I came here, looked at the leaves on the porch and the dark windows and found I had forgotten my password. But I fumbled with my cyber key ring and found this old brass thing . . . and it worked. I don’t know how long I’ll be here, coming and going that is. However, the place has a comforting feel: Well, hi there AmeliaJake. You really didn’t need that key; we left the backdoor open for you.
So, shall we have a go at it again?
Welcome home.