Early Morning Hours of November 28th, 2000

The ringing of a phone broke through Fox Mulder's dreams. As usual, he dreamt of his sister Samantha, missing for 27 years now, since November 27th, 1973. He struggled to pull himself up out of sleep to answer the phone, the harsh sound drowning out his sister's voice as the dream faded away.

"Hello?" he asked as he picked up the phone, his voice groggy. He glanced at the digital display on his stove, just barely visible from his couch where he slept. It was 1:30 in the morning. "Yeah, this is Fox Mulder, who's calling?" His eyes suddenly widened in the darkness and when he spoke again all sleep was driven from his voice. "I'm on my way now."

Mulder drove to Martha's Vineyard alone. He had thought, briefly, of calling his FBI partner Dana Scully, but had dismissed the idea sometime between hanging up the phone and going to throw a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt on. This was a journey he had begun alone, and he needed to finish it alone. There would be time later to call Scully, if he needed to.

It was just before 10AM when Mulder walked into Martha's Vineyard Hospital. He had made what should have been more than a 9 hour drive in record time. The police officer who had called him, Lieutenant Reggie Davis, was waiting for him in the lobby. He held his hand out "Mr. Mulder. Thank you for coming down, we weren't expecting you for another hour or so yet."

Mulder shook the man's hand briefly, but he was clearly distracted. "Where is she?" he asked, looking around. His heart was beating too quickly now; he had to know if this was more trickery. Most of him already assumed that it was. He had given up years ago, really.

The officer suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Mr. Mulder, we seem to be having a slight, problem. We got a call last night, about midnight. The family who lives over at 2790 Vine Street were woken up by a little girl pounding on the front door. When Mrs. Avershaw opened the door, she said the little girl screamed and ran away from her. We went out to look around, and found a child, a girl approximately 7 or 8 years old, wandering around Vine Street barefoot, wearing a nightgown. When we asked her where she lived, she told us 2790 Vine Street, but that her parents weren't there when she knocked. Upon questioning her further, she told us that her name was Samantha Ann Mulder, and that she was born on November 21st, 1965." The police officer paused to see Mulder's reaction. Mulder looked at him impassively.

Seeing that the officer wasn't going to continue until he commented on what he had been told, Mulder nodded. "It's my sister's name and birth date. We grew up in Chilmark, at 2790 Vine Street. That's where we lived when Samantha disappeared in 1973."

"Yes, Mr. Mulder, I understand that. I've already been over the report that was initially filed after your sister's abduction, and the files pertaining to the search afterward. What I don't understand is a distraught little girl showing up out of nowhere in the middle of the night claiming to be someone who would be a 35 year old woman now." The officer paused and touched Mulder's arm gently. "Mr. Mulder, this can't be your sister. It's not possible. We called you here to identify that this girl is not who she says she is as a preliminary measure while we wait for DNA and dental comparisons to come in."

Mulder didn't answer him, but he did brush his hand over the cold picture frame in his pocket. Inside was a photograph of Samantha playing on a local playground the August before her disappearance. He had grabbed it on impulse as he went out the door.

The officer took Mulder to a room on the third floor. "Just look through the window, Mr. Mulder. You don't have to put yourself through anymore than that, I know this must be very difficult for you."

Mulder looked in the window. The fluorescent lights were harsh, and lit the room brightly. A little girl, tall for her age, with long dark hair sat on the examining table wearing a hospital gown. Her feet drummed against the table as she swung her legs nervously. At first her face was turned away, and Mulder's breath caught in his throat as she turned back to face forward and he could see her face. He stepped back from the door.

"Well Mr. Mulder?" Lieutenant Davis asked. "Can you give us your statement that that is not your sister?"

Mulder silently took the frame out of his pocket and popped the back open without showing the officer. "This is a picture of my sister, taken during the summer of 1973, a few months before she disappeared." Slowly Mulder turned the picture around and handed it to the officer. The officer's eyes widened in disbelief. The photograph, taken almost thirty years ago, was a picture of the same little girl that sat in the hospital room in front of them.

The next few hours went by in a blur. Mulder barely left the hallway outside of the hospital room, except for a brief stint to have his blood drawn to compare with the little girl's. He wasn't allowed in the room with her until the tests came back proving he was her relative. While he waited, several different officers came and went, asking her the same questions. Her story never wavered a bit.

