Enodia Station

Ah, that was the most refreshing sleep I've had in a decade!

I feel awful.

How fares the rest of our fair station?

If you happen to be in Colchester and meet a young man named Fortune Seabrooke, do try to find out how his proposal went with his girlfriend. He seems so beautifully in love.

[ERNEST WATERS MYSTERY CLUB]

Which flowers do you think say "I'm terribly sorry I was snooping in the office of your family's bed and breakfast, but as a member of the local governmental body tasked with keeping the area safe I do feel it is my duty to look through your missing family member's secret journal"?

Either way, Rory and I did make a small impression on the local small business owners, and we come bearing reports.

Their guestbook does not extend beyond 2020, and I was unable to locate an older one. I suppose we don't need to know how often Director Riddle and her wife visit the local romantic getaway, or what the illustrious Cairo Montana was doing there alone, or if Sam Glass is any relation to our own glass, but as that's the information I was able to gather from that particular avenue then I would be remiss if I didn't share it. I even have a few pictures, should you not trust my impeccable judgment on what was worthy of sharing.

Now onto my indecorous crime, I did find a journal of sorts filled with little notes and shorthand. Hard to say what exactly it means without solving the cypher first, but I am happy to recreate the journal pages to the best of my ability for anyone who wants to crack into it. Quite unfortunately, my absorption of information was disrupted by the elder Mrs. Waters, who caught me in the act of snooping, and wouldn't even listen to my very clever excuse that I was just trying to find something to read. I fear this will go on my permanent record.

Our artificial sky appears to be broken and a little bit of a bully. Curious.