Ended up having that early dinner after all. Had a nice sit-down with Mrs. Pleasant, who was wearing her Sunday best. She's watching her sodium as much as we are, so we had a Salt and Pepper free dinner. She wanted me to leave, so I'll do exactly that. On my way out, I'll make sure to grab her a fresh cup of Juice.

Apart from the universe in which he was once the most important part. A tightly wound mainspring, made mainly to speak for the universe, now he can't make a sound that can't be found—Over and over and over again. A cold and hollow body of what he once was. A body that boils, burns, and churns—Over and over and over again.

It would seem that our systems were recently hacked by an unknown organization calling themselves the "Deep Corp 23." That shouldn't have been possible. Not only is our security pretty good, but it's also not even on a public network. So, whoever this "Deep Corp 23" is… they have some sort of backdoor access.

Dark tomb below the ocean deep, sleeps the beast of hellish creep. Slow his sunken maw will gape, swallowing all who can't escape. 'O the dark 'n mighty God of Sea, hides a piece of the first Antekey. Should it be found in Blackwood's home? Lost ashore in Eldritch foam? It takes the form of precious pearl, deep below where the Black Tides twirl.

What a week. What a week, indeed. I must congratulate No. 6, 17, 35, 44A, and 62 on a well-served order. No. 6 and 17 were able to shut down the secret A23 based below the Hollywood sign taking out Lab A23Z-LAZP 01-13. Unfortunately, per KW's letter, she would have been the only survivor of this horrid affair.

That is a big ass skeleton. Pardon my language. I'm not sure how No. 1 expects me to contain such a beast, though the area around the power station does offer some options.

Strange things about lately, huh? It could be Mercury entering into Pisces, perhaps things have always been this strange, and we haven't been able to comprehend them until now. I mean, I can barely wrap my head around all of this as is. And as strange as it already is, I fear it will only get stranger from here.

He thought Detroit had sealed his Fate, by given name of curs'd 8. With their deaths an omen gone, one bird for another sweet, sweet Jean. He thought it wise a Devil's bargain, which cleaved this new world margin. Seek not here, not there, but elsewhere, where dark clouds brood with deep despair. And in the times of End to come, don't forget where you're from.

I am prone to meticulous note-keeping and journaling. However, seeing as mon amour and my trusted associate have decided to embark on this joint venture with me it only makes sense to have a system of joint note-keeping.