The Man Who Lived Sideways
1929. 1945. 1952.
The three years I met the Time Traveler. The three years he saved my life.
Of course, strictly speaking, he doesn't travel in time--in the non-linear sense. He simply lives, lives an eternity. Perhaps I should explain that most humans live their life always going in the same direction, from left to right, from beginning to end. Living out their time in the space of just a hundred years, or less.
Seymour Clemonte is the sole man who doesn't.
(note: this is not a fanfiction. This is all original.)