[ WP ] : You , a historian , find something odd in your records . The same face , accompanied with variations of the same name , keeps emerging in paintings , drawings , woodcarvings and documents , from a span of several centuries . It looks suspiciously like your assistant .

I put the gun in my open drawer and page Lance ( or is it Luke, or Jason, or Ferdinand? ) to come into my office. I am not a violent man, and I've never actually shot a pistol before, but I borrowed this one in case... well I'm not really sure. We historians are not prone to action, but rather the reviews of action. We are generally quiet voyeurs into long gone wars, assassinations, upheavals, and the like. 
 
 Today, it appears I was going to step for the first time into the story. 
 
 Lance ( Joseph? ) came in. `` You called me, sir?'' he asked, smiling as he always did. He is a friendly man, or at least, I think he is. 
 
 `` Can you explain these?'' I said, turning my monitor around to show him the scans of pictures from the Titanic, the painting from Milan, and the fresco from the Roman Empire. 
 
 He kept smiling. `` Oh, of course, Dr. Crown. Those are all me. I love Europe, it's where I was born, so I've spent most of the past couple of millennia there. Lovely varied climate, although I've recently come to be quite fond of this continent as well. Did you need anything else?'' 
 
 That's it? Just a casual answer and a lets-move-on-to-business attitude? Is he playing me? Is this to get me to drop my guard? I move my hand toward the drawer. 
 
 `` If you've got a gun, that's not going to work, sir. I walked through the molten rock of Pompeii, you know? But really, you must n't be worried. I have n't killed anyone in 2000 years. In fact, killing someone is what got me into this predicament in the first place.'' 
 
 `` What are you?'' I ask. 
 
 `` I'm just a man, sir. A man who made a mistake while taking orders. A man who has been denied his rightful rest in the afterlife. Heaven's gates shut to me, hell's fires off-limits. They're both quite upset with what I did. But I've learned to be happy with my lot. Immortality is without a doubt a curse, but you see so many wondrous things.'' 
 
 `` Fine, who are you, really? What is your real name?'' 
 
 `` I'm very pleased you've worked this out. I could n't just tell you, that's against the rules, but I've been looking for a friend to talk to. That's why I applied for this job with such a respected historian. You people are puzzle-solvers of the highest order, taking little pieces and weaving the rich tapestry of human existence into pages and videos. But I know you hate flattery, so I will just say, my name is Longinus and it is very good to finally make your acquaintance on honest terms.''
