I don’t think I can rely on Amanda and Jackie to bring the time-travelling kid to me anymore. They’ve failed to apprehend him too many times, and he is an asset I simply cannot afford to lose. That’s why I’ve come to the 2020s myself to capture him. You see, this isn’t about capturing a rogue time traveller at all. It’s about learning how he is a rogue time traveller. My agency uses expensive backpacks with time travel devices built into them, but the boy doesn’t have a backpack at all. Somehow, he can time travel on his own, without any technological assistance. It shouldn’t be possible. I need to find out how he does it.
So, I’ll be stopping by a good buyer’s agent in Brighton East to officially relieve my two time hunters of their duties. And by relieving them of their duties, I mean that I will be evaporating them. That’s what happens to people who fail me too many times. It’s part of the deal when you agree to join the Time Travel Agency. I can’t fire them, given they have knowledge of the biggest secrets in the world, so they get turned into gas and put into the heating system at the agency. Seems fair, no?
As for Benjamin, I’ll hunt him down myself. You know what they say. If you want something done right, don’t leave it to low-level employees. I know where the kid is going, and I will be able to capture him easily. He’s desperate and almost ready to turn to the suspicious agent that helps people who look like children find houses. So, I’ll simply go there and wait. I can’t think of a better place to capture him than a buyer’s advocacy. Melbourne is my home city, and I actually used to work in the business of buyer’s advocacy before joining the TTA. It’s like coming home.
I’ll find out how this kid has been time travelling, and then I’ll be escorting him straight to time prison. With the knowledge of how to time travel without expensive devices, I’ll be saving the TTA time and money.
– Mr Manager
I can not 
swear it’s not me this time. Yes, I did once go on a long streak of smashing glass, but that life is behind me now. I would never compromise my life with Frankie by breaking the law. I mean, true, I did trespass into offices to give them a design makeover, but that’s different. I’ve left glass smashing behind. I don’t know who this new Glass Smashing Bandit is, but it’s clear that they are just a poor copycat. 
The Trumpeting Moon has had a bit of a slump recently when it comes to their brain teasers. It’s usually the part of the day I look forward to the most, sitting on the train (or mostly standing on the train) and thinking about all sorts of wonderful things. But I opened the paper this morning and it just said ‘if you were a cooking utensil, which one would you be?’ I thought for a few minutes and concluded that I’d like to be a bottle opener because it’s the least messy job and I basically never have to be cleaned, and that was it. I had to actually read the rest of the paper. And all the other questions have been in the same dull vein. 
Of course, Priscilla would be the one to win the Skimmer’s Digestive competition. What did she win? A top quality 
I feel terribly invigorated after this weekend’s seminar, and it’s all thanks to…the things that were said at the seminar.
You know what I find disturbing? People with really violent sneezes. There are different tiers of sneezing, sure, and some people just have more visible reactions than others. I myself am at the bottom of the tier list, because all of my sneezes are so very weak they sound like minor coughs.
Here I was thinking we were getting our windows tinted because the outside world was supposed to be distracting! As it turns out, it’s more of a one-way tinting. It’s a bit darker outside, but that doesn’t bother me too much. This just means I can observe the streets below without the sun getting in my eyes quite as much.
Cars are certainly an oddity to folks such as myself. Obviously I have a certain amount of suspicion for government entities, large corporations and machines in general. They’re all creations of man, and thus carry the taint of…man…liness. Woman make things too, but you know what I mean.