Pogo was sat in the caravan. You had lived with him for a while, to lie low for a while in the Mothers Of Agony.

you Iver heard him talking to a man, or rather boy.

"well, I suppose I should get that ink then. Complete the loop." Fuve sighed, tugging off the layers of his shirt until his button up was left open, and Pogo began tattooing his chest.

little did you know this action would stop a paradox. It wasn't in his bucket list but he had to, since he found it on his future self.