I have arrived in Pannawau after a slight delay, which I record here because it may be of interest to you. Having packed a tuna fish sandwich for the car ride, I decided to stop for lunch at the picnic area of the Colorado Mystery Spot (whose physics, I am pleased to report, remain as ineffable as ever). I hadn’t taken even one bite, however, when I found myself visited by a tiny bird-faced man.
His approach was completely silent. I looked down to unwrap my sandwich, and when I looked up, he was there, standing on the table, his head tilted curiously to one side.
He looked at me.
He looked at my sandwich.
Then back at me again.
I pinched off a corner of the sandwich and he took it eagerly, his tiny hands clutching the offering tight as his beak peck-peck-pecked at the morsel of bread and fish. He bowed slightly when he finished, and then his black avian gaze met mine. Slowly, I sank into that birdy void, and knew the world as he knew it, as the birds knew it, the glory of the air and the updraft, the view from atop the pines. And the owls. Oh dear god the owls…
I blinked, and the tiny man was gone. The sun was setting, and my sandwich had gone stiff and stale in my nerveless hands.
But on to business.
I’ve settled into my room on the Alo reservation, at an establishment that normally caters to skiers. It’s called The Opa Lodge, which for reasons beyond my current comprehension has filled me with a nameless dread. I’ve been made very comfortable, however, and my hosts have been nothing but accommodating. I arrived too late for dinner, but the kitchen whipped me up a sandwich the likes of which I have never tasted. If that’s what they do for an inconveniently late guest, I can only imagine the glories of tomorrow morning’s continental breakfast.
I’m sure the stories of Alo cannibalism are exaggerated.
I have made note of the dossier’s blue folder, and am following protocol accordingly. Though I am operating in Pannawau under my field name of Clint Matthews, I will henceforth sign these entries under my Agency code number only. Further, our only communications on this case will be made via this secured agency intra-web blog, through which I will present the case as I see it, for your perusal only. I look forward to reading your case notes and amusing fishing anecdotes in the comments section.
But now, sir, I believe it’s time for me to turn in for the night. My Mystery Spot experience was quite exhausting, and I’ll be making an early start of it tomorrow.
Agent X-23, signing off.