Dear Diary,

Victory is mine! Well, ours, Skye Craddock, Ms. Redbird's niece, helped go through the Redbird's extensive box collection. But I actually found it! Nearly squinted my eyes out on Fassbender's old school handwriting, not to mention the educational requirements for a gravedigger in the 1800s were less than rigorous and some of his spelling was a little creative. Not to speak poorly of the dead after he did so much to help Baby Robbie and myself, and he worked very hard to support his family. Just, you know, hard to read.

Everything's going my way lately, mine and Robbie's. I saw Reiz again. Yippee! I fed him chicken and he carried me again. He seems to like to do that a lot. Maybe he didn't have a teddy bear when he was little or something. Has the subconscious need to lift stuff. I certainly don't mind, its kinda nice. Besides I don't think he's got a lot of what my sophomore roommate liked to call socialization. All I know is that Reiz is an awesome friend, and not just because he has a tail. Yea Reiz!

In other news the diagrams and stuff look kind of hard. (Boo!) But! I found a pretty flier which had directions to a magic shop. (Insert wiggly fingers here for effect.) So hopefully sometime today if I can talk Pandect into letting me borrow his truck I'll be in business!

Three cheers for safe baby ghosts!

Ta ta for now! (Also hugs and kisses.)