“I don’t even know her!”
“You will,” the old man said putting something in Tom’s hand. “Now, she hates injections, but—”
“What?! No!”
He clenched the young man’s fingers closed. “No matter what, you give her this shot!”
“Why?”
“This one little shot will prevent it all! Do you understand?”
“Is she sick?”
“Not for another twenty years. Not until a few years after I met her. Not like it will be for lucky you, getting to meet her when you’re both only teens.”
“They sent you back to help me save the future,” Tom said. “But you’re asking me to change yours.”
He nodded. “I am.”
“Why? You’ll become a paradox.”
“Because, she’s worth it. You’ll know that when you met her.”
“You’ll cease to be.”
“No,” old Tom said. “I’ll just be you. And you’ll be with her. If that isn’t a happily ever after, I don’t know what is.”
Young Tom sighed, then looked at the injector. “And she knows Kung-Fu? I’m gonna die doing this…”
“Here’s a make-up tip for after: She secretly loves baklava.”
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