"The multiverse theory. I'm familiar with the concept," he murmured thoughtfully as he processed the information. If every single one of those lights he saw was its own universe, then there were countless numbers of universes out there. Then things seemed to click together. She had been in there once before and had knowledge of events in his own universe that nobody else would have. Knowing the theory as he did, he let out a sigh. There was only one answer that fit. "Then in your original universe, mine is a fictional construct."

Surprisingly, he's not angry about the concept of being fictional because he knows he's real at least in his own universe and honestly, any universe where he wasn't real must be inferior to his own. A universe without Doom was one not worth thinking about and fate had clearly decided that to be the truth when the girl was removed from it. But there were other things to worry about like where they were at the moment. "Then we will figure out where exactly we are and work from there. You have more experience with this, so for the moment, I will defer to your judgment."