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Monday, November 12, 2012

12 Nov

I don’t know where I am.

Something impacted Hubie very hard, I think it was yesterday. I hit a wall while about to compose an entry and I black out.

When I woke up, I was on the floor of a cold, stone room, and Hubie’s interior was nowhere to be found. My companions are still out cold next to me, and won’t wake up, though they are still alive. They are lying on the floor, much like I was when I awoke.

I still have this journal, miraculously. Whoever – or whatever – moved us didn’t think it was worth taking. All of my scientific tools are gone, however.

I see no exit from this room. It looks almost completely natural, save for odd carvings on the stone walls and floors of this place that hurt my eyes. It is a small room, about three meters on all sides. It looks like a cave, with no visible entrances or exits.

Al-Kitaabi is waking up! Thank god! I will write again after discussing some things with him. I hope this is still working…

[Z. M. Wilmot Note: Goodman failed to include a date in the title. It was added by me.]

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