[ WP ] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers .

The worst thing that ever happened to me was winning the lottery two weeks ago. Surprised? So was I. I think i'm finally safe, so i'd like to tell you why it was. 
 
 I was estatic when I saw the numbers on my television match the numbers on my ticket. They always told me it was a fools dream to win, and I was starting to believe it myself. But still, I kept buying them, and in the days leading up to the draw, I would immense myself in a fairy tale with me as the king, and all the riches in the world at my feet. It was finally time for me to live out my dreams. 
 
 First thing first was to tell no one about my winnings. I did n't have many friends and even less family, so it was easy to continue avoiding them. People that knew me thought I was strange, said that something was wrong with me. Which was quite alright with me, I preferred being by myself anyway. I called the lottery office and left a voicemail telling them I wanted my information kept private, and knowing my rights, I'm sure they would oblige. Everything was perfect. Life was perfect. All the money in the world and no one to bother me. 
 
 That is, until they started showing up. At first, it was subtle things; a lexus with tinted windows parked down the street. Always parked down the street. No matter where I went, I would see the same lexus parked down the street of wherever I was. Then it became more obvious. My phone started making strange noises. Almost like a sort of recall sound, like it was recording my voice and transmitting it somewhere else. 
 
 And then it got to a point where I knew they were coming for me. I could n't leave my house without having those men in black coats start following me. I would run and dodge through side alleys, but they would always find me. I ran for an entire day, took a bus, took a taxi, changed taxis, ran through a park. And when I stopped to catch my breathe, there they were. 
 
 They grabbed me and put me inside a van. We drove for, well I do n't know how long. They blindfolded me and handcuffed me, and there were so many left turns and right turns, that I was n't even sure we were in the same city let alone state. 
 
 When I finally came through, the questions began. `` When are you from?'' `` How did you get here?'' `` Where did you come from?'' They demanded information to questions I just did n't know how to answer. They asked me why I picked the lottery numbers that I did, and in hindsight, I probably should n't have told them that the `` Numbers just felt right, like I could see them coming''. 
 
 They told me that they knew everything about me. They knew that I was n't the first to come here. They said I had left clues everywhere to the time I came from. For the life of me, I could n't understand why I was in this situation. 
 
 I mean... I had thought about it before. Getting the right lottery numbers is so astronomically impossible that the only real way to win would be to know the numbers before hand. And the only way to know the numbers before hand was to have seen them come out. And the only way to do that, was to have come from the future where the numbers have already been released. If only someone could invent a time machine, they would instantly be rewarded with unlimited riches. Yes, I have thought about all this before. Many times. 
 
 It came back to me slowly, but piece by piece, it all started to make perfect sense. The reason those numbers had felt like such a sure bet was because I knew those numbers would come out. My memory must be jogged, but i'm sure I must have figured out a way to time travel. Something during the jump must have hazed my memory in some way, but i'm sure of it. Although I ca n't quite recall what my own time was like, I get visions. Small glimpses of a different world, a different life. A life where I was loved, and had friends and family I could talk to. It all makes perfect sense now. The reasons I have no one to call my own in this time, is because this is n't even my time. 
 
 I knew I had to escape this room. These men know everything about me, and they will surely not let me go and torture me until they find out the secret to time travel. No one was in the room with me, and they must not have been in here for a while because I ca n't remember when they left. They must have forgotten to tie my hands well, because it was quite easy to escape. I ran to the door and tried the handle, but it would n't turn. I knew it would n't be this easy. 
 
 I figured my only chance at surviving was to shout and hope someone who was n't those two men in black coats would hear me. I screamed and shouted until my lungs began to give out. I was about to lose hope until a man came to the door and let himself in. I knew he was n't with the other men, because he was n't dressed like them at all. I told him my entire story, and pleaded with him to help me. I knew I could trust him, because he had a face that was very familiar, almost as if I had seen it before. 
 
 `` Of course I will help you, Mr. Ramis. Please follow me, but quickly, those other men may return soon!'' He said to me, and ofcourse I obliged. I was on my way to freedom, I could feel it. We walked for a while, and then we walked a little more. He opened the door to a room that felt very familiar, very much like home. Some more memories started coming back to me, and it was n't much sooner that I realized that this must have been the room I discovered my time travel machine in. 
 
 `` This room will keep you safe from those men, Mr. Ramis. Please do n't hesitate to shout if you need anymore help.'' And with that, the man with the familiar face left. I was safe now, I knew it. I would stay in this room just a little while longer, just long enough to lose the tail of them men who hunt for Time travelers. And then I would leave this place, and go and enjoy all my riches for the rest of my life. I'm safe now, I know that I am.
