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Roxanne frowned thoughtfully at Harrison and took another bite of donut, “I’m sure they are… they’re just…” acting different. The thought that the Megamind that spoke to her a few weeks ago wasn’t her Megs… it upset her more than she wanted to admit. Grabbing onto the other topic, “Oh man, yeah after the twenty-sixth kidnapping it was starting to get hard to keep it fresh. God does he try, though. The banter all starts to blur together… sort of like a really familiar movie? But the things he makes?” she sighed, a nostalgic smile on her face, “That and getting him all worked up.”

“Are you sure that it’s your Wayne and your Megamind though?” Harrison presses.  “I’m not trying to make you feel crazy, but with multiples it can be easy to make that mistake.  I’ve known my husband’s nemesis off the court so to say for years, and yet when a new Megamind came to burgle a business I was patronizing, I thought he was my Megamind.  It might be worth it to double check.  You’ll find that while there is a lot of similarity, each of us blue men is unique and there are distinct differences.  For example my Megamind and the newest one in town have totally different numbering systems for their brainbots.  They also have very different attitudes towards crime and territoriality in Metro City.  And I’ve known Waynes that are true heroes, and ones that are frankly kind of dicks.”  

He gestures with his hand, thinking of Syx’s possessive lover and Wendolyn.  “At the very least its a chance to get to know some new people.”

“Brain bot numbering system? How would I…” Roxanne paled a bit, did she even know her Megamind well enough to know him from a double? She wanted to believe yes… but…

Shaking her head, she focused on Wayne instead, “It has to still be my Wayne. Even if he hasn’t wanted to have a movie night in ages…”

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Balancing her half-eaten donut on her coffee cup, Roxanne looked out over the park, “Five years…” she was going to have to dig back much further than she thought. It looked like a lot of her downtime was going to be spent at the library in the foreseeable future, “Yes, Megamind seems to be taking it hard. Wayne worse. Neither have really been themselves lately… It’s been over a month sence I’ve been kidnapped and several weeks since I saw Megamind last.”

“Not that I’m worried,” she laughed, “It’s like a vacation. I don’t even have to worry about getting smoke stains on my dress or worry about what shoes I wear to work,” it was easy to say the same half truths as always, to mask any feelings even from herself, “Wayne’s a big boy, he can take care of himself,” and it’s not like they were ever really that close of friends. If he needed some space, that was fine. 

Wayne was the one she was worried about. Yeah. Which is why she was chasing down Megaminds look-a-likes. She sighed and leaned back on the bench.

“Coming here is an adjustment for everyone.  It changes all your previous assumptions and calculations.  I know one blue guy, Syx, he’s basically rethinking his entire life right now.  He spent so long doing the villainy thing to cover a massive plan to fix up Metro City, but now those old problems aren’t here.  There are new ones for sure, but it changes the math,” Harrison explained, leaning back and weaving his fingers behind his giant blue head.  He didn’t mind giving advice to the newbies since he was now an old hat at this multiverse thing.  

“My advice is to take a little time for you and enjoy your kidnapping-free life.  I’ve only been kidnapped once and I found it quite fun, but I’m sure after about thirty times of the same-old thing, it gets a bit tired.  And if you’re worried about your boys, reach out,” he advised.  “You might find that your Megamind and your Wayne aren’t even here.”

Roxanne frowned thoughtfully at Harrison and took another bite of donut, “I’m sure they are… they’re just…” acting different. The thought that the Megamind that spoke to her a few weeks ago wasn’t her Megs… it upset her more than she wanted to admit. Grabbing onto the other topic, “Oh man, yeah after the twenty-sixth kidnapping it was starting to get hard to keep it fresh. God does he try, though. The banter all starts to blur together… sort of like a really familiar movie? But the things he makes?” she sighed, a nostalgic smile on her face, “That and getting him all worked up.”

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Roxanne mulled over the new information as Harrison knocked their donuts together, belatedly echoing, “Cheers.”

Munching on her donut, she wiped the sugar from her lip, thankful for her smudge-proof lipstick, “So this has been going on for a while if you’ve had time to get used to it and do genetic testing. How long? I just don’t understand how this isn’t huge national news! I would’ve thought there would have been national coverage or… something!” 

She waved her hand about as she looked over the man beside her. It was strangely easy to talk to him, she suspected it was because despite the differences he did remind her of Megamind. Only a nonvillainous one, which if anything only made it easier. 

“It’s all made me feel a little nuts,” she lamented, “…especially with how strange Megamind and Wayne have both been acting.”

“Well its not just you and you are certainly not nuts,” Harrison replied, trying his best to be steady and reassuring.  “I’ve been here about five years and its always been this way for me.  Others have come and go over the years.  Some people have been trapped here, away from their families and unable to get home.  But others like me can come and go as we please.”  He shrugs.  “If I go to Rome, it’s my Rome with my house right where I left it.  But some people have lost everything by falling through the wrong dimensional portal.”   

