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An inch might as well be a mile. That was what Haku was thinking, at least, as her ice senbon slid into the neck of the Uchiha heir. She'd accounted for him squirming out of the way of her senbon, but not for his preternatural eyes. She'd calculated where he was going to dodge and thrown accordingly. He'd seen her minute muscle tensions and started to dodge before she even threw, throwing off her calculations.

It was funny what an inch of difference could make. The difference between, say, an innocent nerve cluster that could paralyse, and the carotid artery.

Sasuke went down in a gush of blood as Naruto looked on, stunned.

"Sasuke!" he screamed, ignoring the battle and rushing to his teammate's side.

"Dobe," Sasuke said. His voice was quavering as he spoke, and his eyes were unfocused. He reached up his hand to poke Naruto's forehead. "Don'-"

The voice trailed off as Sasuke's eyes closed and he lost consciousness.

"Sasuke! Hold on! I'll get us out of here!"

"It is hard to lose your precious people, isn't it?" Haku said. "I'm sorry to tell you that your path will only lead to more of this."

"Shut. Up," the blonde replied, the temperature inside the ice dome rising. "You don't get to say anything right now. I'll kill you!"

Haku had been preparing to fly out of one of the mirrors, but was blasted back by a wave of oppressive chakra.

"What is this boy?" she wondered.

Kakashi and Zabuza were at a stalemate; oversized cleaver being held at bay by a simple kunai. The wave of chakra awoke tragic memories in Kakashi, while Zabuza wondered out loud.

"What the hell is that?"

"That's the cue for us to finish this," the cyclops said.

He jumped back, ran a finger through a cut on his arm, and summoned his nin-dogs. They burst into being all around Zabuza and bit down hard, holding him in place, as Kakashi gripped his right wrist.

'I hope I'm not too late...'

"Chidori!"

Another mirror cracked under the enraged jinchūriki's assault and Haku found that she no longer had the chakra control to repair it. The red mist permeating the dome was burning her and ruining her concentration. She braced herself as a blood red claw came out of the mist and batted her through a cracked mirror and out of the dome, in clear sight of her master.

"Zabuza-sama," she said, just in time to see Kakashi's hand cleave through his torso. Her wail of anguish was loud and tragic enough to reach everybody on the bridge - even Naruto in his demonic haze. The cheerful blonde's normal personality broke through and the red chakra receded, forced down by his consciousness.

The copy-nin withdrew his hand, watching the life leave his foe's eyes, as the chakra mist sustained by Zabuza's life receded, giving everyone on the bridge a clear view of Gato's mercenary army.

"Shit, you've seen us," Gato said. "Should've hired some better ninja to take care of you. He was a loser and a weakling, but I thought the demon of the mist would at least be able to off a few treehuggers. You get what you pay for, I guess."

The enfeebled Haku staggered to her feet and lumbered over to the magnate.

"Zabuza-sama was NOT a weakling. He was one of the seven swordsman of the mist, and a far better man than you."

"Says his tool. Funny, I thought tools couldn't speak. And I haven't forgotten you breaking my wrist. No... Boys?" the diminutive man said, addressing his mercenary army. "Kill her. Kill all of them. A bonus for whoever can bring me a head and whoever can bring me the loser's sword."

At the blatant disrespect of her father figure, Haku's chakra recovered and started to spike. Kakashi guided Tazuna and Sakura away from Gato, leaving Naruto well alone for the moment. The normally cheerful blond was recovering from his bloodlust, with the red chakra running through his body evaporating slowly.

Haku ran through a series of one-handed seals and screamed. Mirrors coalesced along the sides of the bridge, leaving a corridor occupied solely by the ice ninja and the hired army. As if on cue, the mercenaries rushed forward and Haku sprang into action.

She darted into a mirror and was instantly transported to the rear of the army, where she took down the last row of men with a series of jagged ice spears. Gone was the control over ice and accuracy with senbon that the Konoha team had come to know her for. Hearing the screams of their comrades, several mercenaries turned around, only to be met with a field of bloody ice. Haku darted to the front of the army and repeated the slaughter. The charging men finally stopped, hemmed in on all sides by ice mirrors or a minefield of frozen javelins. With her enemies' movements halted, Haku emerged from the rear of the bridge and slowly moved through hand signs.

