Disclaimer: I have a cat and a room full of books. Almost everything else belongs to someone else. Recognisable characters, TV shows, movies, etc belong to their creators (in some cases otherwise known as god), producers, directors, etc.
Of the Future...
4...
A figure pulled Jack into an alley.
"Have you ever thought about visiting Australia? What about Greece?" The kid asked, leaning against the alley wall, "Greece is usually pretty nice this time year."
Jack straightened his coat and looked the kid over. "Who the hell are you? And what the hell do you want?"
The kid sighed exaggeratedly. "In the future, you send me to stop three different versions of yourself from running into each other," He checked his watch, taking a step back toward the street," And cause' your memory is almost as bad as your dress sense, I've only got half an hour to get across the city."
Jack caught the kid's arm. "You still haven't told me your name."
"The wrong word in the wrong place Jack. Besides," He pulled free of Jack's grasp and grinned, "You hate spoilers."
Finis...
'The best way to solve problems is not to create them.'
- P. K. Shaw.