"What's your full name? Your birthday? Your address?"

"Samantha Ann Mulder. November 22nd, 1965. 2790 Vine Street, Chilmark, Massachusetts."

"Who are your parents? Do you have any siblings?"

"Bill and Teena Mulder. I have a brother, Fox. He's twelve."

"What is the last thing you remember? And when was it?"

"I was playing Stratego with my brother before bed, last night I think. It was almost time for my movie to come on, the new John Wayne one, 'The Cowboys'. But Fox wanted to watch The Magician, and than there was a really bright light… and I don't remember anything after that, just opening my eyes and being outside my house. The door was locked, but Mom and Dad never lock it, and than there was some other lady there… When can I see my Mom and Dad?"

Mulder's heart gave a little jolt every time she asked that question. Their Father had died five years before, and their Mother had passed away only a few months earlier. Sometimes the question was amended to include asking for her brother too, but mostly she was asking about her parents.

A woman in a white lab coat approached him. She held out her hand and smiled a Doctor's reassuring smile. "Hello, Mr. Mulder? My name is Doctor Greene, we have the results of your blood test."

Mulder shook her hand, his heart beat quickening again. "What's the result? Is it a match?"

The woman's smile slipped. "Yes, Mr. Mulder. It is a match. Not only for the DNA results, but we also ran her fingerprints. I can't begin to explain how, but she is who she says she is." The Doctor looked extremely uncomfortable. "She appears healthy, she was slightly dehydrated when she came in, but we gave her fluids immediately. The only oddity I found was in her body chemistry. It shows signs of extremely prolonged weightlessness. The only similar cases were found in early Soviet cosmonauts, and her cases is more severe. I haven't seen the atrophied muscle or bone loss that should accompany it, not to the degree it should, but there is a very mild sign of bone density loss and muscle tone loss that we wouldn't normally see in a healthy eight year old child."

"Will she be alright?" Mulder asked, looking at the Doctor intently. He wasn't sure that he could take hearing that she was irreparably damaged, not now.

Again the Doctor looked uncomfortable. "Mr. Mulder, from everything I know and can tell, yes, she will be. She should regain muscle mass and bone strength within a few weeks, she'll just need regular exercise and vitamins. However, I cannot explain why she is an eight year old girl, and not a woman in her thirties. It makes me hesitant to give her any prognosis at all, if I may be frank with you."

Mulder nodded. "I understand." He looked into her room again. "Can I see her now?"

The Doctor nodded. "Yes, you may. The police should be getting temporary custody in order for you, as next of kin, until you can petition the courts for a more permanent arrangement. I understand both of your parents have already passed on?"

Mulder nodded. "Yes, they have. We don't have any other family."

"I'm very sorry for your loss, Mr Mulder." Doctor Greene touched his arm gently. "You may want to begin getting affairs in order for your sister. They'll be no reason to keep her past tomorrow at the latest."

Mulder stood outside the door, his hand gripping the knob, unable to open the door. He had waited so long, he had dreamt of this, over and over again. But in all of those dreams he had never imagined finding Samantha like this, unchanged, still the same little girl he had last seen all those years ago. Only in the dreams implanted by John Lee Roche had he ever imagined finding Samantha still a child. Not even after finding the child drones on the Farm. Taking a deep breath, Mulder pushed the door open.

The little girl turned her head at the sound of the door opening. She had been laying back in the bed, looking out the window. She regarded the man entering the room impassively, with no hint of recognition.

Mulder licked his lips and smiled at the girl gently. "Hi Samantha." he said, sitting in a chair next to her bed. His legs felt like rubber, and he was afraid they would stop supporting him if he didn't sit.

Samantha returned the smile out of politeness. "Hello." She watched the man in silence, but he didn't say anything else. "Are you another cop?" she asked him. "Did you find my Mom and Dad yet? They only went next store, to visit the Galbrands. Did you ask the Galbrands where they went?"

Samantha, the Galbrands have both been dead for over 15 years… Mulder thought as he gazed at her. The Galbrands had been their next door neighbors when they were children, and had been at least thirty years older than their parents.

"No, I'm not a cop." Mulder said, and he smiled slightly. A peculiar look on Samantha's face told him that she saw something familiar in the expression. He leaned towards her. "Samantha, my name is Fox."

