CRANE: There’s no two ways around it – this leg is broken. Fibula – compound fracture. Now those of you with a more… squeamish constitution, should probably stop listening as I will be recording my treatment for future reference. Now then. I have already cleaned the affected area, and despite the bone breaking the skin, everything looks pretty clean and straightforward. Now I need to pull the bone back inside so that it realigns. To do this, I have tied a rope around my ankle, which I then looped around a radiator pipe. Now whatever you choose to loop around, make sure it’s bolted to the wall – you’ll be giving it a hell of a pull and you don’t want to do this twice. Alright. Now I need to – PULL (crick as the bone realigns)! AH! JESUS H.! (grunts, pants) Alright. Bone’s back inside. Gonna wrap it up some to stop the bleeding and – oh, there. Now I have a walking splint here; hoped I’d never have to use it. But if you don’t have one, two strong pieces of wood will do you fine. Ahh… (clips close on the splint) Okay. Okay. I never wanna do that again. Let’s never do that again. Okay. A few people have been asking exactly what happened on Monday night. To be honest, I can’t recall a whole lot. I got thrown a good twenty or thirty feet; rolled myself into a ditch. Been a long time since I slept in the dirt; I reckon I lost a whole day in that mud. I didn’t know how bad the leg was until I tried to walk on it, about midnight. I would’ve stayed off it were it not for the police. If I don’t have time for the hospital, I don’t have time for the GCPD. Speaking of time, I’ll have notes on this riddle soon as I’m able to properly sit with it. Logged as Entry Crane 016.