Captain's Log

Day #47

I've tried my best to record a log the past couple days, but &@=£*/#+* &@ =roken. The recorder can't seem to pick up anything without static getting in the way. But I've got to keep going, right? It's my duty.

Anyway, we've approached Mars' orbit. We're currently circling around the planet and toward Ceres. Assuming we're correct, it should be on the other side of the planet...

We never found Clark. He's gone. No one knows where. During the blackout, he just vanished, without a trace.

I'm scared. No, I'm terrified. I don't know what's happening up here. Are you even hearing these? Do you even know what you sent us to? Everything's on the £&*-@, +*@- $~* >+¥ @%&$*^ can't work out what's going on. None of us do. There were five of us on this mission, and now there's three. We've lost Clark and...

Who was the fifth? There was someone, I know there was someone, she was... they were there. They %@£*_ I know @+&% ¥#!

The fuck is going on...

//Transmission End.