entry fifty seven: post flood grr.
...I hate these floods. I genuinely hate these floods. I was drunk, and now remember why I don't drink.
We seem to have got some new people. Well, this is becoming interesting, at least.
I'm locking this communicator in a drawer. I don't want to see this thing again if my life depends on it. A pen and paper will do.
[ten minutes later, after he's been by the infirmary for a quick check,]
Where's Doctor Jones? By the Gods, some people disappear as quickly as others come in.
We seem to have got some new people. Well, this is becoming interesting, at least.
I'm locking this communicator in a drawer. I don't want to see this thing again if my life depends on it. A pen and paper will do.
[ten minutes later, after he's been by the infirmary for a quick check,]
Where's Doctor Jones? By the Gods, some people disappear as quickly as others come in.