Footman’s Logg; Oct 3rd, 18XX

I’ve returned to Babbage.  Having escaped the moon-things that came for the book and hid out in the parallel dreamworld city Kadath.  I had converted the mechanicle black mirror into a black gate, wich I had been working on in the study the night they came, and hurredly ducked in, Sadly the device somehow rejected my heart chamber, and so while in the otherworld had to cobble a circulation machine.

Unfortunatly I had no way to activate he gate device while on the other side, the Badger had moved it to the lab in the meantime, so I was effectively stuck.

It was Miss Gizzy who finally activated it, she had found my notes I had scrawled on the margins of the pages left behind, though she didn’t really understand them, and claimed to have turned the machine on to see what it did.

I had been getting inceasingly sick from the lack of an actual heart, and had been atempting to cobble together what I needed to jury rig another black gate, when I was shunted back into the lab.   

An injection of serum and I examined he grounds.  One tank had been smashed and the eels in the other were dead and so we’d been losing much power, the zombies broke out of the holding cell and ha infested the graveyard, wich seemed larger.  And my prototype automotons were wandering around lost with no clear purpose.  

I’ll have to work on cleaning and fixing things in the next week or so it seems, as well as find a replacement heart.