The little girl's face split into a bright smile. "Really!? My brother's name is Fox! I never met anyone else named Fox." Samantha's feet swung and clanged against the examination table. "I hope my parents and my brother come soon. I can't wait to tell them I met someone else named Fox."

Mulder licked his lips. "Samantha… my name is Fox Mulder. I am your brother."

Samantha's smile turned to horror. "You… No you're not! You can't be! My brother is twelve! You, you're an old man! You're older than my Dad!"

Mulder was mildly taken aback. "I'm 39. Dad was 42 in 1973."

Samantha's lip curled and her eyebrow went up, her voice dripping with attitude. "Close enough. And anyway, you look older than my Dad."

Mulder gazed at her, than smiled. She was just as he remembered her. Spunky, outspoken, a Grade-A smart-ass.

Samantha gazed at him, at his smile. Her face suddenly turned glum, and she looked away. "It's true, isn't it? They keep telling me it's 2000, not 1973, all those cops. I didn't believe them, but..." She looked back at Fox. "But you're my brother, I know you are. I can see it. And if you're my brother, than it can't be 1973 anymore." She looked up at the T.V. "All the shows are different too, and when the news came on, it said November 28th, 2000." Samantha looked into her brother's eyes. "What happened, Fox? Why did you grow up, and I didn't yet? Why don't I remember anything?"

Mulder froze for a moment. "I, don't know, Samantha. I'm sorry." They sat silently for a few minutes, Mulder alternating looking at his sister and down at the floor. Samantha swung her legs against the table absently. Finally she looked over at her brother.

"Fox, where are Mom and Dad? Do they know yet?"

Mulder knew he couldn't ignore it anymore. "Samantha… I'm sorry. Dad, Dad passed away five years ago, in 1995. And Mom died last February."

Samantha didn't meet his eye at first, and when she did he saw she was starting to cry. "Mom and Dad, died?" she asked him, and it occurred to Mulder that Samantha had probably never really examined death before. The last of their grandparents had died when they were six and two, and Fox barely remembered them himself. Samantha couldn't have remembered them at all. They had never had any pets.

"I'm sorry, Samantha." Mulder repeated. He stood and tried to pat her awkwardly on the shoulder, unsure if the touch would frighten her. To his surprise, she immediately threw her arms around him. He stood stiffly for a moment, to shocked to move, than slowly hugged her back, gently, as though she might break, or disappear. A part of him suspected that this was all a very vivid dream, and he was still home, asleep on his couch. He raised one of his hands and patted her hair. It felt real to him.

Samantha cried, but only a little. It stopped before too long, but there was a sad, listless look on her face. "What happens now, Fox? Where do I go?"

Mulder smiled at her. "Well, I guess you come live with me now."

Samantha returned the smile. "Really?"

"Yeah, of course. Where else would you go?" Mulder asked. "I live in Washington, D.C. now, I work for the FBI."

Samantha's eyes went wide. "Wow, you're an FBI agent, Fox? That's so far out! Just like the TV show?"

Mulder chuckled at her. It was jarring to hear someone use the lingo they used as kids so easily. "Yeah, I guess you could say it's like the show, sort of."

Just than the door opened. Brother and sister turned to see who opened it with twin looks of mildly surprised interest. It was Doctor Greene. "Mr. Mulder? I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the room for a bit. We need to evaluate your sister again, take some more blood work. And she does need her rest to re-regulate her body chemistry."

Mulder stood. "Yes Ma'am." He turned to Samantha. "I'll be back soon."

Samantha grabbed his arm as he started past her. "Fox!"

Mulder paused and looked back towards the little voice. He remembered it so well. It had sounded so similar the night she was taken, when the bright lights had come. "It's alright, Samantha. I promise."

Samantha relinquished his arm grudgingly. "Just don't go too far, okay, Fox?"

Mulder smiled at her. "I'll be right in the hall. You need me, you just holler, okay?"

Samantha seemed to relax a little and nodded. It was still one of the hardest things he had ever done for Mulder to walk out the door.

Mulder stood in the hallway, watching through the window. After looking Samantha over, Doctor Greene joined him, leaving the nurse to take the blood samples.

