From the journal of archaeologist Paul Fitzgerald of the Gabriel expedition, one may begin to understand the events surrounding the Singapore slaughters. His final entry is dated February 18th, 1935.

The culmination of our efforts over the past month has at last reached its climax, though perhaps not as we had hoped. We found the tomb into which the Professor had poured his last energies, but it could not have been undiscovered as we had believed, as there was a girl trapped inside. This was a startling discovery, as the entrance had been sealed and buried as we had predicted, and even the locals could not attest to its whereabouts.

The girl is very young, perhaps in her late teens. She could have been trapped there for a week, considering how pale and thin she appears. It was particularly difficult to tell at first, as she would not be coaxed from the tomb until a few hours hence, well after night has fallen and shortly before I lay down to rest for the evening. I feel the strongest pity for the girl. No matter the blistering temperature outside in the desert, in the room she was trapped, it is as cold as winter in Scotland. Oddly, the smaller antechambers were all warmer, not colder than hers.

To everyone's amazement, she speaks English, or some odd facsimile of it, though she is obviously delirious. She continually repeats the words ''I will kill him,'' whenever asked how she was ever sealed in the tomb. I can't say I quite blame her, I would kill the monster myself if I found who did this to her. What's strangest is that she also tells us she is very thirsty, and yet refuses to take water or even food.

The chambers are unusually well kept for the most part, except for the entrance chamber where the girl was held, where something of a battle must have taken place. The location of the bodies in the crypt is also a matter of note, as some appeared not to be fighting, but rather clamoring to flee, as though they were being sealed in. Queerer still is that others are to be found outside antechamber doors, as though there was something trapped in there with them. Nothing animal was in there, and this was all certainly before the girl's time, as the bodies have since crumbled away to dust.

There is something of a chill in the air now that the girl has come out, I feel it is an omen of good luck, or at least a good night's sleep. Sweat has never been conducive for me, of rest.

I bid thee adieu until tomorrow night, when hopefully I can get a better look at the artifacts we have excavated.

There is nothing to suggest that any of the Gabriel party survived the night, though no bodies were found. A keen observer shall take note that it is precisely 2 days of walking to the nearest port, and from there it would have been another two weeks to arrive in Hong Kong, which is exactly when the story begins.