"You took my purpose for living from me. Now I will show you despair. Ice Style: Needle Forest Technique!"

From the ground, the air, and the mirrors on either side of the bridge, lances made of ice came into existence and shot through the crowd of men, crisscrossing at high velocity and embedding themselves in anything that came across their path. After thirty seconds, the technique ended and Haku collapsed to the ground, separated from the Konoha ninja by a forest of ice. Just as she struggled to get to her feet and leave, a thick boot stamped down on her neck and planted her back into the ground.

"Fancy. But you ninja are useless once you run out of chakra," Gato said. "The great leveller, I suppose. Even I'm enough to take you out of the equation now."

He was clutching a ninja-to that had been hidden previously, and brought it down to skewer Haku in the torso. But suddenly, a clawed hand burst out of his chest and the blade fell to the ground, only cutting the floored girl slightly.

"It was you," Naruto growled, as his blood-red eyes narrowed at the businessman. "She may have thrown the needle, but you sent the order."

Gato tried to speak, to use his silver tongue to escape this situation, but words finally failed him when the leaf ninja's hand withdrew and his lifeblood splattered along the bridge.

"Feel happy I granted you this mercy," Naruto said. "It's more than you deserve."

With that, the Kyūbi's chakra receded for a second time and the jinchūriki collapsed next to the rogue ninja. He stared into her eyes as his sensei finally bypassed the ice forest and tended to his student. The shame and regret in Haku's eyes stayed with him far after he lapsed into unconsciousness.

"Somebody would have to carry and feed her. It's too much hassle. We should just kill her and leave her here. It's as much as she deserves for killing Sasuke-kun!"

"That isn't our decision to make, Sakura. The fight is over now. She has a valuable bloodline that Konoha may be able to use, and executions are the team leader's decision. As team leader, I think the Hokage would rather I stayed my hand and brought her home. That is that, and the end of the discussion."

The bedroom door closed as Kakashi walked out and Naruto woke up. He lifted himself into a sitting position and surveyed the room.

"Sakura-chan, what were you talking about?"

"Oh Naruto, you're-"

She crashed into him, hugging him tightly and tearing up. Naruto stiffly put his arms around her and let her cry, reflecting on how, even a day ago, this would have been a dream come true. Now he just patted her back and let the tears flow, trying valiantly not to break down too.

Hatake Kakashi had been a broken man since long before he'd taken on Team 7. Broken since the death of his teammate, and fractured even further when he'd been forced to kill his remaining teammate. Then his sensei died, along with a sizeable portion of the village, and he'd thrown himself into the ANBU Black Ops in an attempt to find peace or death. Now his chance at possibly redeeming himself, of protecting Obito's legacy, was ruined. And it was his fault. As jōnin, he'd made the call to continue the mission. Despite his students' enthusiasm, the responsibility fell solely on him. And it ate at him.

He had sealed Sasuke's body into a scroll, as well as Zabuza's and his giant sword. The spoils of war would be wanted by the Hokage, even though Kakashi doubted they would result in leniency in any way. The last loyal Uchiha was dead, and his head would roll for this. True, he was the last wielder of the Sharingan in his village, but two new eyes had come onto the market, making him… potentially replaceable.

The villagers that Inari had rounded up hadn't had to do anything in the end, merely coming onto the scene of a slaughter and seeing their bridge turned into a grotesque monument to ninjutsu. Work was halted until the ice melted and the body parts could be cleared away, which was estimated to take nearly a week. In that time, Team 7 was still required to guard the bridge builder - with all that had happened, they weren't going to let the mission fail as well. Kakashi wouldn't let the mission fail. He wasn't trash. No, he thought, as he looked across the bridge and the scene of his student's death. No, he was something much worse.

Sakura had left to wander around the recovering village, and Naruto was alone. The truth had finally sunk in - Sasuke was dead, it wasn't some illusion or hallucination. The blond ninja had always been lighthearted in the worst of situations, somehow taking all the grief from his village and turning it into motivation. He wanted to become Hokage, have everybody acknowledge him, and protect his previous people. But he now realised - that dream was backwards. He'd already lost a teammate. He may not have ever vocalised it, but Sasuke was important to him. A benchmark, an object of scorn, and somehow, along the way, a friend. The boy had sacrificed himself so that Naruto could live. That was the mark of a comrade. A friend.

