Revisiting History

I was joined by someone from London who was living with both her grandfather and her mother.	The teachers came, and the girl who got shipwrecked.
People who came along: my granddaughter and her teachers.	When I finally visited this man, I was travelling with a female medical student who loved me, regrettably.

Accompanying me were a young Scottish lad who liked arguing and an astrophysicist.	There was a family of three who came with me when I got to see this man, including my future (past?) wife!
When I met this man, a nurse came along who had gotten married to the young lady (possibly pregnant) also with us.	I got distracted this time, but there was that mechanic and his girlfriend who loved me (and whom I...never mind).

Two people with me overheard the man who is pictured here conspiring; granddaughter was very ill!	The young botany student who almost got strangled (by... well...me) came with me this time.
That shopgirl was with me here. (What about her enticed me so? Who knows.)	The poor girl who couldn’t save her father came on this trip.

The lady who came with me when I saw him was a computer programmer.	That young woman who spread her cold, and the stowaway, came along this time.
The woman who came with me was dressed in a ridiculous police uniform when she decided to join me!	The lass who was (atypically) American met him.

This was with the woman that now forgets she knew me. What man’s to blame for that? Me, that’s who.	One of the people who came with me disappeared in a library.
A good friend’s stargazing grandfather was the brave chap who came with.