Entry #10 - 10.02.5502

We spent the past few days sifting through the Telepods' massive memory files and have finally narrowed-down 101's whereabouts: it seems he was transported across space and time to a place known as Giza, on Earth, around 4,000 B.C.E. We've been trying to narrow the date and geography further by running regressive algorithmic cross-tabs, but have been stymied by sporadic fluctuations in the space/time continuum - "tremors" in the fluid movement of history that have us kinda worried. While we're not yet sure exactly what they mean, we suspect they reflect some significant impact 101's had on the planet's past - we think the little guy may have changed Earth's history, which could be disastrous.

Mar, meanwhile, has settled into the mess hall claiming it as her central domain - appointing herself lord of the kitchen. The rats have responded by nicknaming her "Mess Mother," or "M.M." for short. And while they've been griping about no longer having open access to the refrigerator, they're happy to be relieved of kitchen duties (Mar's made it eminently clear she doesn't intend to share the stove). From my perspective, it's nice to have Mar back and involved in the Den, but I can't say I'm thrilled to be eating her cooking again. I used to think the oily metallic taste that distinguished her meals had something to do with us being aboard a garbage scow (The Disposer) - but the food she cooks here tastes just as bad. I guess that's what you get from a cook with no sense of smell!

On a positive note, it's been more than a week since we've had any troubles from Dr. Hershel. And while this may be good news on the surface, it still has me worried - I'm concerned the mad doctor may be quietly planning something very big, and very bad.

Either that, or he's lying in wait for Mar's cooking to do us in...