Per 
If you're listening to this, then…well I suppose there's really no reason for you to be hearing this, other than: 9 got sloppy. You have questions, no doubt, I know I would, so I'll try to answer them the best I can.
You see, in the early days of the Foundation (back when it was just me, Rapture, The Founder and 1) we really had no way of knowing what or where an anomaly was, until the general public became aware of it.
Ah, those were the days, before amnestics and memetic kill agents. Back then it was as simple as catch the thing, falsify a couple documents, maybe pay off a couple witnesses and pick up some grub on the home, but I'm getting off topic.
Every once an while we wouldn't be able to secure an anomaly fast enough, these are the ones that made it into the papers. The media had many different names for these breeches: things, enigmas, anomalies, but there was one name that The Founder was specifically drawn to.
I remember the night like it was yesterday. The four of us were sat 'round a table in some grimy hotel room. Rapture had gone out to the balcony to smoke and when she came back, we had become the Department of Abnormalities.
And that's what we did for the next…twenty years or so. We would travel the world, gaining access to anomalies using The Founder's wealth and Rapture's military training and then lock them up.
As time went on we achieved things that mankind had never thought possible. We put several men on the moon, locked up the things that went bump in the night, even discovered a way to stop aging. However, there was one feat that never ceases to amaze me, whenever I think back to all those years ago.
It was a crisp Autumn afternoon, in 1942. The four of us were out investigating a series of loud noises coming from a field in Scotland. Normally, something like that would be of no interest to the Department, but newspapers described it as a growling, gurgling noise that shook houses to rubble.
The Founder suggested that it must be the result of test runs for some kind of super weapon, we were in the middle of a war, after all. I argued that some testing facility half-way across the world would hold nothing of interest to us, but he told me that anything that can decimate a village with noise alone counts as an abnormality and before I knew it we were pulling into Aberdeen Harbour.
We had been in the fields for hours and 1 was ready to throw in the towel (as he had vocalised several times). Though I don't like to admit it, I was getting restless too and The Founder seemed to be just that slightest bit less cheery. I think it was around this time that we realised Rapture had gone missing. I think it was also around this time the ground shook…no, that isn't the right word.
The ground came to life. It was as if the world itself was angry at us. We were thrown about like ragdolls, trying not to fall into the gaping holes that formed beneath our feet. In all honesty, it probably only lasted around thirty seconds, but time means nothing when you're being attacked by all of nature.
It was as we were fixing ourselves up, wondering what on earth just happened, when Rapture emerged from one of the cracks.
Now, Rapture was quite the character indeed. She had been through a lot in her life, seen some awful things. Not just during her time with us, mind you, her time in the trenches had contributed a great deal as well. She never smiled, or expressed much emotion of any kind for that matter. I think that's what made the look of absolute horror on her face that day even more haunting.
She took us down the crack, not speaking a word. We dropped down the opening and landed on a platform of sorts.
