TV’s “The Curse” had just ended. Nathan Fielder flew into the ether beyond Earth’s atmosphere. And it triggered a past-life memory in Bill.

The memory was that he was a Thunderbird, of the Thunderbird Order. He possessed the ability to fly, much like Nathan, well above the stratosphere, into orbit of our planet. He’d surf space-time, on gravitational waves, orbiting Earth at increasingly parabolic speeds, like Superman flying around the planet to reverse time.

From his perspective, the Earth and Her Moon, spun rapidly, impossibly fast, until the planet’s blue-green surface ignited on fire, into white-hot fury, still spinning and emitting hyperfrequency vibrations.

Then, the Earth inverted and its surface was all around the Thunderbird balancing on his board of highly concentrated energy. If the Earth was a droplet in our maelstrom galaxy, then He stood at the center of the drop, guiding it through the rain that fell from the Moon fixated like a black hole at the center of this torus system.

He then realized that all these drops were Earth versions, each with the same-faced Moon orbiting them. Though they shared the same moon, each droplet Earth embodied a unique reality, resultant from specific outcomes. This Thunderbird knew his origin planet—the one he was guiding through the storm—while experiencing this aha moment:

If he could conceive of this reality, the one he was experiencing soaring the multiversal movierain all about his OG Earth, then there must be, somewhere in this system, an Earth that contained a young man writing about this extra-dimensional incident just now. Through entanglement, he could link with this individual…

And lift him up into the multiverse, like an upside down pyramid extending down to reach the apex of one, down on Earth, protruding right side up to the sky. Perhaps this was one way to link worlds. Perhaps this man, down on the ground, would be a Thunderbird too. Perhaps this lowly terrestrial dweller was one physical embodiment of Bill Thunderbird’s infinite soul.

He wondered if thought patterns, brainwaves—like the spin of bound particles—could become entangled.

And, like that, He leapt from His native drop to one where this man, manifested by Bill’s thought, lived. United by congruous notions, the two met.