7th August 1967

The orphanage has been quietly recently, the children must be sleeping .

Luckily though I've been given another little task to keep me busy. I received a new child, Melody, today. She's a sweet child, so I let her pick whichever one of the empty rooms she wanted. The first thing she did was get out the photos of all her departed mother, bless her.

I must take special care to make sure Melody is healthy and safe. Yes, I must.

I just got back from rounds. All the children are still sleeping soundly, but I heard crying from Melody's room. It never gets any easier watching a child get over the loss of parents

3rd June 1967

I expected a visit from the DSS this week. I guess something must have kept the usual gentleman.

Melody is well. Good good.

4th April 1967

Melody went out today, I looked up and she was gone. Like magic. I'm sure she'll have a lovely time.

She left the room in a disgraceful state though, her belongings were strewn everywhere, and she's damaged her bed- there's two groups of four dents on one of the bars at the end of it, with another dent under each of these groups. She also scratched long lines to the door from her bed too- I'll ask her nicely not to do it again. It won't do

27th April 1967

Delivery man made an error with the food again, there's only enough for two here.

13th April 1967

Melody still seems timid, the poor thing. She just spends all her time up in her room, and shrinks into her bed whenever I open the door.

7th August 1967

Everything's well. Weather's awful though, who'd expect snow in August?

I found graffiti on the wall of the staircase. Makes no sense at all, "GET OUT". I wonder why one of the children would want me out of the orphanage- I couldn't possibly leave, Melody needs me.

29th August 1967

Melody is well, as I suppose are the other children. The staff are quiet too.

I must have fainted today, haven't done that since I was a boy. Mrs Morgan and Ms Trent were nice enough to take me to bed though. When I fell I cut myself though, but they bandaged my arms nicely- though the lines beneath are still bleeding slightly.

5th January 1967

More graffiti, I have no idea where it's coming from. I should lock up the red paint after arts sessions, that should put a stop to it.

Sleeping worse, and day dreaming from lack of rest. When I come to I have writing on myself now, much like the graffiti. GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT. One of life's little mysteries. Melody is well, good.

8th April 1967

Just did last rounds checking on the children- all resting peacefully. It's just silence upstairs. Melody is well, excellent, she's been tired recently, been out and about.

Don't know what I'd do if something happened to her, she's a favourite.

29 November 1967

She's gone, I failed, the red-headed woman and those men took her from us. The building is empty now, the orphans aren't even rustling overhead. I'm trying to think of other options, other institutes where I could work, but one idea cuts through the rest, shows what I have to do. I can no longer care for her, so there's nothing else

I'll look fine at least, in my best black suit. This is my last entry. I leave everything to Melody Pond.

It's going to be very quiet soon.