|Title||No Cell Will Hold Them|
|Date||July the 27th, 1907|
Transcript: This evening, on my way back from supper, my theory became reality: a spontaneous Tear had opened in the Market District, emitting both sights and sounds. I observed what I could only imagine to be some future version of Columbia. Though familiar, strange red flags with a small yellow icon flew from her rooftops. Although we can lock up the girl, it appears her powers will not be imprisoned so easily.
Location: On a bench table near the windows of the upstairs corridor.