You are at the mall. You watch the new wave kids in they're vinyl pants and jackets of many pocketless zippers. Whoah! Those cops will never find you here for sure. You spend a hour walking around the mall looking at sexy girls. You feel so free now. You can just get in a car and when you get it going fast enough you can jump time lines! Life is adventure for here on out!
You consider making a base in the future and collecting fresh relics from all sorts of eras. It strikes you as a fantastic idea. It fills you with excitement and purpose, it almost seems like you've thought about it before.
You head out into the parking lot of the mall. A cool breeze blows. You look up at the moon. You hear some sort of a whistle.
"Sorry, kid." That voice?
One little bullet in the back of your skull puts out the lights and one antimatter capsule casually dropped from the hand of a passerby cleans up every trace of the aberrant time-displaced material that used to be your body.
The End.