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Date Missing Well, here's a pretty how-de-doo! The airship is falling out of the sky, and we have only minutes to live. I am writing in my journal here as my last will and testament. I bequeath all of my wealth and remaining trust from my parents to my cousin Abeforth. He is young and will benefit most. Aunt and Uncle, please find a respectable way to distribute the plot of land in Essex and the cottage in Hertfordshire. I want to be remembered for more than just crashing into the sea! Perhaps you could give them to some destitute tenant farmers, or widowed mothers? And please, whoever executes this will, please, please make sure that Perdina Meeks does not get her hands on the silken petticoats I left behind in the closet. One is made of the rarest spider-silk, and she has wanted them since we were children, but it's extremely valuable, and it may not look it, but she will come asking about it, and I'm sure that you must not give it to her. Love, Philomena. FLIGHT SAFETY INSTRUCTIONS sensational novel she is reading, and she is quite unwilling to be coaxed away from its pages. The automatons have been behaving very cordially, almost excessively attentive today as we prepare to set sail. They were strangely vehement that I relax. I was pressured more than once to take a bath, or a refreshing beverage. I cannot recall them being this friendly before. I have agreed to help Mr. Vandenklamp after luncheon. He has lost his wife somewhere on board the ship. Maybe that little mystery will prove to be some fun?