[It's House's voice that comes through the tablet, but his accent and tone are markedly different. Rather than the harsh and sneering Jersey boy, there's something softer and he has a far more generic American accent with some vaguely French and Arabic inflections.]

Captain's Log, Stardate 197005.3. I've escaped Sinai and crash-landed on a mysterious snow planet. There are monsters here according to the locals. And lots of dead bodies. I must have been captured when I crashed. I was in a body bag--it was pretty creepy, but cool! Maybe they thought I was dead. The Vulcan resurrection hypo must be doing its work... I'm really old for some reason, though. Could be a disguise.

Trying to get in contact with Mo... with Lieutenant Blythe, but dialing her communicator isn't working. Suspect sub-spatial interference from the sinister General John and his entourage.

Anyway, I found a graveyard outside the nearby chapel--What gods could these people worship? The Prime Directive forbids me from interfering, whatever it is, of course. They basically look like Christians, though, which is kind of boring. No. Delete that last sentence, computer. Their god's a giant cross. That's burning with light. It's probably symbolic of something. I'll have to find the nearest library and study up on their history.

But first I'm doing some rubbings on the graves. The visible inscriptions have faded away, but I have some paper and crayons. I don't know what happened to my charcoal... but this works, too. I'll add to this log once I have more. Over and out!

Evening, Night 281

89: A two-story A-frame house. The first floor has a living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, and two bedrooms. The second floor has a master bedroom, master bathroom, and balcony. The upstairs master bedroom has been mostly cleared of furniture, which is now scattered around the rest of the house. All that remains is the bed. Blood stains the bed and the corner of the room, and "sorry for the mess, but they won't take us this way" has been written on the wall in marker in that same corner. In low light, an adult's and child's shadowy forms stand silently in the corner and watch the movements of anyone in the room at the time. The pressure in this room is high and often causes general discomfort, nosebleeds, nausea, and ear popping; it's worse the closer to the shadow corner one gets. A bloodstained, rusty butcher's knife rests on the ground in the bloody corner, completely unusable at this point and wrapped up in fabric. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, FREYA CRESCENT, GREED, EDWARD ELRIC, BIFF, ANGEL, RHYS, ZELL DINCHT, DAY FIFTY-THREE, TRAVELLING SOUTH" is carved into the wall. Outside is a shallow, covered grave, perhaps three feet deep, in which the skeletons of an adult and child rest.


( Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep )