A superhero was cloned. It was supposed to be a cssic “evil twin” scenario but the duplicate had all of the original’s memories and was locked away before he ever actually did anything evil.

  This never sat right with the original and so, after a longer time than he would have preferred, he breaks his duplicate out. He brings his double to a b where there is a machine that can send him to a world where there is a pce for him. A world where he won’t be preemptively treated as a vilin for the circumstances of his creation and what he might do.

  The clone steps into the machine and appears in his house. Or rather his original’s house whose copied memories make it feel like his own home.

  Two children come into the room. A boy and a girl. His children. They simultaneously seem to recognize him and treat him like a stranger. They are wary of him, recognizing that something is off and he can’t bme them, as much as it hurts.

  The children are evasive about answering where their mother is. The boy - his son - says she’s out swimming at the pool but the man knows she can’t swim.

  The children’s mother - his wife - finally comes home. She demands to know who he is. What he is.

  He expins as honestly as he can. He is a copy, but with all the original’s memories and feelings. He was sent to another world where he was told there would be “a pce for him” but had no idea what he would find there.

  He learns that in this world he - or rather this world’s version of his original - has recently died. His family only recently finished with the formal period of mourning. They are still grieving his loss.

  And now someone shows up in their home who looks just like him. Talks just like him. Moves just like him. Makes the same face upon seeing his family as him.

  Of course they were suspicious. And in a way they were right to be. But also, the temptation to have him back, at least in some way, is a strong one.

  They agree to at least give him a chance. It seems like the sort of thing their version of him would have wanted. To help someone who otherwise has no one.

  He knows he is not him and to try to truly be a repcement would be wrong. He knows that they are not really the family he remembers and even if they were they still wouldn’t really be his family, no matter what he feels for them. But those feelings are there and he doesn’t want to be alone anymore.

  He starts over and introduces himself as if he were meeting strangers for the first time. They respond in kind and allow him to use the guest bedroom until he can find a pce to stay.

  In the morning he surprises the children with their favorite breakfast.

  It is all very strange, and every now and then other small discrepancies between this world and his borrowed memories crop up, but there is a sense of hope that things will work out in the end.