The others are asleep now, while I keep watch. I doubt anything else will happen tonight. Whatever fool bound a dimensional shambler to attack us didn’t realise the consequences, and when we meet I suppose I should show a little gratitude. When it popped up in our midst this evening, the old familiar outlines of the beast and the shock of its arrival were enough to crack the last flaking remnants of the lie that was Roland McQuansdale. I remember the one I called to kill that buffoon
It's about five o’bloody clock in the buggering morning. Nobody should have to be awake. Mackenzie said I have to write them down, my dreams, if I have them. Good for my nerves, he says. I’ll write it down. GOD what a dream! My heart’s pounding like a drum, I can hear it.
I saw London. I knew it for London, but it wasn’t like any London I ever saw, a stranger in a strange land that should not be strange. The old streets and monuments weren’t right, the shape of the city
Addendum, soon after midnight:
Quite a gloomy evening all told. ‘A heavy ominous presentiment revealed to me, that spirits of death were hovering over my happy fortune’ which I wouldn’t have called so bally happy until all this mischief started up, but now the old days seem positively elated compared to what's going on now. I was getting on quite well with the old Liber – I seem to be getting along faster now, I suppose it’s practice – when the bloody telephone rang and I lost
Funny sort of day. Seem to be having a lot of those lately. Dashed interesting, but I shan’t half be glad when all this is over and a fellow can just potter about instead of worrying about curses and what have you. I’d even face the massed Aunts rather than be mixed up in all this but I don’t think it’s the sort of affair you can walk away from. After what they said about the blue dust it struck me Charlesworth got a damn funny look on his face when he sniffed it, so I asked him about
Another decent day, not a spot of rain and really rather cheerful. Good thing too, since I had to lope over to the Ritz to see Brown and the gang. It sounds like everyone’s been busy these last few days. It was pretty exhausting just listening to them, actually. Luckily the old brain has sharpened up so I gave them what the papers call keen interest and even took a few notes to help me keep track. Hands are a bit shaky at the moment, I suppose it’s shock from that graveyard business,
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