--- Passerby walked up to a pile of destroyed universes. "Hmm," muttered Passerby. "This looks vexing." Some of the universes were twisted into other universes. Some were broken into tiny pieces and scattered. Some were inside out, others had reverse time. It was an apocalypse of meta-apocalypses. And over there was Passerby's very own universe, and there they were inside it. Their peacetime had apparently gotten tangled. Some of their historical events were twisted up into their present physical spaces. New timelines were spawning left and right as their poor physical laws tried to act on the situation. Passerby was pretty excited to get back into their universe and tell their friends about all the other universes they had discovered in the pile of destroyed ones. And to that, all they had to do was fix everything! Passerby thought about it with confidence and satisfaction, and dived in! Over here were a few hypercubic lightyears of tangled hells that had were squashing some precious heavenly moments. Mph! Passerby lifted them and shoved them off into a different dimension. Over there were more hypercubic lightyears of crucial knowledge and history, all broken and scattered everywhere from apocalypse that had been spreading from the hells. Passerby excitedly rushed around, gathered them up, got to know each and every one of them and quickly brought them all where they went. Soon other people came forth from the harmonised and reunited universe parts, and began helping Passerby out in droves. "One! Two! One! Two!" could be heard echoing across the sideways as a throng of angels and college professors shoved fragmented physical laws holding buildings and planets back together. In another corner, ancient stars and galaxies were pensively beaming as they shoved their orbits back in place, and Passerby worked with astrologers, astronomers, dreamers, and physicists to right all the databases, studies, and other associated public and historical parts. While they were working hard, some angels, animals, and politicians could be seen guiding and pushing bright timematter into place, and software developers, businessmen, activists began organising for the problems to practically right themselves on their own. Passerby sat back, a hardworking felon to their left, a mystical avatar to their right, and everyone smiled smugly. The universes were fixed! They popped back into theirs and resumed their life.