There was an electronic zap as you were suddenly in Theria’s bakery. A few of his posters fell to the floor under your feet.

“Oh, hey. It’s been a while.”

Theria looked up, mid placing some more croissants into the display case.

He was right; it had been a while since you visited. 12 years to be exact. Theria was immortal, and you were a time traveler. You were the only two in the that could see each other in every era. The only ones who wouldn’t die on each other.