Her friend grabs his other arm as the crowd parts to let them leave. Outside, it's warm for the time of year. They find a wall and sit him down.
“Who am I?” he asks, imploringly.
Robin looks into his eyes as she speaks. “You're the thirty-first of December, Two Thousand. You're the Millennium Eve that never happened.”
“He's what?” exclaims the girl.
Robin sees calm wash across the man's face before she answers.
“He's a forgotten future. Something that was imagined but never happened. I think your friends' new concoction allowed him to get through.”
