thing that was probably an alien cop grabbed Felix with two arms and affixed a metal collar around his neck with two others. Then it slung him over its shoulder and dragged him sideways through the 4th dimension. The entire troupe of aliens disappeared from the apartment. They left behind no sign of their presence.