Mohammed swings open the door, to find... himself?
It's not like he's an exact replica, however. "What are you, some adventurer?" Mohammed thinks. However, he thinks that out loud.
"Yeah, actually. Driven by the flame of determination to complete my quest! You're the Alqarooni from the prime timeline, right?" The clone says.
He could only respond with a "...what?" The faker(?) talks back. “Nice to meetcha, Mohammed! I'm... also Mohammed.
However, me and the other Alqaroonis decided to give each other nicknames to minimize confusion.
My name's Blade, because of this sword I have. I'll call you Prime, since you're from the Prime timeline. Capiche?" The Faker Blade says. Mohammed gets extremely confused.
"Guessin' you need a minute to process all of this. I can wait," Prime says, understanding Mohammed Prime's pure confusion.
3 Minutes Later, Mohammed looks much more understanding of the situation. "Well, now that you're all up to speed, you need to come with me.
You gotta help me convince someone. Someone who's like the old me, before I found my spark which gave me the determination to act in life," Blade says, sighing as he remembers a past self he loathes.
"Let's go now!"