The Observer was well hidden. There were decadent moans, followed by a flash of light—and another key moment of the past was witnessed. Four moving on, two remaining!

Robin and Marion.

Moving closer, he saw they had eyes only for each other.

They kissed; their mouths hungry and urgent, their passion intense, their primaeval love a wonder.

He understood now. The bond they were forming tonight would be vital for the future; the timeline finally in sync.

Time to move on, he thought. But… I’ll be back!

Observer impact? Harmless. Well—mostly harmless…

Next destination: Connecticut, 1889.

He phased.