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Ah, there you are! I knew I’d be able to make contact eventually. My name is Elizabeth Berry, and I need your help. The year is 2247. My year, I mean, not yours. That’s right, I’m talking to you from the future. Weird, right? Well I want you to help me fix that. You see, my time machine is a little busted, and I need some help getting it running again.
Get to the foyer, just inside the front door, then make contact again. Then I’ll let you know what I need you to do…