Concerning my absence, my apologies. It seems I have been more diligent than I realized in my attempt to familiarize myself with the layout of this city.

I have also been in the process of monitoring the nature of those creatures the others call crabs. As far as I am concerned, there appears they have no regards to sentience in the slightest, and are just as primitive as any other animal.

However, in the midst of my studies I had found myself suddenly accosted with the most terrible headache. In truth, it had been much more than a mere headache... Blood continued to pour from my eyes and ears, and for good while, I felt as though I were dying.

At first, I thought I had died.

Instead of death, I had merely fallen unconscious. The blood, however, was most definitely real. It has made quite a stain.

One thing is for certain: This is not the doing of those parasites, I fear, but of another that is among us, as I found that a number of those creatures, too, were afflicted. Some I even found screeching in agony. I am surprised to still be alive.

If anyone else experiences the same symptoms, take caution. Especially if consciousness is lost in the most inconvenient location.

What is this talk of a bird being sighted?



My shorm, is that you...? Am I not alone after all?

That must have been the notorious “Big Mommy” I have heard about.

With its apparent, minimal intelligence, I see no reason to fear it; albeit I do find myself growing most curious now. Every living thing has its weak points. I am certain that this is by no means any different.

Architectural structures equivalent to that of Earth’s, indicating that this is, as I recall—Manhattan. Assuming there had been a space-time anomaly, the chances of me having landed (devoid of a ship no less) on Earth’s atmosphere are a billion to one.

Question being, how did I end up in year 2008? It should be possible for me to get in contact with my human comrades (is Tobias still on this planet?), but none of the phones seem to be working correctly.

More importantly what happened to my ship?

In short, we are not amused.