My head hurts

I voyaged into the woods at around noon. I had my lighter, my knife, a length of rope, a flashlight and a pack of extra batteries. None of which helped much. The woods were lit well enough, as it was the middle of the day, despite their moniker. After nearly an hour of trekking and not finding anything but the occasional insect, I heard a melody being played from somewhere to my right. It sounded like a piano. Needless to say, I waded through the leaves towards it. There was Robert; at least, I think it was Robert.

I saw him from behind at first, and it really just looked like a black oblong with a fringe of red hair upon it. It was obvious that whoever it was was the one playing the white piano. He turned, and it looked enough like Robert, if Robert put on a shapeless black robe. Then I blacked out.

Woke up...yesterday. Back at our camp. It looked as if nothing had changed, and closer inspection revealed that, in fact, nothing had changed. It was as if the place had frozen in time. The town hadn't, though. All the residents were bustling about and I swear I heard the odd gossip about Robert and I. Something tells me that at least some of them know about this "knight" thing, but they all refused to tell me.

Lastly I've tried to contact our sponsor, but I haven't gotten a single word. It's as if they've disappeared off the face of the Earth.

Next step, try to find out about this Klaus Gage guy.

Everett out.