“Knock knock,” said Tara.
“Who’s there?” Dorie asked.
“Well, that’s a difficult question, isn’t it? I mean, from a direct standpoint, whoever is there is whoever knocked. But you could look at it from a pseudo-quantum, Schrodingerian viewpoint, and say that you’ll never know who is there, or what their state is, until you answer the door, which you haven’t done, you’ve merely inquired as to who it might be. But ultimately, the best way to know is to open the door anyway, collapsing all possible worlds into the singular stream of time in which we now co-exist.”
“Umm, I think it needs some work.”
“Are you kidding? It killed at the astro-physics conference.”