Iss: SSB05.64-75

Fwd: Containment Sec. L2-07, ent. "Ultimate" Gov. by M.H.

Sub: The Lost Newcomers

What you are about to read are excerpts from a scientific journal that was stolen and written in by the subjects in question. This piece of written clues is our only chance to discover their whereabouts. Your mission is to use these excerpts to locate where the subjects in question are hiding. Everything in italics was what was found in the pages of the journal, while everything in bold was written by the administrative assigned communicators.

The following pages, from what we understand, appear to be written by one singular subject, Newcomer I-68, but we have sent this to someone of your credibility to confirm this. We will inform you when we believe multiple parties began to get involved in the writing practice.

-T.H.

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Dear Journal... That I Found on the Desk Beside the Giant Scary Beam Machine,

Hi! My name is Isabelle, and I am so happy to have found you where I did; you even came with a pencil! :D Well, not exactly a pencil, more like one of those pencils you tap the end of to get more lead and then you have to refill with more lead once you run out. Thank you for that Journal, since I'm pretty sure there are no pencil sharpeners nearby in this big ol' spaceship thing I'm stuck in. Though, I haven't seen any lead either... Oh well, I guess I can look for some tomorrow, since it seems like I'm gonna be here for a good long while.

I should probably start with what happened this morning- or, what I assume was this morning, since I haven't found a clock yet. From what I remember, I was working on organizing all of the gifts our townsfolk have made for our Mayor for his birthday that's coming up in a few days. We haven't seen our Mayor in a long time, but we don't want him to feel like we didn't get anything for his birthday in the chance he does show back up. Everyone in the town misses him, so it's been mostly me keeping their spirits up through fun little gatherings and opening up new shops to take their mind off of it. To be honest, I've been so busy with the gift-wrapping that it took him off my mind for the first time in a while! Isn't that funny? I'm thinking about the gifts, but not who I'm giving the gifts to! I'm so weird sometimes XD

I'm sorry Journal, I ramble a lot. I may or may not have just used up a good chunk of the only lead I have with that whole blob of words. My handwriting is soooooo bad, ugh! Anyway, I must've overworked myself last night, because I woke up in my work clothes. Not only that, I woke up in a different bed. Not only that, I didn't even wake up in my own home!

Point is, I have no idea what is going on.

The pillow and mattress was all well and good, but I was inside this odd tube thing; imagine one of those tanning beds, except instead of getting you that beach-burnt skin ready for a summer festival, it was super duper cold. I was freezing, covered in goosebumps! I remember freaking out, trying to sniff my surroundings. There was no scent whatsoever, nothing familiar except the smell of my dirty clothes. I still have no idea where the laundromat is in this place.

Well, the little tube I was in finally opened up, letting out what looked like dry ice from my bed. I sat up and looked around; the whole place was dark, only lit up in certain spots to reveal other tubes. So many tubes, I could see them go down the walls into the shadows, no end in sight. Funny enough, majority of them were opened, so, if there was someone in those tubes, they were already out, which is good. I was thinking that maybe I was not alone. Only a couple of the tubes were still closed, most of them too far from me to see if anyone was inside them. One tube looked like it was shattered, like someone smashed it open. Or someone got out.

So, with that, I did what my old dear Nana told me and my brother Digby to always do if we got lost: 'Stay still. The only thing you're going to do if you keep on going is get yourself even more lost.' She was so wise. She was an old dog who didn't need to learn any new tricks, as she already mastered them all. I hope I can be that smart one day.

I sat still for a long while in that bed, waiting for something to happen. After waiting and fluffing my pillow, I ducked down to look at the side of my tube; nothing was on it except for the number '68'. Don't know what it means, but I'm apparently number 68 now, which is neat.

Soon, I did finally see someone come by. A little egg-shaped red fellow with big bulging eyes- I didn't hear any footsteps; it was almost as if he was levitating. I got off of my bed and asked the little fellow, "Excuse me, I don't mean to bother, but can you please tell me where I am?" He kept on floating pass me. I mean, I thought it was rude, but maybe he had somewhere he needed to be. So, I followed him.

The corridor was huge, the tubes felt like they never ended. They were all numbered, going down from 68, with some having an 'E' beside their number. We reached a large locked door together, and the little red fellow entered a code on to a padlock- luckily, it was extremely low to the ground, matching his height. The padlock made a 'DILLILLEEE' sound and the door slid open. I walked out to see what looked like a super fancy lobby for an expensive hotel or mansion, including an upper level, a pretty chandelier, and a large functioning fountain in the middle. There were so many doors strung about; this place is big!

I then saw a window above a bench leaning against the wall, and what was on the other side was remarkable. It was mush of neon blues and cotton candy pink and purple, all brushing past each other like comets. It was like looking into the ocean, but with the galaxy and all of its stars in it. Amazing; I've never seen anything like it since I saw the northern lights one Christmas Eve with the Mayor. So, apparently, we are moving. I don't know what this spaceship thing is moving through, or where we are going, but I'm in something that is moving.