Dear Diary, December 30, 1847

Sinjin and I have been very busy these past few weeks. We have been preparing for our up coming trip to India. I have been feeling excessively weak as of late. I

believe I am finally going through the final transformational stage of this vampiric virus. Why now, when we are so close to victory? I try to put on a brave face for my

dear Sinjin, but I fear Sinjin has noticed my frail state. I am also starting to grow fangs (not a good sign at all). Each day that passes brings me one step closer to

death. We are to leave tomorrow morning. We are going to meet the two doctors and their two friends, a Jonathan Harker and a Lord Godalming at the docks. I still

do not understand how Sinjin managed to convince Diana and Mary that it was necessary for me to take a part in his "missionary trip", but they helped me pack

yesterday. Sinjin has also decided against asking his friend to come along. The trip would be too dangerous and frightening for the inexperienced crowd. I am

getting very drowsy. I think I must sleep now.