But becoming the Hokage in order to protect his precious people was useless if they were already dead. You can't succeed to office in order to gain the people's respect - you must already have it. And that was when Naruto's plans fell to pieces around him. No, his dream was backwards. First he would protect his precious people. Then he would gain recognition. And it was then, and only then, he could become Hokage. More than that, he had to live for both himself and Sasuke now, which meant following Sasuke's dream.

'I have work to do if I want to become Hokage,' he thought. 'And kill… a particular man.'

The clearing where he had first met Haku was quiet now. There was still dew collected in the grass and marks on the trees from where he'd been practicing tree climbing. With a cross seal, he summoned two shadow clones and issued orders.

"I want you to go and scout the area, see if there's anybody nearby. And I want you to do the tree climbing exercise, so I can watch and see if there's any way I can improve."

The clones nodded and got to work. Naruto scrutinised his clone as it slowly tottered up the tree, and saw a few moments where the chakra flow cut off and the clone slipped.

"It's harder than before, boss," the clone said. "I think we have more chakra than we did before."

Naruto nodded, confused, as he continued to watch the clone's progress. After the second ascent, a whirlwind of disconnected memories slammed into his head. His clone that had been sent to scout had been distracted by a squirrel and tripped over a root, slamming into the ground and dispelling itself. Naruto looked around the clearing in confusion, as his clone fell out of the tree and dispersed into a cloud of smoke. The memory influx happened again, and this time Naruto could tell that the clone had been just as confused as he was, and unable to stay glued to the tree.

Naruto was by no means stupid. What he lacked was an effective formal education, experience and wisdom. While no ninja his age would be expected to have the latter two qualities, everybody expected him to have the former, leading to the general ninja populace's assumption that the boy was just a bit dense. But Naruto, in his own way, was rather brilliant. He'd pieced together a usable, if pathetic, taijutsu style despite being taught all the wrong forms in the academy and being criticised whenever he got something right. He'd managed to survive despite grossly inflated grocery prices in the village. His kunai and shuriken accuracy was decent, despite the wrongly-weighted equipment he'd been 'gifted' by a 'concerned villager'. His textbooks had been altered to show all the wrong handseals, causing Naruto difficulty with even the most basic of techniques. But he'd still managed to learn the kawarimi and henge techniques, with the basic clone technique only being out of reach due to his abysmal chakra control. When he'd left the academy, he'd barely known what chakra was, but was still using it passably. And when presented with a scroll of forbidden techniques that hardly any of his village's ninja knew, he'd learned one of them in less than an hour, whilst avoiding ANBU, and being hardly able to read the complicated language the scroll used.

"So, what did the scroll say?" he muttered, dredging up the sentences he'd tried to memorise. "Compression and crystallisation of expressed chakra, resulting in a user facsimile with equal chakra distribution and identical memory and personality traits. Facsimile combat proficiency a fraction of the original's potential, but can be increased with technique mastery and chakra control. Provides an even distribution of chakra amongst summoned clones and a return of chakra upon dispersement, dependent upon circumstances and intention of said dispersement. Ah!" he said, as he got to the line he'd been thinking of. "Memories and experiences of facsimile are conveyed to the user and any existing facsimiles upon dispersement, making this an effective technique for scouting and a minor complementary training tool. Caution: dispersement in excess of ten facsimiles, in any circumstance, has resulted in neural damage and even death, and the demanding chakra costs (even division of chakra) are beyond all but jōnin-level shinobi. To be classified as an A-rank kinjutsu based on these factors."

Naruto mulled this for a few minutes, trying to fill in the gaps and determine what that meant. His practical experience, having used the technique for a few months, allowed him to fill in the gaps. His clone's memories came back to him, and that meant he could learn things faster. Strategies, techniques, anything that wasn't physical. But back when he'd defeated Mizuki, he'd created nearly a thousand clones and they'd all dispersed at the same time. He'd then managed to wait for Iruka's medical help, return the scroll (under ANBU supervision), get lectured and congratulated by the old man in equal measure, and stumble home before passing out. The next morning he was fine again. That either meant the scroll was wrong, or that he was somehow different.

