We awoke late in the morning and and after our breakfasts set to work, extending the tent and transferring our equipment from the caravan into the town hall. It was a long and arduous process and by the time we actually had a functional lab established the sun was already beginning to set once again. It was pleasant for all three of us to work together once more and i’ll admit, although out working conditions are far from satisfactory, they will most certainly make do. At about midday we stopped for a break, Elizabeth went off into the city on her own, whilst myself and Professor Fenwick remained at the tent to ensure that no one would go poking their nose where it wasn’t welcome. We sat, drank tea, and for what felt like the first time in months had a normal decent conversation. We talked fondly of our memories of Manchester, of our shared educations and even such topics as mundane as the weather. It felt normal, and i revelled in the sensation as for quite some time now my life has felt far too exciting, i long for the days of diagnosing mild afflictions like the common cold, or a sprained ankle, as opposed to attempting to cure such an infection as this. 

After our conversation it seems that Malidia is finally warming to me once more. I can understand her stand offish and cold nature towards me as of late, after all i have betrayed much of the trust i had earned during our time in university. As such to further strengthen our emotional bond i told her how it had been i that had sent for the Huntsman. She seemed un-surprised and an awful lot less angry than i had anticipated. I have no doubt that at the time if i had openly admitted to such a thing she would have flayed me, but i think now even she can see that ultimately it was the right thing to do. I can only imagine how few of us would have made it to Manchester if it hadn’t been for the hunters. 

Settling down for the night was an awful lot less comfortable than nights previous. In order to accommodate such a large amount of equipment in such a small space without drawing too much attention we had to sacrifice practically all of our living space, leaving us with a very small section of the tent almost two small for our three sleeping bags to rest side by side. I drifted into sleep rather seamlessly that night but was awoken recently by Elizabeth returning from her nightly rendezvous with her newfound lover. I tried to sleep once she settled but i couldn’t help my mind from wandering. What has become of Wigan, and what are those hunter’s doing now that the infection has spread to Liverpool? Are any of them even still alive? After all Wigan was in a terrible state when we left, perhaps now we are England’s only hope, perhaps the council of huntsman have fallen? I was somewhat shocked to find myself worrying after the Hunter General, Henshaw McGrim. For a hunter he was an awfully nice fellow, it’d be a great shame for the seemingly only normal one of them to have been killed.