I've been told this network will reach everyone here who... has been brought here like I have.

[ Alana sounds terrible, her voice thick with the nasal sound of flu-like symptoms. Dying, apparently, is a bitch. It's also not fatal, which... may be the most terrifying thing she's experienced here. ]

My name is Alana Bloom, I'm-- I was-- back home I'm a doctor of psychiatry based in Maryland. [ aka: she has FBI ties. ] I have-- a number of questions. [ Not only does she sound sick, she sounds a lot like she's trying to cover up exhaustion. Using her professional voice usually serves her well, but she's really struggling. ]

About what's going on here, and specifically what "Deerington" is. I get the sense some of you have been here a long time, and-- I suppose the crux of what I'm asking is what exactly is it that's going on here. What's really going on? The Titanic, and now this underwater city... I've been told they're not usual, as is the way so many of us seem to think we actually belong on the Titanic, is that right?

[ Because none of it makes sense. This isn't something she can come at with her usual head-on approach, is it? Surely this can't all literally be happening. There's got to be something else going on. ]

I'd be grateful for any information or insight any of you have-- and thank you again to everyone who has been so helpful already.

[ And that'll do. She ends the recording, posts it to the network.

OPTIONAL: Despite feeling like she's got the worst flu she's ever had, Alana can be found in a number of public places, either looking out at the water or writing thoughtfully in a notebook she's found for herself. She's happy to be approached. ]