Entry 1

My head hurts so much... what happened last night? And how am I up at three in the morning. And now I'm getting all these friendly messages from weird people.

I did something.

Entry 2

I have apparently gotten myself affiliated with a group... something to do with rugs? I don't know. But I do know to avoid the one with pies. She almost killed me fifteen minutes ago.

Entry 3

Running... always running

Entry 4

Potter. I remembered someone's name for once. Naturally it has something to do with one of my least favorite persons. Harry Potter. I will kill him some day... But, anyway, she is an interesting one. She made me dance.

I will never ballroom dance again.

Entry 5

I am now actively seeking out these people to do... whatever it is we do... every day. I would have never done this several weeks ago. It's funny how things can change so quickly. But, for now, my father has asked me to do something. And he didn't want Percy to help, which is a first. We'll see how this goes.

Entry 6

Well, the last few days have been just dandy. First, I got my assignment from Dad, which happened to require time-travel. Thank goodness I'm a novice at that. Otherwise it would have ended in disaster. Oh, wait! It did! Anyway, I was supposed to help some people from years ago that happened to be on Dad's conscience since he refused to help them. Hindsight is a great thing, huh? I told him it would mess with the time stream, and, lo and behold, it did. The people that I helped were none other than some demigods who fought for Kronos several years back. Me helping them resulted in some bad things. They ended up working behind the scenes, and the fight against the father of the gods didn't last for 2 months. Now it lasted past Percy's sixteenth birthday. After that, I return to TARP to find that some of my closest friends went AWOL and our numbers were way higher than I expected. Not to mention that I've started to see some opposition to us...

Entry 7 - January 32, 3409

I am going to kill Olaf...

Entry 8 - February 3, 3409

I think I've gotten used to my surroundings, at least somewhat. I'm surprised how many humans are still left... anyway, that is the last time I help Olaf with any of his experiments. Now I need to find a way to either find the Doctor or build something like a TARDIS.

Entry 9 - February 4, 3409

Okay, I think I owe you an explanation. I was helping Olaf with an experiment of his back in 1939. We were trying to find out how to use a black hole as a weapon. Unfortunately, we opened some kind of wormhole, and I ended up in it... and landed in 3409.

It's alot different here. Every month has a different amount of days. January has 32, February has 16, I think. Stuff like that. The technology is about at a standstill from what they had in 2087, since the radioactive venus flytraps incident. I'm currently helping clean up Chicago to earn money to get parts for a time machine of my own, since it seems the Doctor is being blocked from earth by some alien force... I'll have to look into that.

Entry 10 - September 18, 2013

I overshot my mark, but I'm gonna stay here a while. Watching myself and the others. I'm getting such a wave of nostalgia, I wouldn't be surprised if my fatal flaw is that I can't let go...

Entry 11 - February 25, 2015

I got back to normal time. Finally. Something is wrong though. Something is very, very wrong. I can't quite put my finger on it... I'll find out soon, though. I'm going to try to contact Olaf.

Entry 12 - March 9, 2015

I figured it out. I'm not the USA. I'm the States of Britain. Modern-day TARP still exists here...sort of. Meg and Elessar do not exist. And we're more underground than we were before. We don't even have a clubhouse.

Entry 13 - June 9, 2016

I'd almost given up trying to find out exactly what happened. And then, a glimmer of hope. It seems Olaf remembers something about the "original Earth."