[ 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 .

``... and I... I...'' the old man sighed and closed his eyes for the last time. He never did finish his story of how he met his second wife, but I was actually more interested in how the world had changed in the eighty years he was alive. Perhaps if protocol had not forced me to start the visit by asking for his permission for an interview, which inevitably leads to more questions, which usually leads to a panic attack – as this man had – and wasted more than half an hour of my time. His time. 
 
 Time travel has become more commonplace in my time, but interaction with persons in the past was strictly prohibited for fear of altering the timeline. There was one exception: if a person ’ s life ends in isolation, a time traveler can be granted permission to communicate with the dying. With our advanced medical technology, we could tell when someone will die of natural causes; and with temporal advantage, of unnatural ones. 
 
 I finished writing my notes on my latest visit and pressed the green button on my suit to signal that my visit has concluded. Instead of the usual green light, the yellow light on my suit began to blink. I sighed and sat back down. The yellow light has had lit up a few times in the past: it usually meant there was some delay on the receiving end, most likely an overflow of travelers attempting to return at the same time. While it did give me some more time in the past, I have traveled enough times that the excitement is beginning to wear off. I still enjoy it, but my passion lies with my contact with the dying, a way to speak with the past. Now, I am just stuck in a primitive room with none of the technological niceties of my time. I stared at the analog clock, tick-tocking to the rhythm of my blinking yellow light. 
 
 A few more minutes passed before I noticed that the synchronicity was off… was my suit blinking faster now? 
 
 A few more minutes, and yes. It is blinking twice every second now. I honestly have stopped paying attention to the safety instructions given to my before each time travel, so I do not know what this may mean. 
 
 As I am trying hard to recollect what they told me, I hear footsteps outside. This should not be right: no one should discover this man for some time, as one of the criterion for a visitor like me. My heart beats, as quickly as my yellow light. 
 
 The door opens. A man in curious clothing walks in. It is obvious he is not from this time, nor any time that I know of. 
 
 He speaks: “ Hello. I am from the future. May I speak with you? ” 
 
 “ Oh… what? Me? No, the man is already deceased. ” 
 
 “ You must be mistaken. I am here for you. ” 
 
 “ Wha- ” I glanced down. 
 
 On my suit, a red light blinks steadily. 
 
 ( First story, please handle with care ) 

