Van Stockum Syndrome #1

Steve stared in shock out of the Coffee shop window. Across the street he was buying a bunch of flowers. A hand reached out, and gently took hold of his latte before he dropped it.

"Morning Steve." Said the woman now sitting across from him. "I must imagine you're feeling a little queasy right now. Take a deep breath, and then don't look down the alley."

He automatically looked down the alley, to see himself dropping a bag into a bin.

"You're suffering from Van Stockum syndrome. You're traversing a closed timelike curve. That's you out there. At various moments."