"She's taking it well I see." the doctor commented as she came to stand beside Mulder. Mulder nodded, not taking his eyes off his sister while there was someone else in the room.

"I suggest you get some clothing together for her." Doctor Greene told him, still looking into the room. "All she came in wearing was the nightshirt. We should be releasing her today, providing the blood work shows that she is stable." Though she didn't say it, Mulder could hear fear in the young doctor's voice. Part of the reason for Samantha's quick release was that some of the staff was rather uncomfortable being around her. Rumors were already flying about the 'spooky' little girl in Room 1113.

After the doctor walked away Mulder pulled out his cell phone. It was time for him to get Scully involved. "Scully, it's me."

It was a quarter after seven when Dana Scully walked into the hospital, a plastic bag of clothing in her hand. Her face had a serious set. She had received a call from Mulder at 1:30 that afternoon, asking her to buy a few outfits for an eight year old girl, a pair of size 6 sneakers, and a collection of John Wayne movies. He'd asked her to catch the first flight she could get to Martha's Vineyard, than meet him at Martha's Vineyard hospital.

That had been it. He hadn't explained anything more, just that she'd understand when she got there. And that was how Dana found herself walking down the hallway in Emergency. She rounded the corner and saw Mulder leaning his forearms against a window, staring intently into a room, so intently that he didn't notice her approach.

"Mulder?" she said, and he turned quickly. A smile spread across his face, a smile like she had never seen on him before. He beckoned her over and pointed into the room.

Scully squinted, the light was dimmed in the room so the patient could sleep, but as her eyes adjusted she began to make out the face. Her jaw dropped, and the plastic bag slipped from limp fingers, spilling its contents onto the hallway tiles. She turned to Mulder, trying to understand how it could be.

"Mulder… is that… but how?" she asked. Mulder's smile continued to shine. "I don't know, Scully. I don't know how, but it's her. They ran her fingerprints, and matched her DNA to mine."

"But where did they find her?" Scully asked, looking back into the hospital room. "Does she know anything about where she's been, or why, why she is, the way she is?"

Mulder stood beside her, looking into the room as well. "All she remembers is seeing a bright light. She said it was like she blinked, and she was standing outside our house. She thought it was the next night, at the latest."

"She knows who she is?" Scully asked.

Mulder nodded. "Yes, she remembers everything right up to when she disappeared. It's like time stood still for her for 27 years."

Scully watched the sleeping child. This little girl had been the catalyst for so much in her life. Had Samantha not been abducted, Mulder almost certainly would not have found the X-Files, and he certainly would not have been drawn to them the way he was. She would never have been assigned to work with Mulder, they never would have uncovered the conspiracy, the Shadow Syndicate… Scully had often thought to herself that taking Samantha had been the most foolish thing the Syndicate had ever done. It had awakened the slumbering beast in her brother, with a tireless desire to destroy them. She couldn't shake the thought that this was another one of their tricks. She turned to Mulder, opening her mouth to tell him so.

"Will you go over her records?" he asked, and Scully shut her mouth, taken aback. "I know the DNA matches, but you know what to look for to see if anything looks, off. I need to know if she's a clone, a hybrid, anything besides a normal, relatively normal, eight year old human girl." Mulder's gaze was intense.

Scully nodded. "Of course, Mulder." They both turned back to the room as Samantha rolled over in her sleep. Dana slipped her hand into Mulder's and gave it a comforting squeeze.

Samantha Mulder ended up being released shortly before 8AM. Scully was unable to find any anomalies in her blood work or any of the other tests she had been given, nothing to indicate she was a clone, or a hybrid. There were no metallic implants found in the full body scans, no abnormal brain wave patterns. Nothing. As Doctor Greene had said, the only thing unusual was a slight loss of muscle tone and bone density, and her electrolytes were minorly imbalanced, the way an astronauts might be after enduring prolonged weightlessness. She stood outside the Emergency room exit, holding her brother's hand, while they waited for Scully to pull the car around. She yawned sleepily; they had woken her so she could get dressed and leave.

Mulder opened the door for her when the car pulled up. Samantha looked nervously at the red-headed woman behind the wheel, than glanced back at her brother.

"Samantha, this is my friend, Dana. She's my Partner at the Bureau." Mulder told her gently.

Scully smiled at the little girl. "Hi Samantha. Your brother's told me a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet you."

