Rift

Given the events of the past few days, I believe I’m caught in some kind of rift in space and time. In the world that I occupy, Dr. Alfieri doesn’t exist. And his intrusion should be considered a profound threat to myself, my research, and perhaps even the fabric of the universe.

In the storehouse is a box of explosives Telders recovered from the old Norwegian research hut while his team was assembling the Array. I have collected them and will begin rigging a trap for Dr. Alfieri and his colleagues. Tomorrow at 18:57:09, if they appear in solid form again, I plan to draw them out onto the ice field… and obliterate them to hell.