Today I was restless. There is still paraffin enough for at least another week before I will have to return to the surface. I’m sure Emerson and his friends are too corked with New Year’s libations to notice I have not come back yet. Somehow, it seems right not to mark the passage of time here. Next time I will, so I can make my trips more regular without having to take long absences from the Gangplank so my sojourns will not be noticed. Without my access to the Gangplank I would need to money to buy the things I need to live here, rather than covering my expenses with making larger orders of the regular things we need at the pub.
I’ve decided to take use the tools I’ve brought before to work on opening a passage that looks interesting. I’ve found a stone wall with a section of brick worked into it, so it must have been closed off later. Maybe it will lead somewhere. I left Father’s clothes and put on my own to work, as his are better than mine. Father. Grandfather. I never knew my father so it is easier to think of Dr. Foehammer as my father. Better than old Moonbeam.
The noise of my work attracted Levi and Morti. Levi said he had a message for me from Thomas, but rather than listen I bid help me with the lever to break the bricks out from the stonework, and to my astonishment he did! Morti gave me no trouble, he must remember how I beat him before, but Leviticus is strong, and has a more violent nature. Soon they were doing the heavy work and I was directing it. We broke down the wall and knocked loose the old mortar so only the old stoneworks remained before tiring ourselves. I said that was enough for the day and that we would bring lanterns and rope to explore tomorrow. I put on my shirt and waistcoat to go back to Dunsany, and they disappeared back the way they had come. It pleased me that Levi forgot to finish delivering Thomas’ message.
Thomas will come to me. I am certain of it.