March 15th.

I apologize for not writing sooner. I was unable to locate the journal. When I tested my anchoring device three days ago, it sent things flying about the workshop. The journal was sitting next to it, and I found it lying under some sheets of scrap metal the other night.

Progress is slow, and it's beginning to get frustrating. Ethan is close to giving up. He says that it is almost impossible to power the machine. The machine itself is mostly complete. Michael insists on making a few more adjustments.

I took a break yesterday and wandered about town. As I passed city hall, I noticed the mayor giving a speech. Apparently, there have been some disappearances around town lately. We shall have to stay vigilant.

Another thing. As I returned form Echo Hills, I swear there was a car following me. It trailed me back to Lonely Souls, where it turned away and disappeared. Perhaps Emily's paranoia is rubbing off on me.