Miranda stood before the door. She didn’t knock but she thought about it. She’d been thinking about it for weeks. Now that she was here, she wasn’t sure she could. She definitely shouldn’t, but if she walked away now all those years toiling away would’ve been meaningless.
Now, here she was. Standing in front of a door. Lacking either the will to knock or walk away.
The door opened. Herself, or a version of herself, stood on the other side of the threshold.
“Oh, hello,” said Miranda2 of this alternate universe.
Miranda stammered. She must’ve made a mistake in the calculations somewhere.