From the Desk of Director Sarah Martinez, Entry 17
November 22, 2101
Bones killed herself last night. Used the sheets for the beds I made them put in there.
She… scribbled things on the walls with bits of stone. Dozens, hundreds, of circles. They sent me a picture. The top left one is damn near perfect, but as they go on, the shape distends into an oval, then stretches and twists into various shapes until the last one.
That last one looks a lot like a Mobius strip. It’s also the only 3D sketch there.
And that’s it. There’s some chicken scratch that may be some sort of shorthand, but if it’s a language, I can’t read it.
Connie might be able to… but yeah.
What a bookend to a fucked up month. Oh Jesus. There’s still another week lef—
Well that’s interesting. Just received a ping from R&D.
They say they have something for me, so off I go.
God knows, I need a distraction.
Seems like I always need a distraction nowadays…
Until next time,
Sayre
