3/20/06, 1:00PM Alastair came rushing back onto the ship; he had the things we asked him to get and... Something else in his arms... Something alive... He went straight to his cabin and locked the door, leaving a trail of blood drops in him wake. 3/20/06, 2:30PM We've moved to dock in a safer, less populated spot. Alastair has not left his cabin but has put the bags he brought on our side of the door for us. My worry is growing... 3/20/06, 5:00PM Alastair finally let me in about an hour ago. There was a tiny Skitty curled up in a mess of blankets on the bed; from what I've been told, he lost a lot of blood and other than that, he looks skinny as hell. It doesn't look like he'll make it- but, then again, the same could be said for me when I was young. We'll see. I don't have high hopes.