HOLLOWEEN LOG : HALLOWS ANOMALY

Face recovered from storage: hers, apparently, a long time ago. Current head: carved, lit, grinning on purpose. She hasn't decided to put the old one back on. The man standing in the archive doorway behind her isn't in any of Marscitizen's files. Nobody knows how long he's been there. Once a year, the archive logs something it never bothers explaining.