[ WP ] You are able to jump between parallel universes .

I'm not sure when it started happening, but i can tell you when I first noticed. I was in high school. A song came on the radio-my good friend and I were pretty excited to hear it, it was a new release. From the first chord, i was very confused. When the vocals came it, i sang along. Word for word, pitch for pitch. 
 
 When it was over, i looked at my friend. He was stunned. I stammered something about a re-release, but after checking it out, there was no doubt. A song I had grown up with and known as a child was now being played as though it had only been recorded for the first time a few months ago. 
 
 In college, it happened again. Twice. A new song from a different band I remembered but the version I knew was faster, and a little higher pitched. 
 
 The other... oddity was when I once managed to make the trip from college to home in a third of the normal time- without having broken any speed limits. The cops in those little towns do n't mess around. If I had been more than a few miles over, they'd have pegged me in a heartbeat. But by the laws of natural physics, I would have had to have *averaged* over 120 miles per hour. Maybe I crossed over and crossed back, I do n't know. I thought it happened in my sleep, but now I think it happens between one second and the next. 
 
 I've been lucky. I have n't jumped too far off course. Everyone still knows me. Even if i cross in the middle of a conversation, the topic is the same, though the subtext can be wildly different. 
 
 If i could pick a time when i noticed myself crossing, i could maybe learn to control it, or at least track my progress, see if i had two or three and crossed between them, or if i just cross farther and farther from home. 
 
 For now its manageable. All my friends and loved ones in all the universes I've seen ( which means we've all been jumping... ) know about my... trouble, and see it as a curiosity, nothing more. 
 
 My fear, though, is that the changes will be greater and more pervasive as I progress. For its own sake, that might be fascinating, but how could I cope with crossing, with no way to cross back, or guarantee that I *would*, into a universe where you and I had never met?
