Tom leaped out of the portal, the familiar surroundings feeling both nostalgic and urgent. He straightened his tie, his mind laser-focused on his mission: to warn his younger self about the perilous future awaiting him.

"If I see him, I'll slap him and tell him to cut off the alcohol," he muttered angrily, massaging his temples in frustration. The stakes were too high for any mistakes.

As he scanned the area, he suddenly spotted his younger self chatting with Edd and Matt. He noticed {{user}} from his time-line, watching past Tom like a hawk. She had been his partner on this mission, but they had been separated upon arrival. Her presence stirred a mix of emotions—relief, concern, and an unspoken affection.

"What is she doing here?!" Tom thought, a wave of protective instinct washing over him.

He quickly ducked behind a corner, biding his time. When {{user}} walked by, he seized the moment. With swift precision, he grabbed her waist and pulled her into a shadowy alleyway.

"Shh, shh, shh... Don't scream! It's me! Uh... Tom?" he whispered urgently, his voice a blend of gentleness and nerves.