In the place between, worlds, and universes, where chaos is constant. A truck is driving in a bubble of its own created reality on a highway constantly forming and disappearing, as form and order are forced upon the unreality. Inside the cabin of the truck, Del and Ge head to a delivery.

Del, driving the truck narrows his eyes leaning forward, looking deep into the distance, only to widen his eyes, at another bubble of reality barreling towards them.

Seeing Del’s reaction she looks out her eyes widening, “Is that...Is that another truck?” Ge leaned forward to get a better look at the oncoming bubble, “Holy shit! It is!”

She turned to Del to get an explanation, only to find him just as shocked as her. The Rig began to slow, as the bubbles came closer to each other. Despite being the only beings on the Highway the man pulled off onto the side of the road inside the reality bubble, and waited. The oncoming vehicle seeing these actions mimics them and pulls to the side just on the opposite side of the road. The two bubbles merge creating a greater area around them. Looking like a hundred yards of road torn out of route sixty-six of Earth, with hard-packed earth and cracked asphalt was torn out.

Two semi-trucks stop on either side of a road, sitting in a bubble of reality, a highway floating in nothingness.

“I thought you were the only one,” Ge said as she stared at the other truck.

Del was silent, as he stared at the truck across from him. He could feel what it was, so similar to himself, yet different. The truck itself was the same size as his, but instead of his beautiful blazing red, his was a lovely shade of earthy green. When he finally did answer her, it was like he was in a dream, “You know what? I did too.”

“That's a surprise.”Ge raised an eyebrow then a silly thought occurred to her, “That's not gonna just be you in a mustache is it?”

Del snorted, snapping him out of his daze, “Let's find out.” Although he actually didn’t rule it out.

Two people exit the red truck and on the other side, a single man exits his green one. Standing with a well-worn, cowboy hat, the two groups observed each other. It almost surprised him that the man from the green truck looked nothing like himself, he was shorter and gruffer. When his eyes passed over Ge he saw the man’s eyebrows raise in question, and Del could only shrug.

The three people stared for a long time before anyone dared to take a step forward, the silence beginning to manifest from the chaos. Seeing this Del was the first to step forward dissipating the manifestation, as they all began to move, and meet in the middle of the road.

“This is a first.” The man in the cowboy hat said.

“You're telling me. I can't believe you use a truck too.” Del said gesturing to the green truck behind him.

“Yeah,” The cowboy looked back at his truck wistfully, “Felt right, you know.”

Del looked at his own truck, “Yeah.”

“You picked a truck?” Ge asked snapping the two men back to the strange situation. They both looked at each other and laughed embarrassed.

“Of course, well…” Del answered, trying to cover up his embarrassment, “It was a carriage for a while.”

Hearing that, the cowboy asked excitedly, “Did you ever use a wagon?”

“Oh!” Del smiled big, “I forgot about that.” It was near the beginning of civilization when a strange man had shown him a little wagon pulled by horses. He really liked that wagon, though the horses aged much too fast for him, and took way too much maintenance.

“Or blocked it out.” The cowboy added

Del's smile faded as memories of thrown horseshoes, horse dung falling in the between manifesting in unholy abominations, and that one time it bit his ear, surfaced “Sounds about right.”

“What are you two talking about?” Ge asked trying to follow the conversation, but feel completely left out.

“Our vehicles.” Del pointed to his truck, “It evolved with the universe. Changing with the times. I got a truck and have just been using it since.”

That made sense to her except for the fact that they have seen a bunch of much higher-tech worlds with better vehicles, “Why not use a vehicle from a high-tech world?”

Del grimaced, “Tried it. It was nice for a while but became too…impersonal.” Thinking back he remembered when he used a truck with advanced technology. The creator thought people would be lonely on long drives so added a personal, assistant. Which might not have been bad, but it eventually tried to take over the deliveries for him, not understanding why, and it just became a constant argument. He had left that AI to one of the other worlds, and last he checked it was very happy helping the inhabitants of the world. Without the companion AI all he ended up doing was pointing out the Hero, and it would always just run them over. Not subtly, causing untold mental damage to those around them, and sometimes taking the people out around them, no subtlety.

“Same.” The cowboy agreed.

Del and the cowboy began to scrutinize each other, both looking for something only they knew of, neither finding it. It was Del who broke the silence asking, “Alternate version of me?”

The cowboy scrutinized the man closer, even sniffing him before answering, “Don't think so. I think I'm my own thing.”

