The gun swung around and struck Greg full in the head, hitting his temple and sending him falling limply to the floor. His head pounded into the waste of the city sewers and then he was gone, unreachable until further notice.

The Watcher’s dreams were not normal dreams. They never had been, even before he became the watcher. Though then it was a different kind of not normal. Where once he stood before a council of goddesses being judged unworthy or worthy, depending on the day he had had, he now dreamt of those killed through intention or not, he dreamt of those yet to die, and he dreamt of those that he was saving. This time he did not dream of people. he dreamt of the council, but it was not the same council. One of the three goddesses, the most beautiful one, was gone. The other two stared at him with a mixture of worry, fear, trepidation... Worry for what happened in the past. Fear of what was happening now. Trepidation for the things to come. They treated him as if he were important, as if he were one of them. A great change considering the last time they stared into his soul it was with disgust and contempt. It was their concern for him that worried him more than anything else that had happened. Even as they faded from his sight they managed to give off a feeling that he was about to die.

A glass of what looked like water, but tasted a little more... medicinal, flew into the face of the Watcher. it was ice cold, waking him from his dream state with ease. He looked up, flicking his now vodka drenched hair out of his face wit ha quick shake of his head. Greg was freezing. He had been stripped down to the bare minimum without completely compromising his dignity. All of his future tech was laying across a table just to the time traveller’s right. He sighed deeply. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t right... This still wasn’t possible.
“Morning, Mr. Murphy, You dont mind if I dispense with your title do you?” A man said, drawing the Watcher’s focus.
“You...” Greg muttered, squinting as a bright light shone into his eyes from behind the man. “...You’re the guy from the sewers...” the memory came instantly to him, as did the pain of that hit. “...I am The Watcher, How did you...”
“Like this-” he said, reaching up to his wrist and pressing the button on Murphey’s time jumper. He vanished.
Fear crept into Greg’s heart for the first time in... well since he woke up in the future that with Sam. Then the man returned with his device. “I just told myself where to be standing, and what to do. Now... what are we going to do with you Mr. Murphy.”
“Watcher.” Greg replied. “And who are you.” he asked. he had to keep the guy talking while he figured out what to do. He couldn’t allow the technology to fall into the wrong hands... in fact he couldn’t allow them to fall into any hands, not before the time they should be built.
The man smiled, and looked around at his colleagues. There were three of them now that Greg looked. Each one dressed in a long coat to hide whatever they carried under them. Their coats looked remarkably similar to his, though without the special tech his had. “I am Richard Ark. My associates are Tim Right, Lex Harrow, Dane Gold and Axen Dafe.” Watcher looked around. Hidden behind the other men stood a young man, the spitting image of the profile he had seen on the Encyclopaedia. “We are among a group that vows to kill the meddler of time. You will be killed by the hand right hand of those that you have murdered.”
“How long have I been out for?” the traveller asked, completely ignoring Richard’s little speache as his eyes returned to the Dick.
“Two days.” one of the other men, Lex, maybe, said, laughing. “Had to drug you to transport you though.”
“Well then... I guess this is it... at least one of you is going to be dead by One Twelve AM... so you can make it less of a body count by releasing me and letting me throw that one person off the building, or you can leave me tied up and I’ll have to kill you all.”