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Greetings. We sent Director Qin a request for help. Did she send you here?

I'm Eric and this is Lou. We're organizing the rebuilding work.

Many crew mates are temporarily sheltered here. Most of the injured have minor wounds. We still have some meds to cover their treatment.

But since the disaster ... everyone's feeling a little down. As the one in charge, I must focus on the people's mental well-being ... just like Feya did when she was around.

You're right, but our actions should focus on the actual needs of the crew mates. We can start on mental well-being once those needs are met.

Alright. I'll show you around the place and ask everyone what they need.

Ada, let me consolidate the requirements. Supplies are low, but we're coming up with a solution.

We need medical supplies. Some of us are injured, and a few are suffering from wound infections. Most are just minor issues that we can handle without using medical resources from the base.

However, we got more people moving into the Dorms. We might not have enough meds to go around.

Alright. Medication... I've made a note of it.

I'll get the supplies brought in as quickly as I can! If there's anything you need, submit your requests to us ASAP!

Got it. Go ahead and check on the other places.

Good day, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?

Oh, you're ... Eric? There was a girl back then. Where did she go?

The girl? Feya, right? She's injured so I'm temporarily standing in for her.

Injured...? Too many crew mates are down with injuries. Even my buddy Eston. Old boy's in charge of this logistics station and told me to keep my eyes on a batch of incoming supplies. But I don't know why we're hearing nothing about it...?

Don't worry, things will get better. I'm here to help! I got this noted down ... delayed delivery of a batch of supplies.

Fine... Boy, you look like an energetic optimist, but being positive isn't going to make everyone feel better.

I just hope old Eston can get better soon.

If I were younger, I would've gone out there and checked the roads. But these cursed ol' blighty bones won't let me.

Hey, kid. Why are you sitting here all by yourself?

I'm scared... Everyone's acting weird and nobody's talking to each other.

Don't be scared, Stanley. You're safe. Is there anything you need? I can help.

It's so quiet here. I hate quiet places... If only we could have some music.

Oh ... music? I certainly didn't see that coming. I'll note it down.

My notes tell me that everyone is primarily concerned about the meds and supplies.

We should have a stockpile in a nearby depot. Your help will certainly get that issue off our minds.

But the delayed supplies might be a real hassle... I don't know how to deal with that.

We'll take care of the problems one at a time. Let's solve the meds issue first.

Wonderful! These will definitely tide us over for quite a while.

You're back! How goes your search?

The supplies... The freight line mentioned by Wilbur might be our only hope.

His deductions should be reliable enough. I gotta distribute the meds. The location of the freight line has been marked on your map. It'd be great if you could head over and check things out.

The logistics robot just delivered the supplies! You're the one who found it, right?

By the way, I know there's an old phonograph in the warehouse. The little boy reminded me that music may help break the silence when no one is in the mood to talk!

It's here! Let me see ... I think it's broken.

Your repair technique is amazing... Are you a tech specialist from Endfield?

Oh. A veteran? But you look so ... young. Anyway, let's pick a song to play.

Alright. That seems like the last thing on my list! Thanks a lot. I would be absolutely clueless if you weren't around.

Let's check on the crew again. Perhaps they're feeling better now.

Have we handed out the supplies?

Ah, yes, that we did. Nearly broke these old bones of mine. Thank goodness I didn't mess up the work old Eston gave me.

How's the music?

Oh. Yeah. Things feel better with the music on!

How are you doing? Did the medicine come in handy?

We gave them out and used some as well. The crew feels much safer knowing that we have more meds.

What about the food? Is everyone getting enough? I rationed them again because we took in more people.

It's more than enough... And we got plenty of fruits as well. Everyone is really thankful for what you're doing for us, Eric.

But many people still look sad and tired... Go ahead and tell me if there's anything I can do. Don't you worry. I'll get it done if it's within my...

Eric...

We lost more than a roof over our heads. We built a home and created many cherished memories together... But those memories have been shattered.

There is no recovery from many forms of pain and trauma. We need time to cope and learn how to live with these scars.

Some of us lost friends and families as well... Give them time and let them grieve in silence, Eric.

*Sigh*... I believe I've done everything I could...

People told me that being passionate about my job isn't enough... Did I do something wrong?

But why isn't everyone happy?

Okay. Plenty of people have called me a bit dense... But all I'm trying to do is to make them happier.

I heard you talking to the crew, Eric. This Endfield professional is right. This isn't the time to be happy yet.

People gotta sort themselves out and get used to this ... new reality. The disaster destroyed the life we knew. Many of us also lost loving friends and family.

Only time can heal the wounds. Some will be strong enough to smile and soldier on. Others will need a moment to wash away their painful memories with tears... We must respect their choices.

I understand... Lou.

But fixing the phonograph is a great idea. I like it.

I guess I'm not that dense. Still, I have a lot to learn. Thank you, Lou. And yes, I need to thank you as well. But, I don't think I know your name.

That's you...! BY TALOS! The rumors are true! You're really here! Lou, I gotta tell everyone about this great news!

Someone once told me that the Endministrator of Endfield Industries is an omnipotent being. Her presence alone was enough to overcome all sorts of challenges... But I also heard that the Endmin would only show up when things are really bad. / Someone once told me that the Endministrator of Endfield Industries is an omnipotent being. His presence alone was enough to overcome all sorts of challenges... But I also heard that the Endmin would only show up when things are really bad.

Wait. If the Endmin walks amongst us, does that mean we're in super deep blight?

I used to think that way... But the Endmin is really easy to get along with. She will lead us out of these trying times. / I used to think that way... But the Endmin is really easy to get along with. He will lead us out of these trying times.

Eric told me you're ... the Endministrator? It was more than a decade ago. I was assigned to another post and missed my chance to see you with my own eyes. And by some stroke of fate, I got to talk to you face to face at this ripe old age.

Once old Eston gets better, I'm gonna tell him what he missed!

You're the Endmin! I heard you fixed the phonograph by waving your hands around...! You're so cool!