The Maestro gingerly pulled his battered form into the booth in Brunel Hall’s downstairs restaurant. He had not been having a good day. Off in the distance, he could hear the sounds of workmen, hard at work on some big project, from what he could tell. The Maestro pulled out his journal again and tried to make sense of the scribbles. “What the heck is the Raptor and the Horse?” he asked himself as the waiter brought him a coffee. “And where did the mansion disappear to?” He gazed at the tank of fish next to him and began writing, hoping that that would help keep him from falling asleep.
24 July, 188~
Strange things are afoot in New Babbage. At least, for me they are. Last night, I went to bed in a comfy bed, and when I woke up, the building I had been staying in was gone! It wasn’t knocked down, it was just gone. As if it had never been there in the first place. So were the devices I was constructing to reopen the Aether crack. The TARDIS is still trapped in the Void, and if I can keep the aether open, I can retrieve it. I must retrieve it soon. Perhaps I should speak with Miss Falcon again and see if the Portal Generator would be able to target the Void. Mathematically, I know it can be done.
After waking up in an empty lot, I was attacked by a gang of kids. I think I heard them call the leader “String Bean.” I got roughed up pretty bad. They took my money and my Ministry rank pins. Thankfully I had my towel with me; I was able to rip it apart and fashion a couple makeshift bandages. Those Clockhaven Kids will have to deal with me later. If not me, then Gil. I ran into him and he said he’d deal with String Bean. We talked for a bit, and he told me about the hospital and the Temple of Dagon both being destroyed. I don’t understand what for. It seems this town is going crazy!
Speaking of going crazy, the nightmares are continuing. I keep dreaming that my hands are on fire…. except not really fire, in that my hands aren’t hurt. Its not really like a regeneration either. I don’t know what to think anymore. Perhaps a stop by the Asylum will do some good. Gil said it wasn’t safe to sleep, which is why I’m here drinking all this coffee. I don’t know how long I can last though…. so very sleepy….
As the Maestro finished his sentence, he could feel his eyes getting heavy. The coffee wasn’t enough. Maybe just a quick nap, before the dreams caught up with him, would be ok. He put his head down on the table, wincing slightly, and fell asleep.