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I will not claim that I have fully mapped out the subterranean river that flows beneath my house; I only know that it flows northward since Bubo and I ended up in New Hampshire near Meriden. If we traveled against the current, then, would we end up in Central America?

Or, perhaps, Alabama?

Or, maybe, New Jersey.

But back to my point; there are underground rivers everywhere! Even in London. Get on your waders!

The London Subterranean Waterway Map.

I don’t know how the weather is where you are, but here on my side of the hill in deepest, darkest Brooklyn, we had quite the lightening storm. I was sketching ideas for my shrinking violet experiment when I heard an ear-splitting crash. It might have been lightening striking. It might have been a dragon-gone-crazy. I might never know what happened, really.

It doesn’t matter.

What does matter is that there is now an additional opening in the catacombs. It reveals what appears to be a small canal-type waterway. The opening is small, about the size of a medium-sized ottoman, and the temperature within is approximately ten degrees colder than the rest of the catacombs.

The canal seems to be running east/west, and from what I can hear (using the amphiphone I dug up yesterday) there are no rapids or waterfalls on the course.

I am gathering supplies and will begin my explorations on the morrow.