[The writing is very faint.]

[Kilian]

So we are both alive again ...

... it's very strange.

[Kilian]

...

They have gone.

We are alone.

[Kilian]

... They may leave soon.

I do not know what that will mean for Jolene. She is ... improved, but she cannot do what she once did for both of us.

Perhaps we can only wait ...

[Kilian]

Jolene is... improving a little. I suppose that is the most that can be expected right now.

She still... has not spoken.

[Kilian]

Jolene...

I do not know what to do for her. Even Rosaline does not know.

[Kilian]

There have been strangers trying to get inside the manor again. I do not know yet if they are the same from before. It is still unacceptable.

Jolene has gone to try and stop them ...

[Kilian]

The game is done.

Jolene has been speaking of the flowers, outside. She says that they are full of color. She has been bringing them up nearly every day, since the spring began.

I wish she would not. There is little point to her doing so...

[Kilian]

The dreams have been slowing, and nearly stopping on their own now. It is ... good, to have relief. They were a poor distraction from my notes.

Rosaline is displeased that we have missed the start of our game. She is still unhappy over previous disruptions... perhaps we will try again later.

[Kilian]

3965, May 31.

How odd, that I would find a page with such a date on it... a reminder of something. This is Grandmother's ...

No, it is ... Mother. Her, and Uncle. How very strange. For their lives to have ended, and then to find a date of their birth.

I wonder if any remember them. Jolene seems to think that they are, but it is she who goes out there, while Rosaline and I remain. A strange find, this is. I am not certain what to think.

[Kilian]

Should it yield but naught in the end... but why would she say such a thing? If I did not fall so far behind in these studies... if so many pages were not taken, then progress would be more evident.

For Grandmother... I cannot stop. Rosaline expects me to continue, and the game is soon. We must hurry ...

[Kilian]

Rosaline is very cross. I suppose I do not blame her. It has been a very long time, and my studies are no closer to finding truth.

Jolene believes it is all better off lost. Very like her to do so. What could she know ...?

[Kilian]

... all these questions lately, about dark magic.

Interesting, but... there is little more to be said. One shouldn't play with what they do not understand.

[Kilian]

These notes... they are not Grandfather's. They should not be here, mixed with his like this. And the order... putting this all back together will still take so long.


There is still much to learn here. I had forgotten much of this. Rosaline must be angry, for my lack of studying. Jolene worries that it may be too much. Their ... struggle grows tiresome, at times.

[Kilian]

When I ask her for more, she refuses to do so. Rosaline says that as my nurse, Jolene should attend my wishes. She has become almost adamant, about the dreamsfoil. If she would have increased the dose, it would have worked.

... I have lost much time, with these interruptions. Perhaps it is over for good. My library... if I can put Grandfather's old notes back together ... there will be a place to start from, again.

It has been so long.

[Kilian]

... A new year. There has been so much work left unfinished. So much time wasted. Foolish dreams, and interrupted games.

And here. Words, words... and more words. Dizzying. No purpose. The book opened, the writing returned. This was when it all started to be wrong. The invasion.

And now ...

Rosaline is cross. It is the dreams. She is unhappy with me for having them. Jolene ... says foolish things. It does not help.

All wrong.

[Kilian]

Why do they not cease ...? There is no purpose. They have no bearing on anything.

Rosaline does not approve of them. She finds them foolish ... so why do they continue?

Useless to consider them.

Perhaps there is a way to stop them ...

[Kilian]

Another.

Clearer ...

I do not understand the purpose of these.

[Kilian]

Was that ...? No, impossible. It was a dream. Another dream, again. Grandmother is dead, as well as the others.

It is strange.

[Kilian]

No, Rosaline, I do not understand it either. You always said that Jolene had no use for Grandfather's notes ... yet she has requested to read through them.

I do not know what she expects to find. All of his theories were ... complicated.

[Kilian]

It is done.