Wednesday, December 3rd, 9:58 AM, 1872:

  We have finally arrived in the Golden Gate in San Francisco! It has been a long, tiring journey here, but we have made it.

  I write in the quay, as we wait for the boat to be tied up.

  Have I not mentioned Passepartout has returned? No, I have not, I see, flipping through the leaves of my now worn journal. It appears there is much I have not written about.

  We signalled the American steamer at Shanghai as it was leaving for Yokohama and were taken on board. To our great joy, we found that, as we landed in Japan, Passepartout had come on the Carnatic. We went to all the consuls, but he was not to be found there. We had almost given up hope when we entered a theatre, and, standing at the front of the crowd, one of the 'long noses' rushed forward and addressed Fogg. Immediately it was obvious it was Passepartout. Phileas did not remark much upon the sudden joining, but merely said it was about time to go on board the General Grant, the boat we would take to to the Americas.

  It is good to have Passepartout back. I hear, also, Mr Fix is on board. I do say that he follows us rather carefully! Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of him in the crowd, as if waiting to see where we would go. I hope he has business in America and shall not bother us further.

10:29 AM:  The boat has docked! And Aouda, behind Phileas and Passepartout, urges me to come. I hope my next writing is on the train to New York!