Fred Broll

An early morning flight was always nice. He'd taken many of them since that day he left the university. It always seemed like he was flying towards some kind of destiny. Funny how it turned out to be literally so.

He smiled to himself as he flew down lower, soaring just over the rooftops, making his way towards the museum. He wasn't expecting trouble, but artifacts of the past did interest him. After all, some version of him had been in different eras.

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If anyone wants to notice him, feel free.