Samantha returned the smile a bit bashfully. "Hi." she said quietly, as she climbed into the car.

Mulder and Scully had slept in the chairs in the waiting room for Emergency. Neither had gotten much sleep, but they had not talked much either, both too lost in their own thoughts. Now they had a long nine hour drive ahead of them. The drive was mostly spent in silence, Samantha watching a world she no longer knew pass before her. "Everything looks so, different." Samantha commented, looking at the cars.

Scully looked at the little girl in the rear view mirror. The girl was dressed in a lilac colored long-sleeve t-shirt with a hood and a pair of dark blue jeans with pink flowers embroidered on the bottom. The shirt was a little too baggy, and the jeans were too short for Samantha's long legs. The pink and white sneakers fit at least. "Are you feeling okay, Samantha?" Scully asked for the third time. Samantha nodded, than added "I'm hungry." Scully smiled at her in the mirror. "How about McDonald's?" For the first time, she saw the kid genuinely smile.

When they finally returned to the DC area, it was just after 6PM. Mulder dropped Scully off at her house.

"Bye Dana!" Samantha called sunnily from the backseat. They had bonded a bit over chicken nuggets and vanilla milkshakes, and Samantha's initial shyness was ebbing away.

Scully smiled at her. She had taken a genuine liking to the little girl. It amused her when Mulder and Samantha gestured similarly, or made a similar facial expression. Samantha was also the only person Scully'd ever met who could out-smart-ass Mulder with ease. It had been fun being able to team up against her partner for once.

"Bye Samantha, it was nice meeting you." Scully told her, waving. On impulse she added "Maybe if your brother says it's alright we can go shopping tomorrow, and find you some clothes that fit a little better."

Samantha bounced in the backseat. "Really? Can we Fox? Please?" Samantha asked, turning to her brother.

Mulder was disconcerted to see his own puppy dog gaze turned on him. "Yeah, sure. Why not?" he answered, folding quickly. He was already realizing that it was going to be extremely difficult to tell Samantha 'no' about anything.

"Yay!" Samantha yelled enthusiastically, making her brother's ear ring. Mulder didn't say a word, and barely winced when she turned away.

Scully smiled at the girl's reaction. 'I'll see you both tomorrow."

"Fox, where's all my stuff?" Samantha asked as Mulder pulled up to the curb outside his apartment.

Mulder killed the engine. "Well, Mom kept most of it. After I sold her house, I moved the stuff I didn't want to throw away to a storage unit."

"Did you keep my stuff?" Samantha asked, a strange sorrowful look in her eyes.

Mulder didn't answer immediately. He was thinking of going through the stuff in his Mother's home after she died. He had thrown most of it away, but he hadn't been able to part with Samantha's things. He had tried to, telling himself there was no reason to throw money away on a storage unit he didn't need, just to fill it with things that had belonged to a girl who had been gone for over a quarter of a century.

"Yes, I still have it." he answered softly. He looked at Samantha in the rear view mirror. "You want to go get it?" He couldn't help returning the expression when Samantha smiled and nodded vigorously.

It was already dark when they got to the U-Store lot, but it had 24/7 access. Mulder pulled up to one of the small outside units. Bright white flooded the area harshly, leaving only the corners with any shadows. The sound of the door rolling up sounded like thunder in the silent lot.

"Here, Samantha. These ones are yours." Mulder pulled several medium-size boxes out of the narrow unit. There was a mild sense of trepidation as Samantha opened one.

A large smile spread across Samantha's face. "My glove!" she said happily, pulling a well-worn beige baseball glove out of the box. The smile faltered quickly when she got a good look at it. The leather was cracked, the seams were coming undone. Samantha slipped her hand into it and punched the center, and bits crackled off into dust. She looked up at her brother, her eyes wide. It had been a prized possession, kept in tip-top shape.

"I'm sorry, Samantha." Mulder said quietly. "It sat for a long time in the basement..."

Samantha pulled the glove off without a word and dropped it back into the box. Most of her other scavenging went much the same way. Most of her clothes were moth-eaten, and everything had a worn antique look to it.

Mulder watched her go through the boxes, and it broke his heart to watch her excitement turn to confusion and unhappiness. Just when he thought the trip was going to be a complete bust, Samantha let out a loud happy squeal.

