It was a slow afternoon at Premier Estate Buyer Boca Raton. Greg was reorganizing the display cases when the front door suddenly swung open, and in walked a man wearing a full silver jumpsuit, a blinking visor, and boots that made a soft humming sound as he stepped.

Greg sighed. “Let me guess… Comic-Con is in town?”

The man looked around, puzzled. “What is this ‘Comic-Con’? I am from the year 2894, and I seek to exchange my ancient currency for modern funds.”

Greg rubbed his temples. “Sir, if you’re from the future, why would you need money in 2025?”

The man pulled out a pouch and emptied its contents onto the counter. A pile of glittering gold coins clattered down, each one stamped with the face of a long-dead king.

“I was attempting to time-hop to 1782 to invest early in steam engines,” the man explained. “But my calculations were slightly off, and now I’m here. Unfortunately, my credit chips are useless in this era, so I require cash.”

Greg picked up a coin. “These are real,” he muttered. He had seen a lot of antique currency in his time, but these were pristine. Suspiciously pristine.

The man leaned in. “I have heard that Boca Raton Gold Buyer offers the best prices for precious metals in this time period.”

Greg hesitated. “I mean, yeah, we do. But I gotta ask… if you can time travel, why don’t you just go back and fix your mistake?”

The man sighed. “I tried. But I landed in 1985 and got distracted by an arcade.”

Greg chuckled. “Okay, fair. I can appraise these, but you’ll need some form of ID.”

The man waved a glowing disc in the air. “Does my interdimensional identity tag count?”

Greg squinted. “No.”

Just then, the man’s wrist device started beeping wildly. “Oh no, my temporal anchor is destabilizing!” He frantically scooped up the coins. “I must leave before I accidentally transport us both to medieval France!”

With a flash of blue light, he vanished, leaving behind a faint smell of ozone.

Greg shook his head. “I swear, this job gets weirder every day.”

As he went back to rearranging the display, he noticed something glinting on the counter—a single gold coin, forgotten in the time traveler’s rush.

Greg smirked and tossed it into the safe. Just another normal day at Estate Buyer Boca Raton.