Where is Everybody? Twenty eight.

Twenty first of June. What a night!

Yesterday was dull, yet shortly after I put this here package away, Will decided to show me something unusual, yet so in character for him. He wants to win my favor, yet he's doing a bang up job with it!

He took me downstairs to the den where the Hadleys were resting not so comfortably on the sofa. Monica was in a position I hadn't seen him in before. He was on his back rather than his chest, and Sherman was rubbing his belly. There was an ice pack on his lower abdomen, indicating he had hurt himself.

Will cracked a smile as if this amused him. I only shot him a nasty glare which made him flinch. After a snort, I demanded to know what had happened. He broke down and confessed he had not listened to an order and accidentally knocked the former cop against the railing of the stairwell.

I believed him when he said he wouldn't listen, and that Hadley wanted them all in shape. Fruitless as the search for that mare and that man in the fish's body were, I really needed something like this to ease my worries. This is really going to make the lot of us closer, yes, sir.

Today, was more the same. another N-O day. Monica wasn't rubbing himself, nor was anyone else massaging him anywhere, let alone his lower region.

I told Will and Anthony I had the same dream, oddly enough, and think it may be just a dream, but may be real, and a vision.

Willie verbally told us he envies us both and wishes he had our thaumic sensors and dreaming capabilities. I reassured him he just might have the latter, wait and see.

--Alex Chance Torrez.

Yesterday was a bore. Nothing happened like the day before. Nothing hilarious. Alex told me about a dream which I then shared with Val.

He has been having a field day with Samantha, Vinnie and Pickering, and even some with Angela. Angela has been less talkative than her usual self, very uncharacteristic.

But she often laughs when Val De Lump does one of his things. When he thinks about something, like, say a certain physical form, intended or not, namely, one he has had, parts of him take it. I walked into the kitchen and found the two of them together having toast when he used a hand-- a real honest to god hand to lift the (stale) bread and bite off a piece. She smiled and glared at it in wonderment and merit.

I asked him and he confirmed his right arm changes shape when he thinks about it and the form it originally was. He still hasn't taken on his original shape or the dwarf one at all. He told me it just doesn't happen when he tries it. He has only ever intentionally thought about it, never subconsciously like his hand.

This new ability may be something the rest can have. Unlikely considering the obvious situation where all of us have to have thought about it once or twice, if not countless times. It seems to be a power only he has.

The reptile, eagle lion, and bitches, both of them, have been out and about looking for people, but they haven't been anywhere to be seen.

I suspect our human friends have been watching us from a distance, and I think that bracelet may have something to do with it. It may reduce thaumen saturation or absorption, or it could even be a tracking device. They no doubt know our house.

I'm not afraid. They haven't shown any malevolent intent, only slight mistrust. That cake would have been poisoned otherwise.

I think I'll ask bat winged lizard girl Vinnie about. She's a real lady. She'll certainly say yes, or politely decline. She will almost certainly not blow me off. Her mannerisms remind me of Eloise. She's speaks so elegantly, precise, uses little slang, and almost never gets mad or impatient. And she always puts out where it counts. Always offers a drink, or whatever she can give.

Tomorrow, I'll have my answer.

Willie Maket.