I'm in. I'm here. The 'nerve centre'. Such as it is. The 'overcrowded, slightly smelly set of rooms filled with exhausted people who've spent too long without taking a shower and are probably all about to succumb to gastroenteritis caused by poorly-reheated ready meals' would be a more accurate description. It's not that I'm ungrateful to be here. I'd say I get snarky when I'm nervous, but since you'd know I was lying I'll just say that, instead of being only snarky I'm currently both snarky and nervous.

I met up with Helena last night and managed to convince her, using every means at my disposal, to let me in. I explained all the research I've done into the Third Power, how I'm the one that Scarlett has discussed her adventures with most thoroughly, how I'm extremely cool under pressure and how I really won't get under anyone's feet, honestly. I'm not sure which bit did it, or if she just decided that I'd be less trouble in than out, but she finally agreed. I'm giving the group a talk on the History of the Third Power later this afternoon. Which is how they apparently relax around here.

Kurt's probably told you, we're gearing up for the attack. We know where we're going and what we have to do. My role, when it comes to the day, will probably be just to go along, try not to get hurt, and be there as a friendly face for Scarlett when (I can't let myself think 'if') we find her alive. It's better than sitting around at home waiting for news, anyway. Our key access has been severely limited - as far as anyone in Perplex City knows we've just vanished for a while, and that's the way it'd better stay. It won't be for long; one way or the other this'll all be over soon.