New York Frankie!

Frankie had arrived in the past a while ago. It was so dirty. Everywhere he went it smelled like garbage and urine.

Disgusting!

Even in the flower shops it smelled. The clerks in these shops always threw Frankie out. he knew it was because of the faces he would make. but he couldn't help it! Everything smelled.
But he had a mission, rotten smell or not, to deliver very important information to very specific individuals to alter the course of time. That's right, Frankie was a Time Cop Agent Enforcement Officer Alpha Class 7.

Every day he would track an individual, whose name was broadcast to him from the future. His communication device was cleverly disguised as a half-eaten dead rat. The "rat" contained the most expensive circuitry know to future-man. Frankie could see the difference between what the circuits looked like, and what normal rat-guts looked like, but everyone else would be fooled.
Every morning the "rat" "told" him the physical characteristics of the person meant to shape the future and what verbal information he was supposed to relay to them.

He would then weave a course through the crowded city of New York to tell them. Most of the time they recoiled from a total stranger running up so close to whisper in their ear, but he knew he got his message accross. He had to. The fate of the future world depended on him.

Most people just thought that he wanted spare change, but he didn't! Sometimes he would get so frustrated with people he would yell at them about being a time cop and having the future depending on him telling secrets to strangers that he heard from his half-dead technology rat. They would usually call the police, but what did it matter?

He knew that no one believed him anyway, and they were too primitive to prove anything.
They didn't know about him growing a beard to blend in with his surroundings. They didn't know that his shopping cart was really his time-machine, but that it was broken and he didn't possess the engineering skills to fix it.

He knew that the only way to get help from the future was to drink gin. More gin than his body would allow most of the time. The juniper berries that flavoured even the cheapest gin would act as a homing beacon in case they ever came looking for him. And he knew they would.

the end