"If I've been flyin' under the radar of some official vampire society all these years, I've got more luck than I been accountin' for."

Cassidy had been assuming that he and Matthew were from the same world. He still wasn't entirely sure that wasn't the case... but the things that didn't quite match up were starting to mount. How many different realities could the fairies reach into? How many Earths? How many different versions of Paris or New Orleans or Texas? Were they really different, or was it all some mess of quantum physics, each world a single still frame of a fractal?

These were fairly bog-standard stoned thoughts, and a good sign that the opium was doing its work. They were also hitting Cassidy in a whole new way, given his fresh real-life perspective on multiple realities. For a long moment, he allowed the thoughts to swirl around and through his head, one of his knees bobbing idly side to side as he stared up at the ceiling.

"We should have some music, next time," he said — a stray, passing thought in the middle of all those metaphysics. Music always made the high better.