A group of individuals who have dedicated themselves to the preservation of the space-time continuum. Mostly made up of those who have awakened to a latent ability to spontaeously travel through the space time continuum. Such people are called Temporalists. Unfortuately not all temporalists are benevolent, hence the reason for the Watchers.

It had been many years since Michael Van Lue looked this sharp, so to speak. He was dressed in a tuxedo, flying down the highway on a borrowed crotch rocket. He could see the church that was his destination on the other side of the river, but the traffic had come to a dead stop on the only bridge across the river. "What the hell is the hold up....oh." A tanker truck was about to fall off the bridge into the river, taking with it a sedan, with the doors open, something was hanging by the seat belt out of the passenger door of the sedan. "Is that? Awww hell no!" It was a baby seat...

If as the case may be, one cord becomes too weak to bind, then several cords become necessary to keep our foe at bay. The only way to accomplish this end is to literally undo the work we have done so far...ALL of it. Needless to say this path is fraught with peril and danger, but I see no alternative as this insidious plauge is ravaging our ranks and reducing our numbers, is afflicting even myself. This decision should not be undertaken lightly, for we are literally talking about the creation of possibly an infinite number of alternate realities, existing parallel to each other.