"...it! Shit! Shit!" The Traveler shouted as he appeared in Timeline 3. "Note to self: don't try and get a better view of a civilization's sacrificial ceremony... by posing as the sacrifice." The Traveler then rose from the ground, holding his head in his hands. "Ow. Okay, where am I?" he said after downing three ibuprofen's with a few sips of a water bottle he kept in his backpack.

He walked out of the alleyway, looking for the nearest person he could find. "Hey you! Um... you don't happen to speak English do you?" The Traveler asked the stranger. The man turned to him and said something that, to The Traveler, sounded like a bunch of gibberish. "You don't say?" he replied. The Traveler sighed, then rubbed his forehead. "Fuck this headache. And fuck language barriers! Alright, where to now?" The Traveler asked himself out loud, the man who was native to this timeline staring confused at the young Timeskipper.