"I'm sorry, Zion, but I can't help you," Alfred said, his voice sincere yet apologetic.
"Why not?" I asked, my curiosity piqued by his sudden refusal.
"I can't teach you something that I didn't experience myself," he replied, his tone matter-of-fact.
"Huh? Didn't you have a girlfriend?" I pressed on, slightly confused by his statement.
"Girlfriend? What are you talking about, Zion? Just sit tight; I'll grab some bread and milk from the pantry. It's so early that I can't even get my breakfast in," he said as he stood up to leave my office.
As Alfred walked out, the weight of our conversation lingered on my mind. It became increasingly clear to me that the world we inhabited didn’t mirror Earth in the slightest. On Earth, Alfred had a girlfriend before even stepping foot in high school
