Captain Carter debriefed me yesterday quite a sturdy fellow not to mention a brave man fighting against Ghouls. I myself have bumped into those beasts in the past and their claws cut deep indeed. The slash on his cheek will take some time to heal, his broken ribs must be painful indeed. He however insisted upon talking me through the incident at the summit and getting my thoughts on what exactly happened up there. I was unable help him however my memory seems to have turned to Swiss cheese. He asked about the other people that were there, I remembered the being that called itself Spiral and Fred Sun, the older woman I did not recognize at all. As an ex-agent of the Empire I can sympathise with the lack of information that I gave Captain Carter. I suspect that I will getting a visit from Control, once an agent of the Empire always an agent.
Upon reading my previous posts I have realised that a certain Lady has become lost to me not just in my memory but physically too. Who is she I wonder and what did she mean to me? She does seem to figure predominately throughout my work and life. And yet I can find no mention of her in my flat back here in Kent, another mystery to solve, I can only hope that she is safe where ever she may be.
