Playing by Ear

"We're pulling you out, Louis".

"Your vitals are all over the place".

"Is he ok?".

"Yeah, he just seems...healthier".

"And I feel it".

Louis sits up and rubs his eyes. Looking around he sees faces he knows, though again, he is not sure where he knows them from. The dream fades and he adjusts to this new paradigm, realising as he does that this is his life.

"Well, that was odd".

"It worked then?".

"Apparently at some point another me finally got round to learning the piano".

"Interesting, but not especially useful. Anything else?".

"He's about ten years younger than me. And felt happy".

"Ten years? Then it's worse than we thought".

"So what now?".

"Drink this - you're going back in. Let's see who else it out there".