Swanky hotel room courtesy of Tony Stark. Check.
Laptop courtesy of Tony Stark. Check.
Expensive bottle of whiskey courtesy of room service. Check.

Okay, then. Let's do this.

I read my obituary. That was a thing. My whole life reduced to a couple of column inches. They overlooked all the really interesting bits, of course.

A lot has happened in the last six years, I gotta say.

I've logged on to this network and read all some of the many, many messages. And looked at the user list. Wow. So many famous names. So at least now I know why I was given access. If I see something going 50 Shades of Wrong I can let y'all know. I was wondering.

So, anyhow, I'm Ellen Brandt and I tried to kill Tony Stark once. No hard feelings, I hope. It was just business. I probably shouldn't be writing this, but screw it. I have half a bottle of whiskey left and the worst already happened to me once.