Reading from the Notebook

Hawthorne picked up the notebook from H.G. Vernon's jacket, the captive he just murdered. He flipped to the first page where he read about the captive's journey through time back to Ancient Egypt. Maybe this allow him to get more perspective on who H.G. Vernon really was. Also, what was behind NASA's beta program and its time travel experiments? This notebook should answer some of the questions.
The sun drenched all over everyone, we had so much to load and help these Egyptian local build these things. The heat was so strong I could not even stand it. It was a wonder if we would ever get the chance to even finish up any work. We got up at 6AM to start the workload, and I was sure it was now 6AM somewhere in the United States. Much less 6AM in the more modern era I came from.
He continued to read through the captive's notebook, and flip through the remainder of the log entry on Ancient Egypt. Hawthorne had yet to see any mention of the captive being an astronaut. Yet he was also sure this was because he skimmed through the captive's notes. He back tracked the notes, and read them back to front. Even read the pages backwards to see if he missed anything pertaining to the captive being an astronaut.
Then all of a sudden, he saw the word ''astronaut'' written somewhere on one of the pages. He then moved his finger to try and locate the word. Hawthorne read about the captive mentioning he was in NASA, but ''failed to make it on one of the space missions'' . This must have been how he ended up doing time travel. The captive's last words did mention it was a dumping ground for those who failed to make it into space.
Flipping to the next section of the notebook, Hawthorne noticed it was about Stonehenge. He assumed the captive and other forgotten astronauts were assigned to construct this ancient structure as well. Hawthorne wanted to peer into everything pertaining to this notebook. So he could get a better understanding of the purpose behind these NASA castoffs being involved with these time travel experiments.

We were instructed not to tell anyone of these experiments. They were of such a controversial nature our supervisor didn't even like them being discussed. Time travel was against his beliefs, tampering with how history played out and what God had planned for the human race. Yet it was a job, and he was getting paid to feed his family. And none of our families were supposed to know what was going on.
''Damn, he must've been carrying a lot of guilt inside.''
Hawthorne read more and more of the chronicles regarding Stonehenge. About what order those large stones had to be placed in. How backbreaking the work was, and how the captive did not even know why he and the other rejects had been placed there after they did not make it to space. Why could they not explore and go on missions through time the same way the astronauts did in space? He read these in notes the captive kept.
He looked down and viewed the captive's dead body, the man he murdered. Hawthorne almost felt sorry for him now. After reading his recordings in this notebook, he almost felt like he was him. A chill went up his spine as he thought about it. The idea of a murder now sympathizing with his victim. Such a thought made him want to throw down the notebook and vomit. He could stomach the idea of what he had done.
Yet he continued to flip through the pages, since it still provided answers to what was going on. In terms of the island, and both he and the other castaways were going through. Yet none of these pages mentioned a way off the island. Something he now imagined was a bit of moot point. Hawthorne did not know why, but he also did not bet his life on such an idea anymore. For him, it just was not happening.
This was just the start of finding what was behind NASA's big secrets on the island. He flipped the other pages while he held his place at Stonehenge, and discovered he filled out the entire notebook. He had a lot of reading to do, but it was worth it. Someone had to get to the bottom of this and figure out what was going on. Hawthorne looked down at the castaway's dead body, with no idea why he did not talk sooner.