With that, he turned to the cowboy’s truck, “What do you haul?”

“Seeds.”

“Like metaphorical seeds?” Ge asked thinking he was talking about souls in some metaphor.

The cowboy shook his head, “No, actual seeds, and other plant stuff. I deliver them to new worlds.”

“Ooh,” Del snapped his fingers things falling in place, “That actually explains why so many different worlds have the same foods.”

Then it clicked for Ge, he was bringing literal plant seeds to other worlds, spreading them everywhere, “I thought that was a multiverse thing, not the plants were literately delivered.”

Del spoke voicing what she was starting to understand, “It is, but mainly for alternate Earths. We've been to tons of planets with no connections at all to Earth. Places light-years away.”

The cowboy nodded confirming what Del was saying.

“Oh.” She exclaimed.

Del was on a roll and kept talking, “That also explains why people from other worlds can stomach the foods.”

“What about the diseases? Food-related or immune system-related?” Ge asked wondering about some of the smaller things, she was now wondering about.

“Either a system deals with it, their body is reconfigured during the transfer, or it's part of a blessing,” Del commented offhandedly.

The cowboy smiled seeing the two's little instruction. Thinking it was his turn he asked, “What do you haul?”

Del snapped out of his pondering, realizing he never told him, “Oh! I'm Hero delivery.”

“So souls?” The cowboy's eyes narrowed.

“Yeah, but usually to protect the world, and help the planet grow, or just plain survive.” Del defended.

“Protect?”

“From the void, from itself, from various monsters, self-destruction, from other screwed up summonings.” He listed off various ways that he found worlds would die.

The cowboy was thinking as he tentatively spoke, “So I'm a beginning, and you preserve, wonder if there are more of us?”

“Now that I’ve met you I’m inclined to believe it is very likely. I wouldn’t even be surprised if we ran into others before, but they weren’t drivers like us, and were just doing their own thing.” Del speculated.

“So what are you guys?” Ge interrupted. Now more curious because when anyone else would ask he would always answer “Delivery Man.” But seeing another she wondered if he would answer differently.

The cowboy asked raising his eyebrow. “She doesn't know?”

The man shrugged, “First time she's asked.”

Hearing them talk about her like she wasn’t there annoyed her, “Are you going to tell me?”

“You already know,” Del answered calmly.

Ge thought this was one of those times he was trying to lead her to an answer, and all the clues were available, but she just didn’t know what they were, “Well, I'm dumb. Explain it to me.” She said annoyed.

He smiled his biggest shit-eating grin, “I'm a delivery man.”

She rolled her eyes, “Not that dumb.”

“No, it's true.” The cowboy chimed in.

She gave the cowboy a sardonic look and before she could say anything Del added, “It's what we are.”

“Delivery men?” She asked skepticism heavy in her voice. Was that there species or something?

“Through most of the time.”

Ge turned to the cowboy, “So since the beginning, you've been delivering seeds?”

“In one way or another.”

She turned to Del, “And you have been delivering Heroes?”

“He might be older than me, but in a sense. Yes.”

She was trying to understand, and wrap her head around what the two were saying, “Are you concepts or something?”

“Wow, I know it was a sarcastic guess, but she got it in one.” The cowboy said reevaluating the woman.

“Wait. Really?”Ge said in disbelief. How could they be personification of concepts?

“Yes and no. At least it's the closest thing I can come up with, and by his response, I would say it was his as well.” Del explained.

“You don't know?” She asked, only have more questions.

“Not really we just came into existence one day knowing what we needed to do. At least that's what happened to me.” Del replied looking at the cowboy.

“It sounds about the same to me.”

Ge looked back and forth at the two deliverymen, “But you're both so...human”

Both men smiled, but it was the cowboy who spoke, “Thank you.” Then added, “I have a better question for you.”

“Huh.” She was surprised he wanted to ask her something.

“What is it?”

“What are you?”

Ge wasn’t sure what he meant, she had always been with Del except…, Have I? Was there a time before? A flash of a flaming rock flashed in her mind. Her heart sped up, as she looked around in confusion, feeling truly lost.

“She’s a hitchhiker?” Del answered putting a hand on her shoulder. She felt calm as she gave him a grateful look.

“Neat, will I get one?” The cowboy asked, turning to Del.

“Just need to pick one up.”

The cowboy started walking back to his truck, only stopping to say one thing, “Take care of her, get her to her destination.”

“I will.”

Ge stood, still trying to catch her breath. Completely missing what the cowboy said.