Group B has uncovered what appears to be a ship log -- a diary, from one of the previous crew members. A day by day log of what happened to them, on the Horologium. However, it seems to only be coming through in bits and pieces . . . something is preventing it from being uncoded fully, and it's taking a lot longer than you all expected to work.

At any rate, someone who worked in the bridge writes that they were on this ship to be taken to another world for survival. They have lived on the Horologium for years -- it became more of a home base, rather than an exploratory mission. However, at one point, something began to happen.

The logs shift from normal happenings of "had breakfast, ate lunch, had dinner, a new baby was born today" to the following.

Hearing voices.
Something is lurking in the shadows. Not sure what's going on.
What are these voices?
Who are these people?

Eventually, the ship logs devolve into nonsense -- paranoid writings of hearing things, of fellow crewmembers being out to get them. No one can be trusted, no one can be trusted. Everyone is going to die, because no one can be trusted.

And, eventually, the last entry able to be uncoded is this:

It cannot escape.