*April 28 - Arrived*
"I don't mean to say that I don't generally trust them all, but something is off about the ones I've met so far. Hans and that girl, God I can't remember her name- they spoke as if they were finite. I didn't dig any deeper, if they were due to leave soon I didn't want to be involved.

Hanna, I think she's the one sane person I've seen. I would love to take photos of the sea with her, finding something who shares a love of revealing the unknown is refreshing. I have to see about getting a hold of one of those Underwater cameras. Hanna is quite interesting, an anomaly. She reminds me of, God what was it, a selkie? No, that's not quite right those were the ones with seel skins..

Rolf acts as though there's something he doesn't want known, he acts to polished with cracks in his behavior where everything drops. I'm convinced he's an anomaly, it doesn't concern me that much. There's no point in getting upset over something like that, this is The Foundation after all, things aren't due to settle anytime soon.

*April 29 - Tennyson's Lament*
No, I won't be leaving my dawned room. I'm due for no meetings, or missions today. So, why would I? No I can't be depressed, I know the symptoms and they don't match me. I'm just tired, I'll be back on my feet tomorrow. I'll be OK. Until then though, I'm going to read. Rolf and Hanna won't be knocking on my door today. I should be able to get some sleep, maybe I'll be awake tonight to play that piano in the Commons.

*Date Unknown - Title Unknown*
Let and lay to Rest your head in silence dusk, and dawn. Call out to melodies spun from the golden straw. Let go of tears and painted walls we tore down then, master of Mind, your journey now has yet to end.

Restore the fractures of the past and set it right, stitch up the broken take your candle to the night. From the damned, the cursed and broken, the sickened and the new- lay rest to your tired eyes, spin the day of new.

Master of Mind you let your sins drive on your life. Master of Mind who left his stranded in the night, You dance in hypocrisy and wear the porcelain mask- Master of Mind your broken heart was that of glass.

*May 1 - Silver*
Cautious as I may be, I must admit to feeling oddly comfortable around Rolf. No, not that kind of comfortable I can see you reading this Rolf Not that it matters, although I'm convinced you're as straight as a ball of twine. Aside from that, the day has been fine. There was a girl I met earlier but she was, forgettable. As was the doctor I met last night, although I remember his personality and actions his name escapes me.

*May 1 - Tarnish Can Be Fixed*
Don't let us fail, Don't fall apart, I see you crashing in the dark. You bled from them, You broke apart, you left you soul in the frozen Dark.

I can't explain the way your misery affects me, It's guilt and sorrow and laughter and bittersweet lament. I cannot fail again, I cannot lose again.

Vague and Vogel, set in stone. God you've fallen far from home.

The Writing is Sloppy, and Smeared on the Page Rendering it Mostly Illegible

Where the hell is God.

*May 7 - Love, lies, and Liquor*
At the very least, no one blew their foot off in a drunken stupor last night. It does nothing to make up for the events which ended the night, but it is a light.

Why did Charles care so much about whether or not I loved Rolf? God's be damned if they saw me write that… I can pass it off as a drunken incident. If anyone asks, I simply couldn't hold my drink as well as I said I could. Any explanation is better than the truth. Maybe Charles won't remember.

I hope he forgets it all

What a damned man I am. What would Wendell say if she saw me in this state? She'd go mad the poor woman, I promised her and I'm spitting on her grave with this.

The Following is Written in Danish

[Why me, how did I earn this curse? I did nothing, I did what I was told and followed every tenement when I was a boy. So why, Why am I damned this way.]

*Date Unknown - Forgiveness*
The Following is an old Medical Chart. The Name has been scratched out

General Admission Form A
Patient: ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾
DOB: 21 August, 1929
DOA: 17 July, 1950

Initial Observations: Patient displays severe symptoms of shell shock following mothers reported death. Subject refused verbal communication for 48 hours after admission.

Notes: Child continues to report his mother's death as murder. The evidence shows in favor of an accidently discharge during a target practice, but I cannot be sure. Shiloh simply won't budge. Dr. Kevøstin has recommended tranquillizers and time away from the source of this madness but something isn't right. Will continue the diagnosis in the later afternoon.

Diagnosis: The mad imaginings of a scared child, Shiloh will be returned to his father's care at the end of the day.

God's, How did I miss it. He told me, he told me the truth and I couldn't see it. I let that man take away that boy and tormented him. His suffering is my fault.

*A short collection of songs*
Dear Elskede, Could you hear me? I'm here to sing a song. You light my heart on fire than you torture me alone. That smile could blind a million, those eyes could see just why. My secrets lie in silence, in view of those prying eyes. You speak solely of regret, how comedic and obsurd. I'd sooner face the reaper than to let you walk alone.

It varies when you feel, a husk you play pretend. You speak of numbness but when I play- those piercing eyes shine again. A void you cry incurable, I've been know to preform miracles. If love cannot cure these wounds than its a good thing I have the cure. Laugh at Artists, Oh what a critic- How's this serenade for you Elskede?

I need to remember to write something about my confession...

*Mission Report - 13 May, 1958*
Mission Report- Codename: Emergence

Author: Ryans, Tennyson

Date: 14 May, 1958

Overview: Mission occurred on 13-14 May, 1958. Agents arrived at destination approximately 9:38pm, Mission concluded successfully at 2:46am. No agent casualties.

Civilian Casualties: 3 confirmed
* Ryans, Tennyson confirmed responsible for liquidation of infected civilian, Disciplinary decision pending

Specimen Obtained: 3 confirmed
* One (1) Infected civilian
* One (1) Cult member
* One (1) Space affecting Anomaly

Agents arrived in designated Location approx. 9:40pm. [Proceeded to] split into two groups- One Intel, one Recon. Promptly regrouped upon recognition of hostage situation and entered via front entrance. Agents were detected by hostiles, immediately engaged. Hostiles liquidated, save 3 contained for study. Explosives unable to be recovered. Studies to be conducted on subjects at later date.

*May 14 - Mercy*
The Majority of the Page is Smeared with a Black Substance, Rendering it Unintelligible. There are Black Fingerprints on the Corners

*May 17 - Title Unknown*
Weren't there originally 3? Am I going mad? I'll have to ask around. Someone should know.

*May 18 - Transcript*
Brown: "The only indication is their connection to other phenomenon. These anomalous events have variously referred to them as pattern screamers."

Birthmark: "I've heard of those. They're an obscure research subject, aren't they? The triage of specialties for research are quite rare, part antimeme, part keter, part dimensional"

Brown: "Yes! There's no one studying the phenomenon, for all its implications of power and capability for destruction!"

Birthmark: Birthmark nods. "That's kind of intimidating, right? This thing could kill us, and we'd be totally unprepared… we might not even realize what's happening…"

Brown: "Right, and since there's so little to go off of, we have to look for patterns"

This is when I Forgot. Everything was cold, but I'd been writing the conversation down. I will not forget.

*May 21 - Water*
They were all dead. I don't know what to do. I can still see them.

*May 29 - Bloodied*
Maybe I'm just not cut out for this. I'm not… These scars are forever. I can still taste the blood on my tounge. I'm not made for this. I can't. I can't continue this.

I'm a doctor. These missions are killing me. No, I can't continue. I can't do this anymore. No, no I can't do something that gets me killed.

There are splotches of blood on the page.