He takes a sip of his drink to wash down the last of his donut.  “As to why it isn’t news, I have no idea.  I think most of the boring normal people in Metro City just don’t notice.  And everyone else is just trying to get by in this new world.  If your Megamind and Wayne came here recently, they’ve probably been just as thrown as anyone.”

Balancing her half-eaten donut on her coffee cup, Roxanne looked out over the park, “Five years…” she was going to have to dig back much further than she thought. It looked like a lot of her downtime was going to be spent at the library in the foreseeable future, “Yes, Megamind seems to be taking it hard. Wayne worse. Neither have really been themselves lately… It’s been over a month sence I’ve been kidnapped and several weeks since I saw Megamind last.”

“Not that I’m worried,” she laughed, “It’s like a vacation. I don’t even have to worry about getting smoke stains on my dress or worry about what shoes I wear to work,” it was easy to say the same half truths as always, to mask any feelings even from herself, “Wayne’s a big boy, he can take care of himself,” and it’s not like they were ever really that close of friends. If he needed some space, that was fine. 

Wayne was the one she was worried about. Yeah. Which is why she was chasing down Megaminds look-a-likes. She sighed and leaned back on the bench.

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Accepting the donuts, Roxanne took a cinnamon sugar one and put the bag back, “She works for my station, but I’ve never seen her accept on the broadcasts… There are really that many blue men in the city? My research hadn’t turned up nearly so many,” she frowned, having estimated about half that number, “So, you really are Megamind? Or a version of Megamind?” she had to cringe a bit at herself, “I can tell you’re not based on your walk and speech pattern, but you look remarkably similar. I was really hoping that wasn’t just unconscious racism.”

“I would say that Megamind is a version of me,” Harrison replied arrogantly.  “But it’s clear we are connected.  I’ve done genetic tests and I share at least an 83% similarity with every blue man I’ve tested.  It’s not enough to be twins, but more than the average sibling.  Accounting for those genetic differences in personality and temperament, plus the differences in upbringing, yes, we all seem to be versions of each other pulled here from across dimensions.  Welcome to Metro City.  Cheers.”  He taps his donut against hers before taking a big bite.  

Roxanne mulled over the new information as Harrison knocked their donuts together, belatedly echoing, “Cheers.”

Munching on her donut, she wiped the sugar from her lip, thankful for her smudge-proof lipstick, “So this has been going on for a while if you’ve had time to get used to it and do genetic testing. How long? I just don’t understand how this isn’t huge national news! I would’ve thought there would have been national coverage or… something!” 

She waved her hand about as she looked over the man beside her. It was strangely easy to talk to him, she suspected it was because despite the differences he did remind her of Megamind. Only a nonvillainous one, which if anything only made it easier. 

“It’s all made me feel a little nuts,” she lamented, “…especially with how strange Megamind and Wayne have both been acting.”

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The ‘a’ Roxanne Ritchi answered quite a few questions in and of itself. Leaning back and taking a sip of her coffee she laughed, “For it to be on the record there would have to be a story in the first place,” considering the reaction of several her coworkers when she tried to bring up the strange doubles, she was beginning to fear even the tabloids would think she was bonkers for thinking it was strange, “and in my experience CEOs on multi-million dollar companies are rarely happy to see me,” she looked him over with a critical eye noting every small difference between him and the blue man she knew, “Surprise is often it’s own advantage.”

The kidnappee comment struck an interesting train of thought, “If you’re married to Wayne and founded Megamind, does that make your Roxanne the villain?” she mused, shaking her head and laughing at the thought of herself in Megamind’s cape, “No, this is just for my own sanity. I was beginning to think I’d gone insane or suffered amnesia. It’s not often that you find yourself watching a broadcast you don’t remember giving.”

So she was new.  Good to know his instincts had been on point.  

“Actually I never met a Roxanne or a Wayne before coming here,” Harrison confessed.  “I gather that’s a bit of a rarity.  Most of the other blue men met their Waynes in childhood and their Roxannes later in life.  But I’d frankly never heard of either of you before coming here.  So while I’m sure somewhere out there is an evil Roxanne, I don’t know of any personally.”

He reached for the donut bag and took out a small plastic container with five remaining donuts.  Selecting a chocolate cake with sprinkles, he hands the container to her so she can choose.  “If it helps, there’s only one other Roxanne Ritchi I know in town, and my husband is with her and her family now.  So while I have a half dozen different copies and clones to keep track of, you just have the one,“ he replies nonchalantly.   

