Victorious!

Congratulations everyone! You'll all be pleased to know that I am no longer alone here in my little hotel room.

Er, not in that way. Maybe I should start again.

I'll begin with earlier in the week. The weather has been horrid, but still I managed to find some time to trek up to Stoke, to that place you sent me. It's just outside of an old coal mine, called Chatterly Whitfield. It seemed, from the looking around that I did, that there was a museum there at one point too. Dodging the raindrops I was able to get a good feel for the place, which really helped me to prepare for yesterday evening.

I got there just before six o'clock. I wasn't sure what to expect, but you'd obviously all done your job because there were only three Numerologica agents at the place; they turned up about quarter past six. Then, pretty much exactly at half past, two more men turned up in a van with a suspiciously Flynn-shaped person in the back.

Well, I'm not one to toot my own trumpet or anything, but five minutes later we were precisely five agents shorter, and Flynn and I were making tracks into the sunset.

I think he's a little mad, you know. Not at me. At Charlene and Judson, for not telling him he had someone following him. Not that he can really complain, you know, because of how I rescued him and all. With a massive amount of help from you guys, of course!

Anyway, we're still none the wiser about the location of the Lapis Tempestas. Flynn seems to think that the Numerologica know, or at least have some idea. He says they kept talking about "the city", and something about a country which was black... that didn't make any sense at all to me. Somewhere on the equator, maybe?

It's been a very tiring day or so, so I guess that's it for tonight. Maybe we'll have an epiphany about the location of this Lapis Tempestas in the morning. Or, you know, if you guys have any ideas... you know where to send them!