[ WP ] Time travelling tourists from the future are commonplace at significant historical events . You get home and find time travellers watching you for an unknown reason .

The clock struck eleven, and I glanced over my shoulder. The shuffling boots stop in unison with my own steps. I turned around and glared at them. Across the bridge stood a crowd of eighty, no ninety, so people. Standing silently, they were all readily equipped with pipes, and fancy horn-rimmed spectacles that curled around the edges. All adorned in formal clothes ranging from kahki slacks, to gowns that hoisted up around the hips. Time travelers. 
 
 For some God-forsaken reason, in the future archaic forms of dress kept reappearing every other decade. Who knows why. Perhaps they had run out of other fashions to wear, and they kept recycling old british attire and renaissance gowns. Either way, I continued to hold my glare. 
 
 Yet I was not angry. No, how could one be angry at time-travelers? You saw them everywhere now-adays, if you knew how to look. No, it was the implication that followed them. Something was going to happen. And knowing my life, I knew it was n't going to be something good. The glare was a means of self-defense. To hide my fear. To hide my trembling lips. To hide the fact that I hoped against hope that they could not hear my pounding heart over the howling wind. 
 
 An ominous breeze penetrated my coat and the icy wind made my body shiver. The freezing December air made me visibly shake, and the crowd following me let out a silent giggle. I eyed them viciously until they stuttered into silence. 
 
 `` Weird,'' I thought to myself, `` Ever since the TTIP had been passed people had been acting... malicious.'' I shook my head and kept walking. The Time-Traveling Insurance Progressive allowed nearly anyone to time-travel, even those hardened criminals who had gone through the justice system. but who knew why this particular group had gathered. `` Who knew what kind of satanical humor people were into these days.'' 
 
 It was n't until I turned around and saw the smoke in the air did my nose register the poignant odor. I 180-ed in horror at the crowd behind me. This is what they were here for. I saw a small child, a girl no older than 10, sneak an evil smile at me from behind her mother's hoisted gown. I knew what this was - They knew what this was. That was my house on fire. With this large of a crowd here, it was evident what had happened. They were here to watch the worst day of my life, like some kind of theatrical satire, taking joy in my own wretched misery. Even a child stood before me, glowing with joy at the prospect. 
 
 She reminded me of Anna, my child, probably burned to a crisp in the fire. My loving wife, Regina, how we had struggled so hard to conceive. And how we were now so excited to begin to lovingly raise our daughter. 
 
 No. This could n't be happening. It was all going so well. A Family. Love. The promotion. And here I was. Standing in front of a crowd watching my life go to shambles -- 
 
 `` -- No, I would NOT let them have the satisfaction they came here for. It was apparent that they wanted to watch me suffer, well, I would let them see the clearest expression of misery possible.'' I thought as I put my first foot onto the bridge. I ignored the eager clapping behind me. `` They would n't expect this. Even people from the future do n't always know what's going to happen.'' I straddled the side of the bridge, and the crowd went quiet. I would n't tolerate this cruel fate, I thought, as I jumped into the cascading river below. 
 
 
 HEADLINE TOMORROW; TLDR: 
 
 - NEW YEARS 2144 DROP BALL IN NEW NEW YORK TIMES SQUARE PAGE 1 
 
 - FIRST EVER MAN TO COMMIT SUICIDE FROM TIME-TRAVELER PRESENCE, LEAVES FAMILY TO DESPAIR PAGE 2 
 
 - TOASTER BURNS DOWN HOUSE, WALMART SUED FOR BURNS? PAGE 3