'Maybe they put that bit about the brain damage in there to scare people off using the technique for super awesome training, or the Hokage didn't want anybody pumping out thousands of them and becoming stronger than him! Or…' his thoughts turned to the malicious presence inside him. 'Maybe the fox is healing me all the time, and that's why I'm never tired after exercising, or after dismissing all those clones…'

Deciding to carry on with his training, Naruto summoned a hundred clones and set them all to find trees and start climbing. Every hour, twenty clones were to dismiss themselves and pass on the experience to the others, which would make the ones already practicing even better. Although he didn't know it, Naruto had uncovered the possibilities of exponential experience gain. Knowing that his body wouldn't benefit from shadow clone training, he started running, pushing his body as hard as he could.

When the five hours were up, Naruto was covered in sweat, sitting in the same clearing. The trees were covered in charred marks from all the chakra explosions from when his clones had started experimenting. It had been difficult to exercise while all the information rushed in, but he had soon learned to put the information influx towards the back of his mind while he concentrated on other things. He knew that getting distracted by a dispelled shadow clone could spell out death in battle. He put his hands in the ram seal to concentrate his chakra to summon more clones. Way more clones. His chakra control was better now, the result of about two weeks of accumulated experience, but his goal was perfect control. He remembered Iruka-sensei mentioning that one of the most advanced chakra control exercises involved following the path of chakra inside one's body with the mind's eye and then watching as you pumped it into the world around you. The first Hokage had apparently meditated like this for a week in the hills above Konoha before using the technique that created the forests they now lived within. He figured that, if he was going to learn a chakra control exercise to death, it might as well be the most difficult one possible.

It was amazing how much better his grasp of his chakra was now. He switched from the ram seal to the cross seal and shouted.

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

The clearing erupted into smoke as kage bunshin burst into being. The interesting thing about shadow clones is that they emerge knowing what their creator wants them to do, making verbal orders unnecessary. The thousand clones all ran off into the forest to find a secluded area to perform the meditation exercise in. These ones had been told that ten of them should disperse every six minutes. The blond knew that shorter intervals should speed up the training, and hopefully the dispersements would be easier to deal with. He got started on some punches and kicks while he waited for his clones to do their work. It would take ten hours for all of the clones to disperse, during which Naruto planned to exercise and get some sleep.

After eighteen minutes Naruto felt the pressure of his clones' experience grow strong, and the next set dispersing gave him a mild headache. This continued for the hour, until the first hundred were gone. The pressure reached a high point, and he collapsed mid-pushup.

Naruto awoke slumped against a wall covered in piping. He was shin-deep in stagnant water and he couldn't see an end to either side of the corridor he was in. Shrugging off the confusion, he picked a direction and trudged off into the distance. As he walked, he focused on his chakra and pulsed it, trying to see if this was an illusion. No deal.

The walk didn't end up taking too long before the corridor opened up into a huge room with a ceiling that led somewhere off into the distance. And, before him, a gigantic cage, held closed by a simple slip of paper.

"I didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon," a voice boomed from the darkness.

"Who are y-" Naruto stared as the figure loomed into view. "Kyūbi."

"That's right, brat. Me. And you should be thanking me for bringing you here. I just saved you from death, or at least insanity."

"What do you mean?"

"The way you were dispelling your clones. With every clone you dispelled, the rest gained more experience that simply accumulated. You know how many hours of experience you'd racked up before I knocked you out and brought you here? Let's just say it measured in the years. Over three hundred thousand of them."

"Three hundred thousand… years?"

"Years. And you had nine hundred clones left with around the same amount of experience left. Each. Just thank your stars that I managed to dispel them without their knowledge getting passed on. Have you felt your chakra? It should feel like an extension of your body right now. Even I'm not as well-accustomed with my chakra as you will be when I finish filtering out your memories."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'm holding onto the memories and experience so that you don't die from the psychic shock, slowly releasing them so that you don't go mad. Which brings me to the next part of our conversation. A deal."

"What kind of deal were you thinking?"

"I'm glad to see you realise I'm not doing this for free. As I'm sure you noticed, I was able to knock you unconscious and bring you here. I will swear not to do this again and filter your memories, in exchange for you learning how to make it nicer around here and letting me have the experience of your senses when I want."

"So you basically want to spy on me from your nice house inside my mind. Well I have a requirement too. You give me willing access to your chakra whenever I need it."

