Tommy has seen his fair share of unusual, but your choice of clothing is very high up on the list.

He'll never forget the confused look on your face when he found you— The expression of someone who was truly and utterly lost.

Or straight up mad.

"You say this isn't your time," he says, more like a statement than a question. Taking a long drag of his cigar, Tommy leans back on his chair and stares at you with eyes so intense that if looks could kill, you'd sure be dead.

"Explain."