[Maribelle is sitting in a cafe drinking a rather dainty cup of tea with some very lightly buttered crumpets and a tea pot with more tea at the ready. She felt she would need it as she prepared to address the network with her announcement.]

I'm certain that I am not alone in being glad that this wretched season of spooks and goblins is over. I know that Everglade was infested was turned into something reminiscent of candy island and I can certainly say I never wanted to return to that place.

[She takes a sip of the tea... but sets it down shortly afterward, finding she still can't get the disgust out of her mouth or off her features.]

With that said... I shall be applying my law expertise in the city of Everglade, and will likely be working closely with the city guardian Grell, and its mayor Oswald Cobblepot. I would also like to offer my services to be a deputy guardian... free of charge.

[Ugh... she hates herself SOOOO much right now... but it's for the greater good!]

In the meantime... I intend to move into the city myself so that I am closer to where I shall be working and those that I shall be... dealing with. Can anyone tell me about the old mansion apartments? I sent in an application for housing there.

[Barry looks like a cross between panicked and outraged.]

Can anyone tell me how to get home from here?! My wife is going to be very upset that I've been kidnapped. She's a very well respected detective with the Central City Police Department and--

[He runs a hand through his hair and looks around, clearly fretting now.]

Oh gosh, Iris. What is Iris going to say? What is she going to do? I hope she finds this place. Wherever this place is.

[He looks directly at the device again before pointing wildly at the pod he had escaped from.]

I-I-I woke up in that...that thing!

[He has the white box clutched tightly under his arm because he assumed that the rest of the items within it were important. At least the hologram that he encountered said that they were important. He had found the phone and decided to at least put out an all call.]

[A video feed comes in, but .. it's a black screen. Sounds of fumbling, muttering, and other movements can be heard - but no one is seen.

That is, until about 30 seconds in, when Ned seems to finally figure out how to use the overwhelming and odd contraption he was given. He was told he could use it to communicate with a "network," whatever that might mean. He's been fiddling with the thing for hours, and despite the simplistically written instructions, he finds the technology a bit beyond his grasp.

The expression on his face is pleased, content that he's finally figured at least something out. He's in the room he was given in the strange inn-like structure he was told to go to, though it's understandably and expectedly bare - no need for personal trinkets if his stay is going to be temporary (not that he's come with any to begin with).

After some maneuvering, Ned seems to get the hang of it and finally begins to speak.]

Well met to .. whomever might be .. watching this message. I am Lord Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and .. Hand of the King. [There is some pain etched in his brow at this admission of title, but he presses on.]

I know not why I arrived here or by what means, nor do I understand whether I might still be in the realm of men or of the gods, Old or New, but whatever knowledge you might willingly provide or share would be of the greatest assistance, and you would have my gratitude 'til the end of my days. [Something unspoken flashes across his eyes at this, his lips tightening into a line before he softens again and, with a slight nod of his head, cuts off the video.]