"I'm home." John Logan stopped in front of his house. For the first moment since his death, his stay in hell, his bout with time-travelling, and supporting his son's effort to save reality, he was shook.

"Yeah. You still live here in the future, right?" Ted waited beside him.

"I mean, I'm home. That's me inside, in the window."

Ted looked inside, and grinned. "Yeah, that is, Dad. I forgot to mention, when you time travel, you can meet your older or younger self."

He'd known that coming to 2020 meant he'd have to live a few years over, but he'd thought it wasn't worth complaining about, especially considering his other option was to stay dead. He hadn't thought of this. It hit him with a very uncomfortable sensation: he didn't know what to do.

"You should totally go talk to yourself. Whenever I time travel, talking to me is a big help," Ted encouraged him.

"It is?"

"No, I keep lying to myself. But you should try it out anyway."

"What do I say?"

"I don't know, I always have the same problem."

"Well, I suppose you have more experience at this than I do." He headed up the front step. It was better than lurking in his own driveway.

"Still got your keys?" Ted asked when he hesitated.

"Yeah." He clutched them in his hand, thinking about what he would do if it was him at home and he saw himself walking through the door. He already died once. He hoped he wasn't going to shoot himself.

"Maybe I should go first," Ted offered.

"Yeah," He said again, relieved. He never would have been brave enough to ask. He turned the key in the lock.

Ted went inside, leaving the door open behind him.

"Hey, Dad." Ted's voice carried to him through the doorway.

It was weird not responding. It was even weirder hearing his own voice answer back.

"Ted, where have you been? The world goes crazy and you can't answer your phone?" The worry was almost buried under the annoyance.

"Sorry, Dad. Bill and I had to save reality."

"Not that again. Why can't you just talk sense?"

He'd never really noticed how frustrated his voice sounded when he was talking to his eldest son.

"We really did, Dad. That's what the song was about earlier, it really did unite the world in music. That's why I'm here, I have something else I have to tell you about."

This was going nowhere, and it was past time he went in the house. Eavesdropping on himself was foolish. He came into the conversation in time to watch himself say "Ted, please don't try to tell me that you're another infinite version of yourself."

"I'm not. I'm present me, the one you know. Other dad, I'm a younger version of me, five years before the incident with Dave Grohl." Ted spoke to both of them.

"I can already tell it's you, you're sober," He said. His younger version only stared at him.

"Dad, meet your Alternate Future self." Ted indicated him.

"I am not going by that."

Ted nodded, trying to be agreeable. "Okay, but otherwise this is going to get confusing fast."

"Well, if I have to, I'll go by Jonathan. I've always thought it sounded old somehow, and all this makes me the older one."

John's mouth opened and closed for a minute. It gave him time to wonder if calling his younger self "John" without asking first was a bit unilateral of him. At least he was giving him time to wonder these things. It might be due to shock and not generosity, but John hadn't thrown him out on his ear, which was better than he would have thought of himself.

"How..?" John finally managed to get out.

Ted waited for him to say something, and filled in when he didn't. "A version of you died like five years from now, and then he was let out of hell and came back in time with us to the present."

"I'm gonna die in five years?" John asked.

"Dennis the robot killed you by mistake. Everything's fine now though, it won't happen again." Ted promised.

Jonathan hoped Ted was right. The whole Dave Grohl incident was embarassing, robot included. Plus, he wanted more than five years. "Whether I live or die again, the point is I'm here now, and no matter how much I can't explain it, I got here by time-travel. It turns out our son has been telling the truth all along. Some really crazy things happened to Ted here, and in at least one version of the future, a lot of those things aren't good. I don't want my son to wind up like that again. Listen to the things he has to say. I know it sounds crazy, but it really is possible."

John peered at him a bit. "Does that mean your staying?"

Jonathan had hoped so. It wasn't like he had anywhere else to go. With that thought, another uncomfortable realization started creeping in. He was going to have to learn to live with himself.

Not only did they have to deal with sharing a house and a life, they had to figure out how to make other people understand it too. John didn't think lying was right. Jonathan didn't think lying worth the bother. They decided to show up to work together, and sort it out from there.

"There are two of you now?"

They looked at each other. It was starting to feel a bit like how Ted was around Bill. "Well, you see, it happened that day." Jonathan started, and that was as far as he got.

"Yeah, that day was something. I guess it affected us all differently."

It turned out that was all the explanation he needed. After all, everyone had seen reality come apart. People all over the world reported seeing infinite versions of Ted, along with his wife and friends. Seeing two of Captain Logan wasn't going to take the cake at this point.

Though there were two of them, there was only one position available. Neither wanted to retire, so they agreed to both work in alternating shifts. In turn, each had the time to finally get to known their sons, and even themselves.