In an alternate dimension, two residents lounged by the side of the hotel pool.
One of them said, “Have you ever wondered if maybe there’s an alternate universe where we, and all our girlfriends, are a slightly-magical dance troupe trying to protect each other from the toxic fallout of poor romantic decisions?”
Her companion blinked at her in salmon-colored confusion. “No. Why?”
“Just something I thought I saw reflected in the pool,” said the first. “Probably a trick of the light.”
“I hope so,” shuddered the second. Imagine, the horror of a world where they didn’t get to be flamingos.