6th of April, 1941, "Finally made it to the Bronx. Territory was secure, but all told, this may be the last commiqué before the sun goes down again. I managed to remember the last few cycles well enough. Hearts and Clubs managed to get this thingymawhatsit up to operation, so at least path to the next millennium isn't as boring. I let Droog write to his Sweetheart. Boxcars is next, and Deuce, well, Deuce has this shindig called a "wild web sight". Not sure what the hell that means, but the built in terminal says this is some kind of trans dimensional whateverthefuck to send little messages as ships in bottles. Let's hope a little of me finds it way to somewhere important. To whomever reads this, name's Spades." -Signed Spades S. Esquire