Folio 214
Night log
Night security service
Night of Saturday 14 to Sunday 15 March
Came on duty. Nothing to report.
Gallery of Ideals: sloshing near Zeus. Checked. Lid on.
Venus: phone light on. She says she is live. Looked around. Nobody.
Plato: screen on. Asked whether he wanted me to switch it off. No reply. Asked again at 01.00. Same.
Roman Room: midnight, now 15 March. Stayed close to Caesar. Nothing to report.
Roman Room: bleating. Checked. Nothing to report, apart from the ewe.
Gallery of the Sacred: sharp crack near the archangel. No insect recovered. No demon either.
Moses: counted the rolls. Twelve. Counted again. Twelve.
Mercury: beckoned me over. Did not turn my back.
Themis: swung her sword at nothing. Nothing broken. She did not see me.
Napoleon: tag beeping. He stayed inside the perimeter. So did I.
Sisyphus: nearly at the top. Did not wait to see what happened next.
Alcove: smell. Restarted the ventilation. The Scribe is watching me.
Room F: the young man said ‘Mum’. I dimmed the lights.
Came off duty. Nothing to report.