I’ve returned to the surface to visit my childhood home. It feels like nothing has changed here, like I’ve only been away for a few days. Marge greeted me with a big bear hug and took my bags to my room. Father was out, but returned shortly. He grunted a few questions at me, and shook my hand. It was all very proper, but I hope he is pleased to see his only son in good health.

Unfortunately, Mother was away when I returned, jet setting to Istanbul or some other place. I hope she will return before I leave again, or I will have to rely on Father to tell her I am in good health. Marge made quite a feast for the two of us, apparently she missed having more than one person to cook for! I’m so stuffed I can barely keep my eyes awake.

Things are not entirely comfortable, but I am glad to be home. The Cavern is so empty, I sometimes realise I’ve been talking to myself for hours. I sometimes imagine I can still hear the engineers, chipping away at rock with pickaxes.

Perhaps I’ll bring some music down to my quarters in the Cavern. Then at least I can talk with Mr. Miles and Mr. Coltrane.