Accepting the donuts, Roxanne took a cinnamon sugar one and put the bag back, “She works for my station, but I’ve never seen her accept on the broadcasts… There are really that many blue men in the city? My research hadn’t turned up nearly so many,” she frowned, having estimated about half that number, “So, you really are Megamind? Or a version of Megamind?” she had to cringe a bit at herself, “I can tell you’re not based on your walk and speech pattern, but you look remarkably similar. I was really hoping that wasn’t just unconscious racism.”

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Following along in Harrison’s wake at a distance, Roxanne had to shake her head at the way he spent his money but from what she’d research it fit the bill. Rich beyond reason. The toy she assumed was for his son, having seen the birth announcement in the papers while looking up everything she could. The huge amount of donuts definitely struck her as a very Megamind behavior, though.

It wasn’t until the coffee shop that she’d gotten distracted from her goal. Her morning drink was long sense gone and she needed to refuel. Giving in she got a drink for herself. When she excited, for a moment she feared she’d lost him… but finally caught sight of his blue head as he moved towards the park.

Debating with herself, she finally walked over to his bench and sat down casually beside him. It was time to start the surprise interview proper, “Mr. Drake-Scott, if I’m correct?” she knew she was, “Considering you’re married to a super hero, what’s your take on Megamind?”

Harrison was so busy enjoying his drink and donut that he didn’t notice Roxanne Ritchi until she was right beside him.  In fact his mouth was still wrapped around his straw when she plopped down, and he raised one eyebrow at her strange greeting.  Even if he didn’t know that the Girly’s Roxanne was supposed to be with Wayne and the kids for their playdate, he could clearly tell this wasn’t the Roxanne he knew best.  Her question made it clear she was new, not least of all because she was rudely interrupting him for some kind of impromptu interview.  

“While it’s always a delight to meet a Roxanne Ritchi,” he finally drawled, trying and failing to keep the amused smirk from playing at the corner of his mouth.  “I’m afraid if you want an interview, you need to book one with my publicist darling.  However if you’re welcome to a donut if you’d like to chat off the record, kidnappee to kidnappee.”  And with that he gestured to the bag sitting between them on the bench.  

The ‘a’ Roxanne Ritchi answered quite a few questions in and of itself. Leaning back and taking a sip of her coffee she laughed, “For it to be on the record there would have to be a story in the first place,” considering the reaction of several her coworkers when she tried to bring up the strange doubles, she was beginning to fear even the tabloids would think she was bonkers for thinking it was strange, “and in my experience CEOs on multi-million dollar companies are rarely happy to see me,” she looked him over with a critical eye noting every small difference between him and the blue man she knew, “Surprise is often it’s own advantage.”

The kidnappee comment struck an interesting train of thought, “If you’re married to Wayne and founded Megamind, does that make your Roxanne the villain?” she mused, shaking her head and laughing at the thought of herself in Megamind’s cape, “No, this is just for my own sanity. I was beginning to think I’d gone insane or suffered amnesia. It’s not often that you find yourself watching a broadcast you don’t remember giving.”

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It was a beautiful fall day, warm but with a breeze that played with the handful of leaves that had already fallen in Metro City.  And Harrison was glad for it.  It had been raining on and off for most of the last week, but today’s forcast called for a warm golden day.  Probably the last one they would get for a good long while so Harrison did not want to waste it.  Wayne was taking Devin for another playdate with Vycter while he caught up on hero business with Girly, so the blue man was happy to have a little alone time.  His full-time paternity leave was almost up and if he was honest, he was itching to get back in the CEO seat even if it was just part-time until after the holidays.  

But until then, he had a day to himself and my god, he was going to enjoy it.  He practically skipped down the stairs of Megamind Inc in his casual jacket and tie with a delightful pair of suede loafers.  He’d forgone his usual security detail, since he had a new degun strapped to his ankle and another hidden in the breast pocket of his coat.  He’d decided to skip the car today as well.  It was just too nice to be inside! Perhaps he’d stop by the donut shop and ooh maybe pop into the Bvlgari store on his way to walking out by the lake….

Waiting until the blue man had gone by, Roxanne stood to follow, soothing down her yellow blazer. She could hardly believe her own eyes even though she’d seen the pictures. She pretended to be on her phone as she walked, occasionally taking pictures of him. Even without the lack of leather and actual fashion sense and glasses, it was clear very quickly that the only things this man shared with Megamind were the skin tone and body type. He didn’t even walk the same. 

Still, the sudden appearance of more blue men in the city that for all intensive purposes had somehow always been here must be connected to Megamind. After all, his building was called Megamind! Once Roxanne had her nose on a story, she was horribly stubborn about following it to the end. Her mother always complained that it was her worst trait, and while it had gotten her into plenty of trouble over the years, it drove her more than anything to succeed.