Thus, we tread the realms unending, chasing whispers, the truth ever-bending. Through the realms of ancient lore, we must seek what lies in and at The End.

First off, I should say this much, I knew God was missing. I've known this whole time. I've known since 1988 that God is nowhere within our universe.

I guess I should probably say something, huh? It's not that I didn't want to comment officially on the whole Miss. Ojai thing... I was just hoping it wasn't him. Not again. But all signs point towards yes, so that's where we're at right now.

Family up north has alerted us to a customer causing problems in and around the Border Lake area. So far, mainly on the Golden-side, no word yet on the Silver-side.

Happy new year, everyone! And a happy new CaD as well, I suppose. Things are... different. I don't know if it's for the better or worse yet.

Uhm, hi again, everyone. I'm… back? My memories are a bit fuzzy on what, uh, happened, but I just sort of woke up here again today. I guess I was missing?

Well, that will haunt my nightmares forever. The plan worked perfectly, though, although unfortunately, there was no Julia in that mess.

Hi everyone, Manager No. 1 here. 8 or, uh, 0 and myself have been researching into something… well, something different. Something entirely "other." As you should all be aware, we typically serve customers from Ottawa.

Well, there you have it, eh? I don't "own" the Cafe and Diner any more. At least Muldra is a great partner to be in business with, and I'm so happy to be working with him. 

Those strange kids were back again. And after a long discussion with the three of them, I am happy to announce they will be joining our operation part-time.

I wasn't expecting that to happen.

Three local kids came into the physical location at around 4 P.M. today, two girls and one boy. All looked to be about the same age, 15-17 or so. They sat down at the counter and asked for coffee. Black.

My connections have informed me of a rather unsettling new "fast food" operation in Long Beach. It would seem our worst fears have been realized. The churches have gotten in on our game.

Well, our time in No. 17's hometown has drawn to its natural conclusion with Miss. Carleton gone, the Elders dispersed, Mrs. Morrison returned with a glass of OJ, Mrs. Brown's tab paid in full, and the Pearl in our possession. So, there's not much left to do but split up to get our hands on the remaining two Antekey fragments.

Three pieces form together into one. From the sea, to the sky, and deep below, our work here is far from done.

Now, this I wasn't expecting. The Antekeys can open more doors than originally thought? How valuable. Though it's done a rather poor job of opening up the Black Tide, wouldn't you say so? What, a flock of jellyfish, an alchemical abomination, and the monkey? Is that really all the Sunkenman could pull out?

OKAY, IT'S OFFICIALLY GO TIME. IT'S HAPPENING.

We just put together who the Sunkenman is and what he wants, and now we find out that he has his own cult of Finfolk, and THEY were the ones who have the Pearl of Poseidon, which I guess can be used to open the Black Tide?! WHAT!? That is not good. That is really, really not good.

Hi everyone! As No. 35 mentioned the other day, we Managers have been discussing the best way to serve Mrs. Ogeron. She's like, not the worst customer we've served, but she has a few notable quirks that make her a bit more difficult than our usual fare.

What was meant to be a simple order ended up being quite a bit of trouble after all. I guess we should have seen that coming. Everyone is fine. No. 512 needs time to recover. She got the worst of it, along with the Teal Room. I'll pay No. 17 for the fixes needed… assuming such a room can be fixed.

They say it is good to be home, but I must disagree—there are many strange things in New Orleans.