• Clicking on the washed out image of Axel signing a CD shows a photo, that says “It gets worse.”

  • Clicking on the fishbowl redirects to Unstable as a Typhoon.

    • The description contains an imgur link, which redirects to 2012-10-23.

  • Clicking on “Thank you so much” leads to Fans be like…

  • Clicking on the Obelisk redirects to Nothing There.

  • Clicking on Vaterland Park redirects to Chapter Seven Google Earth.

  • The source code hides Kåre's hidden texts again.

    • Right below “… I’m going to…”, he says “What the hell do I do? That came out of nowhere. Of course I would run away. There was zero indication he had those kinds of feelings for me. Also, the things that have been said of me in the past are unfair (yes, I do occasionally torture myself by reading the fan forums). Let this be clear: I had a very compartmentalized notion of Axel from the start. The Axel that I fanboy-ed over as a younger version of myself? I had put that version of him on a shelf in the very back of my mind, along with all the other fanciful beliefs I had long outgrown. Right next to the unicorns and fairies of the non-queer variety. Had I not done that, I wouldn't have been able to do my job, let alone become friends with the guy. So, a kiss? This was akin to tearing all of my old fantasies out of the recesses of my closet and scattering them across the dancefloor entirely out of the blue. This startled me so completely that my flight response kicked in immediately.”.
    • Right below “Yeah, I think he’s fine. Can somebody get him some water?”, he says “Classic Axel Lundén. The man is legendary for passing out, somehow regaining consciousness minutes later, emphatically claiming to be sober and then going for another drink. People laugh about it, call him superhuman. Personally, I find it terrifying.Your body is trying to tell you something. It's self-preservation, if you think about it. If you're incapacitated, you can't continue drinking yourself to death. How can I laugh? I just look at that and I my brain is screaming, "You're going to die! I'm going to lose you!" But there's literally no stopping him. All I can do is just follow around at his heels make sure he's okay.”.
    • Right below “I can hear the mile-wide smile in his voice, even though he’s standing in the shadows.”, he says ”Being drunk with all of my carefully contained teenage desires ripped out into the open, kissing Axel felt like soaring up to the heavens. Try as I might to remain grounded, knowing damn well it's a terrible idea, that I should get involved with him in that way, while he's... well... in that way. Alcohol makes it more difficult to resist the impulse. An incredibly chaotic evening was suddenly made magical by some cheap baubles hanging from string, a bit of opportune lighting and far too much alcohol clouding my common sense.

    Actually, that's not doing justice to the moment. In retrospect, it was beautiful. I wanted to kiss him. And I'm glad I did. That kiss had the power to change things and I could never regret it.”.

    • Right below “Do you really want to break me, too?”, he says “At this point, I'm panicking. What do I do? How do I protect him from himself? What if he tries to do something dangerous, more dangerous than running into the near-empty Oslo streets, and it's only me and my tiny frame to come between him and disaster? That, but also that we were in another country. I wasn't sure how to get him admitted somewhere; it was the middle of the night. Had we been in Stockholm, I would have known what to do. Or... it would have been easier to find out. It seemed wisest to just calm him down and allow him to sleep it off. So I did just that. Eventually, once he stopped crying, I got him to promise me he wouldn't do anything right then and there. That he would make it through the night. I question if it would be the right thing to do with anybody else, but that's the thing about Axel: He keeps his vows. I was shaken to my core, but I also knew I could trust his word.”.