"I could agree to that, but for more than you're offering me so far. What I'd need for that… is for you to eventually rip off this seal and fight me for full control."

"What? Bullshit. I can't defeat you in combat. You're a bijū! A force of nature. It isn't possible."

"Possible? It's been done before, loath though I am to say. You'll have a chance, and five years to train. Then I get my chance to escape."

"Twenty years."

The kyūbi gave a bone-rattling sigh.

"Ten."

"…fine. Deal."

Naruto came to, once again, in the clearing. His head was pounding, but his body felt more powerful than ever. He could feel the chakra flowing through his body like a series of waves; each tenketsu pulsed slightly. Figuring that he should get back to his team, he dusted himself off and started on a light jog back.

Kakashi was sitting in a tree overlooking the house when Naruto got back. The man was swinging his legs, staring vacantly into the sky. Naruto walked up the tree and stepped onto the same branch.

"Kakashi-sensei," he said.

The man tilted his head slightly, indicating that he was aware of the boy's presence.

"You need to get stronger. We all do."

Kakashi's head moved back, staring at the horizon once more.

"It wasn't a lack of strength that led to this," he said. "It was bad decisions. My bad decisions."

"Sensei… Regardless of why this happened or whose fault it was, we still need to get stronger. To stop this from happening again. What if, next time, it's Sakura who's at risk? Or me? Or the Hokage? And anyway, I have a new goal now. I need to fulfil Sasuke's ambition."

"You mean to kill that man?"

Naruto nodded.

"Do you even know who he meant?"

"I didn't, but I'm sure someone does. And he must have had a good reason for it."

"Naruto… You know that Sasuke was the last of his clan? Well there's a good reason for that. His clan was killed. Everyone he ever cared about, his entire family, killed. By his brother. For some reason, his brother spared Sasuke and Sasuke alone, torturing him before he fled the village and became a missing-nin. That's the man you say you have to kill… Uchiha Itachi, the man who singlehandedly destroyed Konoha's most prominent clan. You really think you can do that?"

Naruto was silent for a few seconds.

"Yes. I can do that. And you're going to help me."

Kakashi finally looked at Naruto, seeming to come out of his funk somewhat.

"And why? Why should I? You'd be safer if I just let you and Sakura find a different sensei. I know someone who'd happily take you on as an apprentice and I can get Sakura a place as a medic-nin. I've made too many mistakes to carry on teaching. I was better for the village in ANBU black ops. What have I even taught you? Teamwork exercises that mean nothing now. Tree climbing that's of no use against any serious enemy."

"We don't need you to spoon feed us every little thing. You taught us tree climbing. Well, we've both mastered that. We're still a team. All we need is some direction."

"You both completed the exercise passably, but I can't say you've mastered it. I didn't teach you that well."

"Want to try me?"

Kakashi sighed.

"Fine. If you've mastered the technique, you should be able to skate along vertical surfaces. It's a difficult technique that most people don't have the control to use or never bothered to learn. You channel enough chakra to the front of your foot to pull and channel more chakra to the back of your foot to push. The resulting imbalance lets you skim along without falling off."

Naruto stepped onto the trunk and concentrated. After a false start, he was happily zipping up and down the tree, laughing uproariously.

"Haha! This is great! Much better than walking."

He zipped all the way to the ground and started zipping around Tazuna's house, startling Tsunami as she looked up out of the window. He was stopped from his fun when Kakashi landed in front of him, having followed him via tree.

"How is that possible? You shouldn't have the control for that at all."

"I practiced, Kakashi-sensei. I told you."

Kakashi stared at the boy. His mind flashed back to a picture he'd seen in the shinobi archives, of his own sensei, the fourth Hokage, at the same age. The two of them were unmistakably similar, and Kakashi could finally see gleams of Minato's brilliance shining through in the boy. The third Hokage had never explicitly stated that Naruto was Minato's son, but Kakashi had been around when Kushina was pregnant, he'd known what the couple intended to call their child, and he knew that Minato was too noble to sacrifice any child other than his own. He'd had the opportunity to guard the child every so often but saw far more of Kushina in the kid than his father.

But chakra gliding took an intense level of chakra control. Typically only jōnin, genjutsu specialists or medics reached that level. And, as a genin of no more than two months, Naruto had reached the same level. Perhaps the boy was right.

