
Attempts to prevent myself from worrying continue unsuccessful. Keep reminding myself, though, that if anything goes wrong Sheppard will let me know.
I have, however, located the resumes of everyone who applied for this job before I did (all retconned, of course) and have chosen out a dozen or so who could be suitable replacements. Will give to Jack later. Hoping that will help the guilt. Not confident about this.
Report from DCI Swanson about anonymous complaints regarding music from an abandonded dance hall. I'm not sure what she expects us to do about it but I'll pass them on to Jack nonetheless. I suppose we're ghost-hunters as well as alien-hunters now? Or just anything the police can't readily explain. (If they've ruled out ravers and squatters I suppose the unexplained is the next logical step.)