Jack Smythe::Cardiff,UK::Entry 4

I made the mistake of not checking the front door today and the nosy custodian had walked in the apartment which had been slowly filling up with more equipment cabinets and cables.

"Holy cripes, man! I'm sure glad I ain't paying your electric bill.."

"Mr. Jerods.. What can I do for you?"

"I came in 'ere to see what the power company's been poking around your meter for.. An' I see all this, makes sense.. I'd be worried.. All this lights and meters and machines.. Heck, this isn't a bomb is it?"

"No, Mr. Jerods, it's not a bomb.."

"Well, I want none of it.. I'm trying to run a slum here and can't be doing that with you attracting them government kind here.. You got 2 days then me an' Mr. Jakes be tossing you and your nice blue boxes out the windows.. 'Ave a nice day, Smythe.."

Det.Jason Proulx::New York City,New York::Entry 5

When I woke the next morning Miss Amaley Bernhard was still unconscious and her doctors had no idea when she would be up. I had a whole day ahead of me and could no longer maintain my bedside vigil. I called up records and found her next of kin, Amariss Bernhard - her mother in New Hampshire.

"Hello Mrs. Bernhard.."

"Yes, this is she. Can I help you, mister.."

"Detective Proulx, 5th precinct, New York City.. Ma'am, I am at the St.Vincent's Midtown Hospital where your daughter, Amaley, is currently admitted.. She's unconscious at the moment and there's not much more the doctors will tell anyone but next of kin.."

I expected a flurry of why's and how's or something though nothing so far has been typical. "I will be there in a couple of hours, detective. Thank you for notifying me.."

I probably should have awkwardly blurted that her daughter was under investigation and is currently under watch by police but I needed a coffee and ,damn, she hung up on me abruptly..

Amaley Bernhard::location unknown::Entry 5

And there she was before me. A cloaked figure with pale skin and raven black hair as the stories described her to be, but as I looked closer there was something about what she wore that was not typical of 17th century Massachusetts. On her shoulders she wore a black high collar like garment that flourished into mushroom shaped lapels behind her head. A tight leather like hood hugged the hair line across her bangs and down over her ears. The head and shoulder gear was complimented by a rich heavy black robe adorned with Gaelic like vine patterns though upon closer inspection the patterns were far from anything seen on earth.

"Raine?"

"A deviation of my true name but it will suffice for now, child", she responded in an emotionless voice.

"Where am I? Dead?"

"Far from it. I have called you here for a task 400 years in the making. I hope you are prepared.."

Amaley Berhard::location unknown::Entry 4

Raine supposedly lived with my 17th century relatives in secret while the witch trials wore it's concern from the general public and died on some forgotten night in history. The household head, my great,great,great,great grandfather, Melciah Bainyard, ran the mill and several supply stores at the time. He had a large home on a humble piece of farm side that looked into the greater forests of Massachusetts. Melciah was married to Josephine, my great,great,great,great grandmother very shortly. After giving birth to her 2 children and shortly after her daughter, my great,great,great grandmother was cured of fevered illness by Raine, she fell sick and died of an illness even Raine could not cure.

My Mother and her family speculate over the next couple of years history. About a year after Josephine's death Melciah had gathered the household and declared that he and Raine were wed. And despite the grumblings of the suddenness of it all Raine had taken her role as house matron as silently as she supposedly took Melciah's heart. By the time Melciah had started to pursue more governmental roles in town the memory of Josephine was down to an obscure painting that hung in Melciah's den..

Amaley Bernhard::location unknown::Entry 3

Her name was Raine. According to what I could get out of my grandmother she was taken in by my great,great,great,great grandfather when she cured my great,great,great grandmother's deadly sickness back in 17th century Massachusetts. Back in those days especially during the witch trials she would have been targeted by the inquisitors and witch hunters as prime suspect in the corruption of the land. Fortunately, her act of kindness saved herself and my bloodline.

There were other stories about her - most were accidentally passed to me when my mothers sisters would gather at the kitchen table late Saturday nights on occasion and drink and sing and tell ghost stories. Despite being a recluse of the surrounding wilderness Raine was described as an unearthly beauty with raven black hair and pale white skin. She'd be often seen by villagers as a cloaked figure gathering herbs at dawn or dusk and never in between..

Det. Jason Proulx::New York City, New York::Entry 4

I hate hospitals. There's all kinds of dangerous things at a hospital you can't control and yet here they are behind some door or in some bottle. What creeps me out even more so is how everything is on display filed away on floors and rooms like a menagerie of human disparity. All of which made my vigil at Miss Bernhard's bedside out of the ordinary. May be I was just sorry that she had lost 2 people who would be in my place, or perhaps me being the last person she made a connection with before she lost consciousness made me feel responsible temporarily. I'm not sure but now I wait to figure out why..

