7 May 1837 - Nastasie Dementiev

Oh, woe are we! I may be out of quarantine and have a new lead on the necromancer, but the soon-to-be queen has been arrested and is to be put to death, unknown to Londoners that she is their Queen! She slipped away somehow, or was spirited away, with an illusion of herself left behind. The Major then informed us that she had been captured. My efforts to mentally contact her were fruitless, as someone had blocked her whereabouts. We must find some way to save her!

But to fill in some back events - Dr Cross released me from quarantine two days past. She reasoned that I had not shown any symptoms yet, and therefore would not be a threat to the populace now. I met my friend Rats, who passed on some information concerning the dumping of bodies in a Jewish cemetery, and those bodies being dragged down into a mausoleum there. Certainly sounds promising! Then, more ominously, he also told me that the footman at Lady Wordsworth's had been talking to the police.

I quickly made my way there, and informed the Lady of this. She and the Lieutenant interrogated the footman, but to no avail. Then we discovered that the queen was gone. Too late had we uncovered the mole within the household! And now to the only task that truly matters in the near term - finding a way to rescue the beautiful damsel in distress before they remove her lovely head. If we don't succeed, all of England is doomed, and I fear for my heart as well.