It's hard to believe all of the struggles this crew has been through. We look as fresh as the morning dew and as cheery as a newborn foal.

We're a full team of 300 again, plus some change. We've all restocked on everything needed; we even got a new train to pull along!

It's called the Patientia, old Equish for "Endurance." Boy does she live up to her name. She's lightweight, sleek, shiny, and looks like she can take more than her fair share of hits. Rook definitely seems to like her.

The crew's morale is quite high, and we're all eating full meals. We even successfully bridged our way over Saddle Lake in half the expected time. I didn't expect the pegasi we had, Jack included, to be as strong as they are.

Still, we have cause for concern. There's been no sign whatsoever of the D.J.T. crew. A good few of us have taken to theorizing about what the hay happened to them. Some say a hydra got them, others say they were snatched up by the Everfree forest. I'm not trying to get involved in that kind of thinking, but I do sometimes wonder where they went wrong.

The other reason we're concerned is the weird string of occurrences that have been happening lately. Jack saw several pairs of glowing eyes off in the distance and Swan heard howling, a lot of it. I heard it, and so did rook. None of us slept well that night. Then again, I doubt many of us slept at all.

The next day wasn't as bad as the first, but just as unsettling. We had had cludless skies for the past week. We wake up in the morning and we all check our clocks to make sure the alarms were set right! Clouds had covered the sky so heavily that we all thought it was night! We had to use hour lanterns during day hours, and even though there was zero lightning for miles around, we kept hearing this weird electric buzzing.

The third day, more crows than I though existed just take to the air and make this weird pattern mid-flight. Non of the workers, me included, could make whatever it was out. The spiraling black clouds and endless gail didn't help much. I still can't get those damned birds' calls out of my head.

At least we got some calm the fourth night. We were even treated to a meteor shower. One of the guys, an astronomer I think, said it was the annual Pegasid shower. Apparently we were lucky to have such a clean view of the event. We were all still trying to recover from the weirdness of the previous fiew days. I get the sense that that astronomer stallion was the only one that fully enjoyed it. Pity I still don't know his name.

None of it really matters though. We're not going to let some weird phenomena stop us from getting the job done. I hear there's some new town not too far ahead of us. Maybe we can all rest up when we get there.