[ 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 .

I can hear the sound of chattering before I even got down the hall. I try to ignore it. `` It's probably coming from 21H,'' I tell myself. Sad Tourists were always coming and going from there. It got to the point where the poor Latvian immigrants living there moved away. But when I pass by their old apartment door, there was silence. I shake my head vigorously, my hair whipping the walls with pool water. But there's no water in my ear. I was hearing right. 
 I finally stop before my door. I'm not imagining it. 
 
 `` This was my room... Yes, quite small... And look! My old cat and- DO N'T TOUCH HIM! Johan, how many times have I told you, you ca n't touch the animals! 
 
 `` Well, moving on...'' The voice drowns out as she opens a door and footsteps shuffled after her. I try the handle. It is unlocked, and the door opens quietly. I step in. 
 
 They were right- the Tourists are very careful about touching and altering items of the past. Well, except for Johan. Nothing is out of place, not a single speck. I slink into my house, feeling like a stranger in my own home. 
 
 No one in the living room, or the kitchen. They must have been there before, when I was eavesdropping. I make my way to my room, and sure enough, I hear them. 
 
 `` See? The room barely fits the seven of us. But this where I-'' 
 
 `` Commander?'' 
 
 `` Yes, Johan?'' 
 
 `` Is that...?'' The voice trails off. I take a step forward, straining to hear. 
 
 ``... Yes, it is. If you want to see it closer, put on your gloves first-'' answers another voice. Shuffling and the noises of fabric stretching commence. 
 
 `` See this? This is what started it all.'' The first voice resumes. My door is open a crack, so I take another tentative step. I can see a sliver of the scene. Just enough to see someone pick up one of my Space Camp trophies. 
 
 `` This is where Commander Anna -'' I ca n't hear the rest of it because my knees buckle under me. The monologue stops suddenly. 
 
 There was a pregnant pause, as if the group were silently debating on who should speak next. 
 
 `` Ladies... Gentlemen... And others... You are in for a treat.'' Said the second voice. 
 
 They're waiting for me. 
 
 I take second to gather myself. I stand on shaking legs and push the door open. 
 
 In front of me is a group of them. They're grinning, and half of them are tearing up. In the front stand two. One is thin, with white hair and dark wrinkling skin. And the other is tall, with a starch white uniform adorned by millions of medals. All of them bow, except for this one, who just smiles. 
 
 `` M-Me?'' I splutter stupidly. 
 
 `` You,'' someone says. 
 
 The uniformed one- me- takes a step forward and claps me on the shoulder. 
 
 `` Chin up, soldier. It gets better. So much better. Especially up there.'' She points upward, and at first I think she's talking about the ceiling, but it hits me- she means out there, in space. 

