Speaking of footprints - sorry about the switcheroo with this whole home base thing. I had thought everything was OK, but it looks like some bigfeet from elsewhere (who invited them? man!) decided to take the ball and run with it. Mom always said not to play ball in the house, and well, stuff got broken. 

I cleaned and wiped as much as I could (saving the node spike stuff for myself, of course), and then broke it even more. I had to; the oafs were stumbling all over the place, tripping alarms and making a huge mess. Way to be a ballerina, Gerry Fleck. Of course, _'s got some medium-level guys, and so I hung out until they could see my present to them. I pointed at the hole, tattled on bigfoot, and left a leetle wiggle room after I gave them the fixes. So that's why we're here now.