Inspector- well, former Inspector Second Class Lyfrassir Edda of the New Midgard Transport Police here. I don't know who this signal will reach. I managed to get ahold of something that can get messages across wide distances, and I am hoping that it didn't break in the process of escaping from Midgard.
I don't know what I want from this. Some connection, some hope that maybe I can live past this week. Maybe if I ever run out of fuel or food or water, someone would be so kind as to lend me some. Though I cant expect anyone to, I know I wouldn't.
I wish everyone reading this good luck and safe travels. I hope you, too, do not run into the Bifrost. It messed something up in me and I only saw it. I don't know what changed, but my hair is.. similar to the rainbow you would find within it. My head is buzzing, I don't know if that is from the alcohol or the constant hum in my ears.
Former Second Class Lyfrassir Edda, wishing you good luck from the middle of fucking nowhere.











