Allow me to introduce myself. Since you won't be able to understand my native language, you can call me Professor Horatio Q. Booper-Snoot—explorer, multiverse mapmaker, and something akin to an anthropologist of sorts. Your universe, as you know it, is not the only one. There are dozens like it. Well, by transfractal morpho-physical intragerbil dynamics theory, six stable ones and roughly 761 not-so-stable ones. Unfortunately, yours isn't one of the stable ones. But fortunately, yours is stable enough that it doesn't fly apart every 5.23231 of your seconds. Congratulations! There are all kinds of universes. And within these universes, there are all kinds of worlds! There are those where myth and magic reign—which scientists reason there must be some logical explanation; and those where only the laws of physics operate—which sorcerers conjure there must be some illogical explanation. Along with my colleagues from your universe and its neighbors—the mathematician, scientist, and chromo-linguist, Librarian Augusta Constantine, the hardened battle-mage and semi-professional food critic, STEVE!, our quasi-intelligent five-dimensional pet banana slug sometimes called Fligbug, and the Orphic-tinker, Biin Hejj—we roam the omniverse cataloging our adventures—particularly the ones written in lightning or existing for only thirty days at a time.