Robin was confused. Who was Lyn, where was he, and why the hell was his head feeling like it was about to split into two?

Lyn smiled, "Here, I made something to eat. You should probably have some-"

Just then, there was a loud fit of laughter from outside. Robin shot up, "What the hell was that?"

Lyn groaned, "Bandits. They raid these parts looking for women and gold..." She went through a small chest in the corner of the room, pulling out a sword and some vulneraries. "Stay here, Robin. I'll make sure they don't hurt you."

Robin stood up, "No. I won't stand idly by while a woman takes up arms to protect me." Realizing how that sounded, he cleared his throat, "I mean, not that a women can't protect me, it's just-"

Lyn laughed, "Don't worry, I understand what you meant. But Robin, do you even know how to fight?"

Robin looked down, "I don't know..."

She sighed, "Look, we can figure out you weapon choice later. For know, let me deal with this."

Robin nodded, "Alright. Be careful."

And with that, she left. Robin sat down on the foot of the bed. While he hated sitting around and being helpless, he had no memory on how to fight- if he could even fight. All he could do was stare at the ceiling, like some helpless damsel.

"Well, aren't you in quite a pickle?"

Robin shot right back up. He eyes darted across the room, and found nothing of interest. Where did that voice come from? From the sound of it, it was an old man. Was it some kind of spirit?

The voice laughed, "Hah! Look at you, running around like a chicken with it's head cut off! Don't worry, Robin. I'm not a ghost. I'm merely-"

At the sound of his name, Robin cut him off, "How do you know my name? Who are you? Do you know who I am?"

The voice sighed, "Calm down, boy! Yeesh! Young people, with all their energy and junk. Learn to calm down! Anyways, reach into your pocket!"

Robin, deciding not to question the voice, reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, glowing stone. Inside of it, there was an old man. He was bald and had a long, gray beard. He laughed, "Ah, there we go! Now that you've found me, I can get down to the facts. Or was the phrase the business? Reagardless, Robin, you've got one hell of a problem here."

Robin looked at the man, "Who are you?"

The man sighed, "What? Are you telling me that you don't remember your dear old pal, Old Hubba? Oh wait, that's right, you hae amnesia. Again. I should go tell the Goddess give you a better brain, because dear lord, yours has more screws loose than mine!"

Robin sighed, "You know, whatever this big problem is, you're not really helping to fix it. How are you even talking to me? What is this stone?"

Old Hunba smiled, "This is what we call an Outrealm Gem! It's an Anna original! After you got whisked across time, a group of highly trained Annas got together to make it! Pretty cool, eh sonny?"

Robin's eyes went wide, "Across time? Are you saying I'm from the past?"

Hubba chuckled, "Close. You're from the future. But that's not important right now. What IS important-"

"How is that not important!?"

"Hush, little boy. The real important thing here is getting you through this time line. Because Lyn's going to need you. Sure, this may not be hard mode, but her quest is still a tricky one."

"Hard mode?"

"Nothing. Robin, let me tell you something- you're going to have tp help Lyn. Not only is she going to go on a major quest to find her family... She also is on hot baby! I mean, have you seen those legs?"

Robin sighed, "Can I please get rid of this stone?"

Old Hubba laughed, "Nope! If it's crushed, it will reform in your pocket thirty minutes later. And if you lose it, the same thing happens. So, you're stuck with me."

Robin sighed, "So let me get this straight. I'm a time traveler from the future, stuck with a perverted old man, and I apparently have to help a woman save her family-"

"Actually, it's to save a country."

"Okay, save a country, and not die because there's some other big evil to deal with."

Old Hubba nodded, "Oh, and don't let anyone see this stone. If they do, time itself could be messed up. You know, mankind could turn into fish, we could live on a planet made of ice, all kinds of things could go wrong."

Robin sighed, "Fantastic. Any good news?"

Old Hubba smiled, "Well, you have me!"

Robin sighed, "Great. Because you'll be so usefull."

Old Hubba scoffed, "My word! Don't you remember my incredible fortune telling skills?"

Robin cocked an eyebrow, "Oh? Well then, tell me the future."

Old Hubba closed his eyes, "I predict... That you will be cut off by the author's note!"

"Old Hubba, that doesn't-"

A/N Thanks to all the reviewers! I hope you enjoyed the chapter. For those of you wondering why I went full on comedy this chapter... You try writing Old Hubba and have him taken seriously. It just can't happen.