Wasn't exactly expecting to have an email follow me everywhere. But I started having déjà vu episodes to go with it. Those episodes turned into memories not sure I want these, and that was my answer as to whether or not I really wanted to answer this.

My name is Linnaea; Naea for short.

But you guys know me better as Sigyn.

Hey... Has anyone been able to get in touch with Sigyn lately? I can't seem to get a hold of her. Which is really unusual.

So, uh... I remember just about everything, now. Took a few weeks, and I wanted to be sure before I said much. Just thought folks should know.

Hey everyone... I was thinking... It'd really be nice if we could have all of us together here soon. Sigyn and I were talking, and we thought maybe the upcoming weekend would work. I know travel can be a challenge to those of us not living close by, but it'd be great if we could work something out. I know Carl keeps asking when he can see his uncle and aunties again.

Hey, love. Doing anything special on Thursday?

We found it. But, ah, there are some issues. We cannot get inside.

We need to talk.

Funny how 'friends' abandon you when weird/bad shit happens Tomorrow's my birthday. I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to feel about it.

Spam blocker, my ass Not entirely sure I should be posting on a message board that an email with the aura of a Hitchcock film surrounding it sent me to, but I'm kind of afraid of what will happen if I don't. wouldn't be the first What is this all about?

"Geez she was nervous. She hadn't done this kind of thing in ages."

Hola, Guapo. Got a minute?

[She refused to panic, but waking up in a room that wasn't hers had her a bit on edge. She listens at the door for a moment but didn't hear anything.

Not one to sit around and wait, she opens the door and steps out into the hallway. Being in her pajamas (just a tank top and sleep shorts), her bare feet make no noise as she walks down the hall.]

I hope everyone else is noticing this pattern here. None of this is coincidence.

These sons of bitches better fucking hide from me.

Hello, Godlings. Have you all been playing nicely together? I do hope so. You'll need to.

You've done well otherwise so far. Finding your lost treasures. But those won't be enough. There is more to find.

[Filter: Celts]
A secret has been lost in Eire, and it sings where the living voices went silent.

[Filter: Egyptians]
Once your blood ran through the veins of kings, and their power remains there buried. Find it, and it is yours again.

[Filter: Greeks]
Westward where the son of Troy, and the children of Venus and Mars brought forth their power, a piece remains.

[Filter: Hindu]
Far in the East, near where warriors come forth from the earth, a touch of power remains. Its music can make you dance again.

[Filter: Judeo-Christians]
You must seek the song in the wilderness again to find the lost power, far to the Devil's own continent.

[Filter: Norse]
The mountains hold secrets again, high in the clouds, but you must go south to seek the power that was lost. It sings in the shadow of the lost city.

[/filters]

Remember. You must strike while the time is hot. Let it grow cool, and it may slip through your fingers.

[Filter: Norse]

Just think! It's exactly one month until the wedding! I'm so excited.

What all isn't accounted for? We've gotten most of the RSVPs, so the caterer is just waiting for a headcount, I think. My assistants know what to do for the cake--I've got everything for it on a special reserve. All the dresses and suits and everything are taken care of... I'm pretty sure the florist has everything ready except the arrival of the flowers themselves... The sites are reserved, the officiator has us down...

Is there anything we're missing?

Happy birthday, my lady! Many more to you.

Hello, godlings. Have you missed us?

I am pleased at how well your progress is coming along. Some of you know where you must go. Some of you have even acquired your first artifacts. There is more to be done, of course, but I am pleased thus far. Soon, you will not need to hide behind your current shells.

That does, however, beg a question. Can you be trusted to be yourselves again? Can the world be trusted to handle you? There is only one way to find out.

Your test begins at sunrise tomorrow, on the Equinox. It ends at sunrise the next day. We will be watching you.

[Filter: Norse]

I think I know at least where the clue Loki had leads. I'm not sure what we'll find there, but I know where the Community of True Inspiration is. I grew up not too far from there: the Amana Colonies.

We should probably arrange to visit. I know the area, so I'll be happy to go, but any of you are welcome to come along.

Hey, Norse people!

So, looks like a certain magician has pulled off the ultimate trick. He made himself disappear. Don't know where he's gone. Dropped by his place to check in with him. Totally gone. He didn't even pack anything. Just... poof. Gone.

Anyway, found something in there, this piece of paper. It had a poem written on it:

The last becomes first as a great tool
To restore the Asgardian Nation
Seek the key to begin anew the rule
In the Community of True Inspiration

Hope that means something to you.

[Phone Call to Frigg]

Miss Lawson? Callista Lovelace. I've completed the dress designs. The bride's dress and the flower girl dress just need fittings. I didn't have any measurement specifications for the bridesmaid dresses, but the designs on them are complete. Any idea when we can arrange for fittings?

Hi. Sorry to bother everyone. I'm Seoyun. You can call me S.G. if that's easier.

I...think I know what's going on. This is a reincarnation thing?

Please be here. You have to be here. You have to.