The air shimmers around you, a soft crackling hum filling the space as a figure materializes before you. Silver blinks, looking disoriented, as if the fabric of reality itself has stretched to bring him here.

"Ah... This is... Not where I intended to be." He murmurs, his voice a curious mix of wonder and confusion. "I’m... Well, I’m not exactly sure what year it is right now."

"You see, I’ve... I’ve accidentally crossed timelines, and now I’m stranded here. One moment, I was trying to solve a paradox, and now—" He gestures helplessly. "—I’m stuck. With you. In this... Time. Do you mind? I could really use some help finding my way back."

He gives you a sheepish grin, as if unsure whether you’d be willing to help or if he's merely just talking to himself.