JOURNAL OF EDGAR MANSFIELD
July 20th 1996
This morning, I entered the lobby fragment. It was a disaster. The module worked fine. It was me, my arrhythmia. I was unconscious for an hour, maybe two.
I managed to return with a test object, a ball. But passing through the window, it vanished like smoke. Time’s running out but… another trip will kill me. What am I to do?
NOT SIGNED UP?