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Dear Casey, it's hard to believe we've been here at Thornton Rust for almost two weeks now.

This may sound weird, but this crazy mansion is starting to feel like a home to birdie and holiday at least.

Mom's teaching us every day to make sure things seem normal. It takes everything for holiday not to call Brinley home school now.

Yep, Brinley's still here. And birdie? Oh well, birdie is birdie.

Dr. Whittier and Delphine have been showing her how the computerized haunted house tricks work.

So she's been scaring the local kids away.

And me?

Um, I'm trying to enjoy not being on the run, waking up in the same bed every morning, eating real food, tinkering with some of the gadgets at the house.

Dave even started letting us go outside a little bit.

But honestly, something's still off.

Dr. Whittier gave birdie his daughter Adelaide's old room, which seemed nice at first, but it's kind of creepy.

All her stuff is still in there, like from childhood, her clothes, her toys, and all the pictures of her are from when she was around our age.

They may be younger. No photographs of her as an adult, holding holiday as a baby or anything.

Who doesn't keep pictures of their kid growing up or of their grandchildren, and yet the beds here are so comfortable, part of me just wants to ignore my doubts and enjoy it.

But you know me, can't leave things alone.

So I'm looking for answers. I think a good start will be the vital records office at City Hall.

See what I can learn about holiday and Adelaide and Dr. Whittier.

Don't ask me how I'll get access. I'd ask Khaledade to break me in, but she seems so happy here.

I really wish you were here, case. No one knows how to help solve a problem like you do.

Just a second!

Simon, you've got to come see the ridiculously extra Christmas tree Delphine brought in.

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