The time traveler wandered aimlessly. Without notion of past or future, she traveled, passing through various eras just to kill time.
Time had no grasp on the traveler. One day, the time traveler made a friend. One might call this person an inhabitant of time, one without a grasp of 'necessity'. Still, the traveler was happy.
The time traveler was at an impasse. Her first experience with conflict slowed her judgement, leaving her friend nothing more than an empty shell. "I must find someone in this era to help me nyao..."