Journal of the Marquis de Sade

It seems I'm fully recovered from my previous injuries. My wig is still ruined, though. Wine is very hard to remove, you know.

I recall few things from the flood -- merely that I was American, I believe, the owner of -- theme parks, an engineer, and apparently married to an insane bitch hellbent on killing me.

Joyous.

I still have the suit. Interesting tailoring. Conceals the shape a little more, but accents certain lines. I can see why it was considered fashionable.

[Private to West]

Is everything all right?

[Private to the Joker]

So you made a fine venture of searching the cabins while everyone was in port. How are you with Detective work?