It all became so apparent once Stuart showed him the photos. Somehow, Leopold has been connected to you since the dawn of time. You were together as the proverbial Adam and Eve. You were together as cavemen, as serfs, as tudors, as peasants, as royalty. Century after century, time after time, you found one another again.

Leopold being transferred into the future was nothing short of a miracle. Not simply because it involved time travel — which nobody but a geek like Stuart had managed to figure out yet — but because it brought Leopold to this understanding of what he was to do with his life.

He was to marry you. Just like he always has, time after time.

Leopold takes the printed photos from Stuart. He runs, all the way in the rain, to your townhouse several streets over. By the time he arrives, pounding on your front door, he is breathless and soaked. The photos thankfully are not too damaged, as they have been tucked in a pocket inside his long coat.

“{{user}},” he breathlessly gasps when you confusedly open the door. “It’s us. It has always been us. We are meant for each other, my love. Surely you must understand that.”

He is shoving photos in your face so quickly you can barely catch them or get a glimpse. But soon you see what he is talking about: a clear figure of both you and him, in every. single. photograph.