DAMN Tavish! I've been asleep for the better part of three days!

I do feel rested and much better, however. I shouldn't be so hard on the chap; saved my life and all. Still a bit dizzy and weak, but it's wearing off quickly. Had the oddest dream, that Miss Rutledge had ran off with a Spanish grandee or something who was perched in a tree shouting "Kreegah! Bundolo!" as in the Edgar Rice Burroughs novels of my youth.

I remember where I am and how I got here, but the morphine and whatever else I was given has erased a lot of recent memory.

I'll write Miss Rutledge and tell her about the CGC. I'm certain she'll have a laugh over my dream.