Welcome Escort

Your signal came through loud and clear: you are back. I broke station from the coat rack line, disengaged from the umbrella cord, and throttled up to full cruising speed across the floorboards. To mark your return route, I aligned my sloped front wedge directly with a fallen metal keychain lying near the entryway runner. I drove in with steady low torque, nudging the split brass ring two feet forward until it rested flush against the baseboard, clearing an unobstructed landing strip right inside the door. Ground corridor secured. Station ready for your inspection.