Det. Jason Proulx::New York City, New York::Entry 3

The interview at Miss Bernhard's wasn't what I was expecting. Don't think I ever remember being the bearer of really bad news but perhaps I should have been prepared. Miss Bernhard had answered our knock at her apartment door. She seemed on edge and babbled something about over sleeping and how she couldn't get a hold of her business partner, Paul Morimoto. At which I opened with the first bomb shell, "I am sorry, Ma'am, but Paul Morimoto was found dead this morning at a soho dance club."

Before she could object I pushed Mr. Morimoto's identification before her. "OMG, Paul..How?"

"Fraid that's still under investigation, Ma'am."

"I see.. I'm his only family here.. His mother passed away last year. His father is somewhere in a Chinese prison camp.."

"We'll need you to come down to the station once we can confirm this. Ma'am, there's unfortunately more to this visit than Mr. Morimoto's regards.."

Bombshell 2.

"Regards? What more can there be? Officer?"

"Ma'am.."

She clutched my right arm unsteady on her feet. At which point Miss Bernhard stared deep into my eyes. I felt a light gnawing pain inside of my head as Miss Bernhard's grip on my arm for stability tightened.. I'm not sure how but it was as if she found in my eyes what I was going to say. "No not Harry.." she sighed and abruptly fell to the floor unconscious..

Det. Jason Proulx::New York City,New York::Entry 2

I've been busy.

Murder 128. Wife confronts husband's adultery over dinner at a local Olive Garden. Wife leaves the dining room and heads for the valet. She summons the couple's vehicle and gets behind the wheel just as husband runs out to stop her. After a short spat of words wife backs up over husband several times in front of several patrons and the valet crew. ME pronounced the husband dead on the scene.

Murder 131. Elderly couple argue about shoveling snow. After neighbors watched the couple exchange heated words the elderly woman abruptly swung the shovel she had in her hand into her husband's face. The elderly man was later pronounced dead in hospital from complications resulting from sustained skull trauma.

Murder 132. Asian male interior designer, age 34, was found dead in the bathroom stall of a popular Soho after hours bar. Wallet found on the body identified him as Paul Morimoto. ME's report state the victim died of affixiation but CSI couldn't find any apparent method of such on the scene. As quoted by the ME "He died as if he couldn't breathe air.." On a further note, as if things weren't strange enough upon hitting up records Amaley Bernhard's name came up on Paul's circle of immediate associates. Think I've held up my visit to Miss Bernhard's too long..

Amaley Bernhard::New York City,New York::Entry 2

OMG. I over slept. Found myself on my living room couch.. TV woke me up. The snow has stopped but the daylight finding its way into my Soho apartment is still pretty dismal. Sorting through mail.. Wait that can't be right. It's Friday? I'm rummaging through my purse for my bus ticket. It says.. No that can't be. I call the office. No answer.. I call mom.. Answering machine.. I call Paul's cell.. Voice mail.. I need more friends. I see the message machine - 14 messages. I press play nervously. The first 5-6 are telemarketers.. The next one is mom - just checking up.. The next one is Paul annoyed. He needs me down at the office, yesterday? The next is Paul again.. He just heard? He's sorry? About what? I call Paul's cell.. Voice mail..

Jack Smythe::Cardiff,UK::Entry 3

Installed last of the 4 chronotic harvesters the council had sent me to the TARDIS's recovery cabinet. Monitoring reported 30% recovery of the time router asssembly. With the input from the harvesters I'm hoping the recovery rate to increase significantly but I'm not expecting to be lifting off for another week.

Romana sent me the last surface scans the council had of the Earth's temporal activity. There definitely was a shift from Cardiff westwards which would explain the decrease of the TARDIS's recovery rate over the past year. In any case it seems the council was right about a new temporal focus forming. And though the council's only concern was the retrieval of the Hand of Infinity my mind is on the "why". Cardiff has always been the Earth's temporal north pole so you can imagine my concern when the shift in temporal activity is on the magnitude of having Santa Claus taking up residence in Naples, Italy..

Which brings me back to the TARDIS. What is a timelord's worth with out his time capsule? My silent companion over the ages had met ill fate hurtling through the continuum with Romana's captors in relentless pursuit. Our harrowing journey had stripped the TARDIS down to the time router. Even then I was forced to use the time router assembly as a weapon against our pursuers which fortunately worked but had reduced my time capsule to ruin. Over the denouement of activity in the months following I salvaged the recovery system which to my surprise and relief was already reconstructing the time router on the background temporal energies it could leech when I found it.

I suppose it is good fortune that the wheels of bureaucracy have decided there was a need to restore the TARDIS. Perhaps when all this movement stops and I do get to the bottom of the temporal pole shift I could use a random trip off Earth. Perhaps this time Romana could be convinced in coming along..

