I think there's tons of all of us. I've been told about at least three other branching timelines within my own universe...

[he shakes himself off, getting the remainder of the gravel off his own clothes, then recalls crobat to its ball-- a red light snakes out the centre of it and engulfs crobat, reverting it to light and pulling it back in.]

No, ah... no. I knew the other you! He had shorter hair. I'm vaguely impressed at how you can rock both long and short. Good... job.

[arceus this is awkward. he rubs the back of his head.]

You couldn't give me a lift down, could ya? Crobat needs a rest or I'd go down on him.