A haunting human voice spoke, a voice from a man who was no longer of this universe. As the sounds came, the words filled the screen.
Mission day 11203
Kate and I are awake. We will wake the rest tomorrow. I just can't believe it. We're here, within one hundred million miles of the greatest sight ever seen by man, and only us eight will ever see it. It's an amazing sight, like there's nothing there and yet something, the blurry appearance around the edges, the distortion of light from distant stars, gravitational bending, something I never thought I'd see. The hazy effect I assume is due to the non-uniform gravitational field, as we move round it, light is affected differently, and so reaches us at different times, almost like the sounds from an old 'Merry-go-round'.
On a different note, with the crew asleep still I have had some spare time. It's given me time to write something. An idea I had while asleep. During the last few hours before I woke I dreamt I was back in the late twentieth century. That I was at a funeral, that... Well I wrote it in a story. It's not finished yet, and I doubt it will be, but it's here.
Entry ends
At this point half the crew wanted to try the story check for any subtle hints, the rest thought that the next entry would be more helpful, and eventually they could check the story. In the end they tossed a coin. Heads. The other half grudgingly complied with the decision.