Watchman's Diary

August 11th

I finally had the chance to see blue skies for the first time in ages, but it did little to lift my spirits. I was reprimanded by the chief for neglecting my duties while I was up on the clock tower.
There's only one thing I still don't understand: the chief seemed to be more concerned about the fact that I was up on the tower rather than I was neglecting my duties. Why was access to the tower prohibited in the first place anyway?

September 5th

I recently talked to the old man who works in the scrap yard out back. His name is Thomas. He's a quiet man and really seems to enjoy chess. He even went so far as to design a special key and lock engraved with chess pieces on them for one of the doors in the disposal yard.

We made plans to play chess tomorrow night. I can't help but wonder how good he is. One thing that's been bothering me about him is the way that he's always scratching himself... Does he have some sort of skin disease or is he just rude?

September 9th

Thomas was a much better player than I had imagined. I used to think of myself as a fairly decent player, but he did a pretty good job of humbling me.

About the only thing I imagine that could match his skills in chess is his appetite. All the guy did was talk about food throughout the entire game. He sounded fairly healthy, but he didn't look quite right...

I wonder if he's okay.

September 12th

I was supposed to play another game of chess with Thomas, but we had to cancel it because he hasn't been feeling to well.

He stopped by to see me, but I told him to go back and rest since he literally looked like the living dead.

He insisted that he was just fine, but I could tell he was really having problems.

Come to think of it, I haven't been feeling to good myself lately...