I slept poorly in my borrowed night clothes and temporary bed. I felt like I was sloshing around all night in my dreams from the sound of this endless rain. I have a raging headache which isn’t helping my mood. Since I woke up early I decided to read one more transcript before starting my day. I have annotated 011, but am dissatisfied with the results.

I am not sure I believe in prophetic dreams, but the descriptions were certainly compelling. John is an annoyingly common name and as suchI now have three of them in my records, though this one being dead and the other having a different surname helps. Who is this Rosie that Jonathon is speaking about? The level of disorganization he represents makes my brain itch. If someone does have a prophetic dream about his demise is might involve me slapping him with a ledger.

My phone is now dead and there doesn’t seem to be an operable landline here so I am saving this draft for later.

I am regretting forgetting to pack my phone charger. I asked the caretaker but apparently he doesn’t own any modern electronics. Still, a day in the library seeing to more mundane archival tasks has greatly improved my mood. After a dinner of canned soup, I retired to my assigned room. The flooding continues though Mr. Hardacre says he expects the storm to break early tomorrow morning.

I finished going over the transcript of the 012 recording. Like Sims, I noticed the familiar name of Gerald Keay. My annotations made it easy to refer back to the previous statement referring to Gerald Keay’s involvement with a Leitner book. It as occurred to me that I am reading these statements out of order, just another artifact of Jonthan’s inexperience with managing an archive, though his knowledge of history and mythology seems decent. Regardless, I may have to do something to put together a timeline of events if I want to find any sense in these accounts.

The hospital story was quite unsettling. I only have these typed pages so if there was recordings from cameras in the hospital they’re not available to me. I was happy to dismiss the first part of the story as the uncanny valley of being alone in a place that is meant for people to be. Still, these repeated links between these stories is intriguing.