"Okay, Naruto, I'll train you until we get back to Konoha. If I'm still your sensei after I report to the Hokage, then we'll see about carrying on. If you can bring Sakura out here then we can begin."

Naruto ran into Tazuna's house and pulled a morose Sakura out into the back garden.

"Why are you dragging me out here, baka?" she asked. "Can't you just leave me be?"

"Sensei is training us, Sakura. We need to keep our edge!"

The reluctant kunoichi let the enthusiastic blond drag her along until they came to a stop in front of their teacher. The brooding man pulled two slips of paper out of a pouch and handed them to the genin.

"This is chakra paper. You have to channel chakra into it and it will reveal your nature affinities."

"Oh, I've read about this," Sakura hummed. "Made from chakra trees, burns for fire, crumbles for earth, crumples for lightning, splits for wind and moistens for water."

Kakashi nodded.

"That's right. Now try it."

Sakura sent a pulse of energy into the paper and it crumbled to dust, which then start to smoulder. She let the particles fall through her fingers, giving a small 'huh' in surprise.

Naruto followed suit. The paper split into several pieces, a few of which moistened and turned into a sodden mess.

"Earth and fire for Sakura, wind and water for Naruto. Interesting. Of course, that only shows what you'll find easiest. I'm sure this won't stop Naruto from trying to learn lightning techniques though, will it?"

"You'd better believe it!" the teen shouted, falling back on his old personality. "What kind of Hokage would I be if I could only use two elements?"

"So let me get this straight. You decided to take a team of genin, a team which included the last member of a founding clan of the village and our village's jinchūriki, on a mission that had been misclassified as a C-rank but you knew could have enemy ninja targeting your team. Despite encountering an A-rank jōnin and his accomplice, you continued with the mission, directly resulting in the death of one of the previously-mentioned genin?"

Kakashi looked the Hokage in the eye as he nodded, concealed face drooping in guilt.

"That's about it, yes."

"So, before I make my decision, do you want to suggest how I should go from here? Because, honestly, it will be a hard decision either way."

"I know, Hokage-sama, and I'm sorry for putting you in this situation. If I could make a suggestion, it would be to give Sasuke's eyes to his remaining teammates and let me take them away. Train them. You can't trust my judgement on missions, but a training trip is within my abilities. Naruto has taken on Sasuke's reason for living, similarly to how I reacted to Obito's death. If sensei had been able to take us away and make us into a better team and better individual ninja, well… maybe I wouldn't have had to kill Rin."

Kakashi paused.

"It was killing Rin that awoke my Mangekyo Sharingan. I think that the trauma of Sasuke's death is still so raw that it could awake it in both Naruto and Sakura. I know it sounds mercenary, but the power of the Mangekyo Sharingan isn't something to be sniffed at or passed over."

"So," the Hokage said. "You want me to go directly over the heads of the clans and council, give your two remaining students Sharingan eyes, and let you take them out of the village, again for an extended period of time?"

Kakashi remained silent, not wanting to give the Hokage any better reason to refuse him.

"I will grant the first request and consider the second. I'm not sure I trust you without supervision for the foreseeable future, but I can see what is to be done. For now, bring Naruto and Sakura here so that I can talk to them alone. Inform Tenshu-san from the hospital that he is needed in the clinic in this building. And I will deal with the scrolls you brought back. Although this mission was increased to A-rank, I'm of half a mind to mark it as a failure as punishment. But it was no fault of your students, so I will let it remain. They will receive A-ranked pay and the bounty for Momochi's body. The Kubikiribōchō will be traded back to Mist in due time, likely when the civil war ends. Dismissed."

Kakashi disappeared in a burst of smoke and the Hokage was left alone with the three scrolls the jōnin had left.

"Oh dear. Sasuke… I'm so sorry Itachi," he said.

He took out his pipe and started puffing on it furiously. This was going to be a long week.

AN: I don't like having to read things from authors before starting to read a fic, so my ANs will be at the bottom, and if you want to skip them and blaze through the story, go nuts. I don't think any of my ideas are original, but none are intentional plagiarism; I've just read so much by now that all the fanon has blurred into one. If you see a concept that you think's lifted from another fic, shout it out, give me a reference if possible, and I'll verify in the next AN. And I changed the name to something a little simpler and a bit more punderful. 'til Sunday.