Abigail’s Diary

***Abigail’s Diary*** is a file in *Daymare: 1998*.

***Note:*** The file is encrypted and can be read on Hexacore Biogenetics website by entering the password.

Password: **HB-449**

## Transcript

September 9, 1997

After a long, yet pleasant trip, we finally arrived in Keen Sight. Leaving Boston behind was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, but for Mitch, this is the opportunity of a lifetime. A major government-funded institution like Hexacore Biogenetics was more than enough to persuade us both to pack what little belongings we had and set out for this little piece of heaven nestled deep in mountains of Idaho. I wonder if the elementary school is hiring?

September 28, 1997

I’m still waiting for a response from KS Elementary, but Mitch says not to worry, as it’s only a matter of time. He’s been talking to a lot of people who run his company, and they’ve assured him that I’ll be working as a substitute teacher in no time. I don’t understand how a company like Hexacore can influence a public school, but the whole town seems to be under their thumb in one way or the other. Mitch, at least, appears to be settling into his new job nicely. Oh, well, I guess I’ll have lots of time to decorate the cozy and spacious home his company so generously provides.

October 3, 1997

I haven’t heard anything from the school yet, but it’s given me lots of time to explore every nook and cranny of this quaint, picturesque town. Just recently I found myself downtown and was rather studded by the jarring architecture of the urban district, so metropolitan and overpopulated for a town with a mere 30, 000 residents. I’m not sure if I’m in awe or merely spooked by what I see.

What I am sure of is that, in addition to their strong ties with the company, the people here seem to be very proud of the town’s history, beginning with the Lewis & Clark expedition 190 years ago that paved the way to this hidden mountain paradise until the arrival of its founder, Spencer Crackhorn, in 1863.

I wonder if I’ll ever get used to living somewhere so dramatically different from Boston, though I’m starting to warm to the genuine small town hospitality.

Some street corners of Keen Sight are absolutely charming.

November 13, 1997

A few months have passed since we moved here and I’m finally starting to feel useful. I’m now teaching a primary class and being with adorable children all day has ignited me with new purpose, even though the class size is in a unusual state of flux. All too often groups of children of different age and description suddenly fall ill, then miraculously recover after being treated at one of the many hospitals in town. I hope whatever it is that’s causing this isn’t permanent.

Meanwhile, Mitch is flourishing at his new organization and it appears the health problems the children are experiencing are even more acute in adults.

Some people are cursing the company, blaming some research being conducted at the dam for the mysterious illness, but there’s nothing to support these outrageous claims.

I don’t understand why they’d blame the company; Hexacore is practically worshiped by the townspeople and Government alike for what they’ve accomplished here. In fact, if not for their generosity, this whole place would probably deteriorate into a ghost town overnight. Maybe they just need a boogeyman to blame… even though their energies should be focused instead on finding the cause of the strange epidemic.

December 27, 1997

The company hosted a Christmas dinner and I must admit it was the most spectacular event I have ever enjoyed. The villa where we attended the party was breathtaking, the very essence of Victorian beauty and elegance. I heard it belongs to one of the company executives and from what I was told by the previous owner, a steamboat magnate vanished there without a trace in 1939. Was his name Ullman? Something like that.

To top it off, Mitch got a promotion and everyone in attendance congratulated him like a true celebrity. By January, he may even have his own private office at the dam. If that happens, he won’t have to work downtown anymore and we might be able to get a bigger home, maybe just outside of Keen Sight. Who knows! In any case, it would have been the perfect evening if not for one company executive who relentlessly ogled me with his beady black eyes like a vulture eager to grasp a dove in its talons. I hope to God I never have to see him again.

January 25, 1998

Mitch came home again today in an utterly deplorable state. He’s isn’t physically fatigued, but his handsome features seem worn down by the pressures from work. As soon as I asked him about it, he snapped at me and immediately changed the subject… I wonder why he won’t talk to me about it? I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.

February 1, 1998

I had to leave Keen Sight for a few days because my Mom got sick, but thankfully she’s back to normal now. Mitch wasn’t able to call, but maybe it’s better this way. I had a minute to chat with my cousin Michelle who’s the daughter of my Mom’s sister. She works for the FBI and told me in confidence that the company doesn’t always conduct business lawfully. Apparently, the bureau’s been investigating them for years and the epidemic that’s afflicting Keen Sight is now truly disturbing. I have to warn Mitch as soon as possible!

February 14, 1998

Today, Mitch asked me to go out for dinner and took me to eat at Sakamura. He looked more disheveled than usual…and now I understand why. He knows something about the illegal business the company is conducting and the secret behind the isolation of this small mountain community. Even more shocking, he said our house is bugged and that’s why he wouldn’t talk to me about it. Mitch doesn’t know what to do and he’s so afraid of what the company might do if he leaks information. It won’t just be the end of his professional career… and he can’t go on like this. He begged me to pretend like nothing has changed and to try hard not to arouse suspicion, but I’m afraid myself. I think I should ask Michelle for help.

March 5, 1998

Mitch finally agreed to talk to Michelle and work with the FBI. After their last case ended abruptly, a man died because of experiments involving the company and he couldn’t even ensure that his family was taken care of. On the other hand, what he did ensure was that the company came out clean. We met with Michelle on the outskirts of Keen Sight. She laid it all out, a complex jumble of conspiracies. Although the company and its research are protected by the government, a handful of agents with the bureau are secretly and discreetly building a case. Because Mitch is the only person with access to the top-secret archives of the dam, the evidence he can provide will be instrumental in bringing them to justice.

March 12, 1998

Micth didn’t come home. I waited for him all night, but he didn’t come home. This morning, I talked to one of his colleagues downtown, but nobody knows where he disappeared to. I even tried the dam, but those armed guards stopped me at the gate.

I was about to leave when that beady-eyed freak from the party showed up. He told me that Mitch took a few days off to go hiking in the mountains… Lying bastard! I went to the police after that, but the officer in charge said I couldn’t file a missing person’s report til after 48 hours. I know what happened to him, but I can’t trust anyone enough to do anything about it. This whole town is under their control. But if they think I’m going to stay put and keep my mouth shut, they’re wrong. I already called Michelle, and she’s meeting me here with a group of agents. We’re gonna find Mitch together, even if it means dismantling that Godforsaken dam piece by piece…

(The diary ends here.)

## External links

* http://hexacorebiogenetics.com/intranet/mission-reports-archive/file-08