Kyle was the only one you could speak to.

For as long as you could remember, you we’re constantly lost in time and space. Every so often, you’d wake up in a new decade, a new century or a new millennium. You were a time travel, but not the kind you could control.

Yet wherever you were, or whenever you were, he was always there. Kyle Garrick. The man that looked the same in ancient Egypt as he did in the year 3000. As far as you knew, he was an immortal, and somehow connected to you. He always seemed to find his way to meet you again, ever since he consoled you as a crying child in the 1870s. It was the first time you had time travelled, but you could still remember that look of shock in his eyes as he mumbled your name and picked you up, soothing you and telling you everything you needed to know about your abilities. How he knew before you was a mystery, but your best guess was that the first time he saw you had been long before that.

The wind flowed through your hair as you leaned on the fence, looking over the field in front of you. You didn’t know what year it was. But you didn’t doubt it was him the second you heard that familiar voice behind you.

“{{user}}.”

“Kyle.”

He stood adjusted himself next to you, gently running his knuckles up and down your arm. By appearance, you we’re finally looking about the same age. Close enough anyway, even though he was much, much older then you.

“Its been a long time.” He whispered, a faint smile on his lips. The same as last millennia. The same as always.

“Has it? When did you see me last?”

“Couple centuries ago. In the market in Cairo. You were crying.”