"ARTHUR!" she cried, diving into a box, and returning with her arms wrapped tightly around a large brown lump.

Mulder smiled when he recognized who Arthur was. Samantha had received the teddy bear the Christmas she was two. His blue bow tie had long since been half unraveled.

Samantha ran over and threw her arms around her brother, Arthur still clutched tightly in one hand. "Thank you, Fox! Thank you for not getting rid of him!"

"Of course I didn't rid of old Artie; he's practically family." Mulder answered, thankful that Samantha didn't ask about Arthur's nickname. After Samantha had disappeared, Mulder had taken the teddy bear into his own room. It had even gone to college with him, before being returned to Samantha's belongings after he returned home. He had bestowed the nickname of 'Artie' on the bear during that time.

Mulder leaned down and began packing the boxes up. "You want to take anything else, Samantha?" he asked her, and she shook her head, holding Arthur as tightly as she could, a rapturous expression on her face.

Samantha walked around the small apartment, Arthur held tightly in the crook of one arm. She smiled when she saw the fish, and she was enamored with Mulder's large television. She had never imagined a TV could be so big. She jumped up and down when he showed her the John Wayne Collection he'd had Scully pick up and explained that she could watch any John Wanye movie she wanted whenever she wanted.

Mulder grinned at her reaction. He and Samantha had fought a lot as kids, but no more than most siblings did. He was experiencing the feeling of being the hotshot older brother who did and knew the coolest things again. He had dreamed of having one more chance with Samantha, one more day to spend time with her, to make her smile, to see her be happy. "You want to watch one now?" he asked, expecting the same excited reaction.

Samantha paused. "Can I watch it tomorrow?" she asked. "I'm kind of tired now."

"Yeah, of course. You can watch it whenever you want." Mulder told her. "You feeling OK?"

Samantha nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just tired."

Mulder gave her one of his t-shirts to wear for bed until they went out to get clothes the next day. It hung loose on her skinny frame, hanging down below her knees. Mulder hesitated, than kissed the top of her head, the way their Father had done almost every night so many years ago. "If you need anything just call me, I'll be right on the couch Mulder promised.

Samantha smiled at him. "Thanks, Fox. Goodnight." As soon as the bedroom door closed, Samantha's smile fell away. She sat down on the bad, Arthur in her lap, and looked around the bedroom. Everything felt so unfamiliar and strange. She considered fleeing the unfamiliar loneliness of the bedroom for the living room, where she could hear the TV playing softly, but decided to stick it out anyway. She laid down on the cold sheets, sheets that hadn't been used in more than a month because Mulder barely ever slept in his bedroom, and held the Teddy Bear tight.

It took Mulder longer to fall asleep that night than normal, because he kept getting up to check on his sister, to make sure she was still there. When he did finally drift off to sleep, the old dream came to plague him. He and Samantha, 12 and 8, playing Stratego. The argument over the television, the bright light filling the room…

Mulder twisted in his sleep, tears staining his face. "Sam… Samantha! Samantha!" he called out. Normally his cries went unheard in an empty apartment, but tonight there was someone to hear.

Samantha walked out of the bedroom, rubbing her eyes and yawning. "Fox? Did you call me?" she asked, not realizing he was asleep. When she saw he was sleeping she shook his arm. "Fox. Fox! Wake up!"

Normally in the dream, Samantha's voice faded away to nothing. But this time it got stronger, louder. And in the dream his paralysis broke, and instead of watching Samantha disappear, he ran to her and grabbed her, pulling her back into the window, into his arms…

"FOX!" Samantha yelled, and Mulder jumped awake. He saw Samantha standing next to him, eyes wide, and pulled the startled little girl into his arms. He hugged her tight, like she was going to float away if he didn't.

Samantha felt his wet cheek against her. She hugged him back once she got over the initial shock. It was the first time he had really hugged her since she'd come back. Up until than he'd been treating her like a porcelain doll that might break. When he finally released her she sat on the couch next to him, looking slightly concerned.

"I'm sorry, Samantha." Mulder said, wiping his eyes. "I'm sorry, I, had a nightmare, I didn't mean to wake you up."

"I know, Butt-munch." Samantha replied, amicably enough, patting his back lightly. "Are you okay now?"

Mulder smiled at her. "Yeah. I really think I am."