5th January, 2000
I have trudged around the blasted continent until my shoes are almost worn through, but it is no use. Where is the castle of Lord Burroughs? That is the only place where the mystery of the triangular crest can be solved; I feel sure.
15th November, 2002
It is hard to believe that 3 years have flown by since I embarked on my journey; I am not a smidgen closer to finding Burroughs Castle. Meanwhile, I grow older by the day and my health continues to decline. I am certain that Nancy has, by this time, found my journals, and realised my plan to seize Alyssa's heart on her 15th birthday to carry out the Ritual of Engagement.
How Alyssa must have grown in my absence. How I wish to be with her, to be one with her. And yet, I do not have the courage to perform the Ritual. What do I do? If I do nothing, I am no better than her father. This Hamilton, at least, should have a spine!