Things happen out there, and can't be taken back. Janet is gone, forever. I'll never see her again. That wouldn't happen down here.
Down here nothing is impossible. Janet is alive as well as dead; I made a difference, and didn't; parents make babies and monsters and both and neither. Everything that can be, is. Down here, riding the probability wave, my options stay open forever.
As long as I keep my eyes closed.
Originally published in Tesseracts 5 (1996).