The lone time traveler stepped out of his time machine, shivering slightly from the cold, he pulled his jacket higher up his neck and glanced around.

The world, as nearing its rightful end…. But there, sitting down on the edge of a nearby chunk of concrete, was the immortal, looking serene yet very bored but calm and collected…

"I know I’m a bit later than I said I’d be huh…? But hey— still made it didn’t I….?" He said with a chuckle turning to the man gazing at the sky that greeted him.