I regret to have to confirm that which was discovered at guests' lights out last night; Konan The Baptist has indeed escaped. He is nowhere within the villa. It appears he, quite unknown, had been working on a small hole through from the wall of his cell into the courtyard. This hole was at all times hidden by a large paper chart of his life list, county list and patch list, which, quite frankly impressed no-one, and fooled no-one, including as it did many so made-up species; the staff tended to give it a wide berth at all times. This was unfortunate.
Efforts are underway to detain him, but we think he may have crawled into the latrine pipes to get under the fence and that we know is the level at which the Baptist is most at home; he could stay happily hidden in his own filth down in the gutter for years.
|Feels like rain again|