Status Report: It’s been seven days since The Incident. Playtime happened last night, against my wishes. There I was, minding my business, watching The Child’s toys run a restaurant. Then, The Mother arrived and wanted some bonding time with her daughter. She scoops me up and puts me at a table with a drawling cowboy, like we were on a date! That’s how she played it, anyway. I couldn’t say a thing otherwise, because I am not prepared to start revealing myself to every giant I see. The strange thing was, it wasn’t the worst feeling to be played with.

In any case, I’ve got a proper workshop set up now. I’ll need to search the woods behind The Child’s house for more parts. I reviewed the data read outs again, because something didn’t sit right. The system recorded that I was off target. Specifically, it recorded that I was only 10 kilometers off target. The thing is, if my theory is correct, I was transported through an n-dimensional cloud and came to a different part of the multiverse. Along the way, I wound up a few inches tall. That’s when I noticed: I wasn’t the last person to change the nav coordinates.