Log 281. I think... it’s summer? Autumn? I can’t tell in this damn town anymore. The calendar doesn’t- the time’s off. No one can answer me either. Ever since he vanished, there’s been no routine to anything in town. Streetlights will turn on at noon one day, and 3AM the next. The stores open and close as they feel like, although, in retrospect that’s how it was before. It’s as if these people relied on the radio just to know if it’s day or night. This place is so, so strange. It’s gotten worse. People aren’t staring any more, at least. Since no one’s talking about me, it’s been quiet.
It’s too quiet now. I got used to the radio.
The station’s been silent ever since the host disappeared. No one’s gone in or out of the building, either. That... dog, fuck, I don’t think that was a dog, but Darnold says it was, went home with the assistant. Tommy. He’s been coming over to the lab a lot, helping out. I think he doesn’t know what to do when he’s not working.
I don’t think I know what to do. I can’t get anyone in this fucking town to talk to me. No one answers my questions. I need to know what happened to him, why it affects these people this way. Darnold was right, heh. You can take the scientist out of the lab, but you can’t take the curiosity out of the scientist.
I think I’m going to do something stupid.
