Unparalelled Workload - This Time Round Aftermath by Paul Benson "Well, that straightens out the continuity," grinned Fitz. "Well, apart from me having at least three doubles." "Two?" asked Sam, who's double was buying the next round of drinks. "Yep," slurped Fitz. "There's..." he tried to count on his fingers, but couldn't see them clearly enough. "There's the nymphomaniac Mardis Gras version of me, then there's Fritz Kriener over there by the piano, and Fitz Kriener chatting up Adric in the corner." "No taste, some people," said Fey Trustcot Sade, who was managing to consume a large Bacardi and Coke, while simultaneously eying off alt-Sam and a young Brigadier. "So what's all this about, then?" asked Wil. "Well," said the Doctor "It's all part of this big story that this new Australian bloke's trying to write." "Oh, the one who's postings are never out on time?" Fitz said, before throwing up in Izzy's lap. The others restrained her from attacking him with a broken bottle. "That's him, yes. It's all to do with there being more than enough matter and energy for one possibility to exist in the universe. So it's possible to collapse one universe into another with only a few noticable effects. So I did that in order to make enough spare energy for..umm..." he scratched his head. .."Something else." he concluded, lamely. "And you've been trying to lead your alternative's lives as well?" Wil asked. "Yes, and it's not been easy. That's why I hired him!" he said, pointing to Nick. "But no-one likes him, so it's not going to work! No offence," he added, hastily to Nick. "None taken, old bean. But you still owe me the overtime we agreed to." "So there's only one universe after all, then?" asked Ace, between serving drinks and throwing olives at Adric. "Excuse me, young lady, I take great offence at that!" Doctor Who said, stroking his white mustache. "I hope someone gets around to explaining him one day," grumbled the 1st Doctor.