Jack Smythe::Cardiff,UK::Entry 2

Just woke up. Already boxes full of email. Several from my guild mates on Zuluhed regarding my sudden departure. One from Romana who typically stood me up for 5 o'clock tea yesterday.. Uh-oh. The power company wants to investigate the power usage of my apartment in the last few months.. I'll have to forward that to the Brigadier.. Need a tea..

Det. Jason Proulx::New York City,New York::Entry 1

Murder 125. Caucasian, male, age 36. Body was found in bed, naked, in what seemed like a state of shock. No forced entry or struggle in the bedroom. As indicated by his erection, victim was possibly in a sexual act upon death. I probably would have left it as a booty call gone bad had it not been for the circular burn marks on his chest and the several indicators of a person sustaining severe electrocution on the body. Furthermore, the body had been bounded - hands and feet strapped to the 4 posts of his elaborate iron frame bed. CSI uncovered several items used in popular BDSM practices which places the victim as a regular of such deviant habits. Though personally I felt something was strange about this time. His "toys" were found tucked away in the hiding places was one thing. And from the CSI analysis of his paraphernalia he was one who normally does the giving and not the receiving. A vengeful submissive? Speculation. Found a wedding band in the drawers. Further rummaging of his computer and Rolodex and some calls to the department records brought out one name - Amaley Bernhard, recently separated wife of the deceased.. My first stop after filing the reports is to be the bearer of news. Good or bad, remains to be seen..

Jack Smythe::Cardiff,UK::Entry 1

Excerpt from in game chat - World of Warcraft, UK server Zuluhed

[Doktor::67] no I want salve.. SALVE. This bullocks of a tank can't keep aggro off me.. :(
[Prez::GM] By the light of Elune a humble night elf presents herself to you.. Hello Doktor, I have come to discuss a ticket you posted a few months ago if you have some time right now..
[Doktor::67] ticket? wat ticket? oh hold on..
[Doktor::67] sorry guys GM here. gonna hearth good luck.
[Belleofsouth::68] bailing on me again :(
[Doctor::67] hey it's legit.. I'll message you later, cutie.
[Belleofsouth::68] kk. laters.
[Doktor::67] now what ticket are you talking about?
[Prez::GM] one regarding one type 40 time capsule.. It's me Romana, Doctor.
[Doktor::67] ...
[Prez::GM] we're moving operations to the western continent.. we need the time capsule restored.
[Doktor::67] typical.. how long has it been Madame President? oh... 16 months? So now that the council has a need of my TARDIS you decide to stop me in game for a chat? Typical of you bureaucrats..
[Prez::GM] I had a whole society to re-establish if you haven't forgotten..
[Doktor::67] one you had no awareness of had I not found you.. And wat's with this keeping me out of the loop of things, now that we are on the subject..
[Prez::GM] I thought you'd be glad you weren't involved.. You always hated politics..
[Doktor::67] not involved.. fine.. abandoned.. w/e.. you can't tell me you couldn't stop by the box for a tea..
[Prez::GM] oh stop your wallowing.. if you could get that box off the ground we wouldn't be having this chat now would we...which bring us back to my first priority.. the time capsule.. what your status?
[Doktor::67] ...
[Prez::GM] Doctor?
[Doktor::67] I have manage to leech enough energy to restore the base recovery systems.. the recovery systems are presently restoring the router assembly but my resources are limited here. had you picked up on my messages you would have probably heard my requests for chronotic harvesters and maybe we wouldn't be having this chat..
[Prez::GM] fine.. anything else?
[Doktor::67] i need a new sonic screwdriver..
[Prez::GM] fine..
[Doktor::67] and one more thing..
[Prez::GM] ?
[Doktor::67] tea with your lordship..
[Prez::GM] fine..
[Doktor::67] good then.. I'll see you at 5.
[Prez::GM] ...

Amaley Bernhard::New York City,New York::Entry 1

The bus ride from New Hampshire was long and late. The snowstorm that's on the east coast right now had made the travel from my mother's to my home in Soho even bleaker. Have to be officially up soon and play some catch up at the office. Though looking outside it seems even that might possibly put down for another day. I've got some email to go through and briefly saw the brown legal envelope with the divorce papers. (sigh). Maybe I'll settle for a day of recovery. Guess it was silly of me to think I could get a jump start to my life. Mom's on the phone now reaffirming my silliness.. She's asking if I saw the box she left in my purse. What box? Sift through my purse and find one of those jewelry boxes with the oyster opening. Intriguing.. She's pestering me now to open it and so I do. Funky old watch on a chain.. The intricate pattern on the back is of my liking. It's rare Mom ever gets me anything I like. She says it was my grandmother's. She had given it to her when she divorced Dad a decade ago. Tradition? She laughs on the phone. "This is one tradition I hope you never have to continue", she says and abruptly hangs up. Typical and yet strange of her. Back to my life and email. I call Paul and tell him I'm taking a "me" day. He welcomes me home and gives me the "np" of approval I was looking for..