Day 2
I guess I should explain my calendar. I don't know the days as I explained before, but rather just count the days based on when I sleep and when I wake up. A day for me ranges anywhere from a few minutes to several normal days; I can never tell.
I finally found my first book on the human race. It's a small little thing with pages falling out and the back of it is blank. The author's name is ineligible along with most of the writing which was to my disappointment. Despite the outward appearance of this book, it's from the future; or my future anyway. The year is marked 3001, but that's just about all I can read. I'm not sure if it's the translating that's bad or that this book isn't ready to read, but in any case the only thing I can do is put it down.
There's a section of the library that I've made my home. It already has several large stacks of books I've read or intent on reading. The little one I have on humans is put on the desk in the corner, waiting to be translated. After all, there has to be a translating book in here somewhere so that I can read these without them having to be translated for me by the TARDIS.
Anyway, I'm getting away from the main reason I meant to write in here today. Strange things have been happening, or rather, the things that are supposed to be normal are happening. I heard footsteps outside the library the other day but when I got to the door, it was locked. I know the TARDIS has the power to do that, but it seems as if she didn't; somebody has locked me in here from the outside. I would guess the Doctor, but he doesn't know I'm here yet…he shouldn't know I'm here yet…