[ 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 .

April 11th, 2011 
 
 Famous events throughout history have typically had observers that seemed out of place, and strangely enough, out of time. Reports occasionally surface in some of the less reputable tabloids of people in odd garb waiting outside major political buildings shortly before assassinations and important speeches. 
 
 A report from a Roman soldier shortly before Julius Caesar crossed the Rubicon details the most common of these `` watchers''. This watcher was a woman, very tall, with large eyes and dressed all in black. Dubbed the Lady of the Night by contemporary historians who knew of her existence ( and not many did ), she was believed in ancient times to be a grim omen, sent by the gods to signify the coming of a great tragedy. The Lady of the Night has been present for many of mankind's darkest hours, though as freedom of the press was explored it quickly. fell to various governments to expunge her existence from the public eye. 
 
 I work as a historian of sorts for the US government, and it is my job to research things that are n't allowed to make it into the evening news. My studies take me all over the world, and I've looked into many topics that pertain to the abnormal, from Stonehenge to the possible crash at Roswell 40 years ago. I'm not a high-ranking man, and I do n't have access to classified information. 
 
 Honestly, the true purpose of my work is to ensure that a civilian could never find out why these things happen. Anytime I am successful in my investigation, all the leads I have taken end up dead or destroyed, and the results are typically classified immediately. My bosses say the secrecy is to preserve the illusion of stability and security in a world that, truthfully, is anything but those things. 
 
 I'm writing all of this down because, right now, as I look outside my apartment window, the Lady of the Night is standing outside. Dark-skinned, with dark hair and large, black eyes, she seems to me very shadow-like, a grim omen indeed. Not many notice her as they walk by, too intent on whatever frivolous activity they happen to be in the amidst of or on their way to, but I have heard all the stories, and I am unable to take my eyes off her. Upon realizing that I am staring at her back, she seems confused and then angry, as if I should n't have noticed her. As I write this last sentence, she smiles up at me, and when I look up again she has disappeared, and the ground begins to shake. 
 
 This report was written minutes before a large earthquake impacted Fukishima, Japan. Aaron Jacobs would perish in the disaster, though his notes were recovered once the devastating nuclear meltdown that followed had subsided. Mr. Jacobs' injuries are inconsistent with being crushed by debris, and his face is twisted in what appears to be horror. 

