[ 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 .

& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Aurthur had seen these kinds of crowds before, appearing like bad omens throughout history. Their appearance today at his flat distressed him, not only because they almost always exclusively come to witness horrible events, but because today's crowd was also not human. Even under the harsh cast of streetlamps, Aurthur could tell they were not of this world. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; They were, however, also accompanied by human children, all wearing thick collars around their necks. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Aurthur, now rather alarmed, continued to stand stupid on his doorstep, with key still in hand, adrenaline coursing through his every fiber. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' RUN!'' someone screamed from the audience. Aurthur did not hesitate to take the advice. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; By the time Aurthur reached the edge of the ring of visitors, every light on the street to the horizon of the city were suddenly extinguished, leaving him only the grace of the moon. The visitors did not stop him from leaving the vicinity, which only encouraged him to run even faster. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; The temperature dropped violently, knocking the wind from Aurthur's lungs and spearing his skull with fire. The air fell from the sky, choking the neighborhood with an unnatural fog. Doubled over on the ground, Aurthur found he could see nothing through the gloom. He began to crawl, desperately feeling his way, crying uncontrollably at the thought of dying. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; And then there was a light, pulsating and shimmering in the mist, greeted by the unearthly cheers of the visitors and the moaning of great stellar engines thundering through Aurthur's blindness. The ground shook. Aurthur clutched his head, and finally, 
 
 Nothing.
