September 17th, 2012- Day of the blackout

"So, who can tell me why it's important to have checks and balances within the government? Why is it that the Supreme Court holds sway over the Legislative branch?"

My pen scribbled in my notebook as the professor spoke and I wrote my answer before raising my hand, not looking up.

"Yes Becca?" he called.

"Because if the Legislative body created a law that was unconstitutional the Supreme Court can challenge it and strike it down. Likewise, if a common citizen brings a case before the court and challenges the constitutionality of a case or a law, the Supreme Court can choose to strike it down. Checks and balances must be upheld so that no part of the government holds all of the power and somehow gains a stranglehold over the others, thereby creating a dictatorship."

I glanced up to see Professor Mason raise his brows and smile. "Very good Becca." He turned and smiled at the class, "I hope you all wrote that down."

My phone buzzed and I looked at the screen.

Know it all :D

I smirked at the text from my best friend Hannah. It wasn't my fault that my father worked for the government and had drilled the basics about civil liberty and history into me since I was a small child.

Plus, I wanted to be a politician someday. Not the kind my father was. His work with the DoD was Top Secret and made him tense, irritable, and angry. I wanted to serve as a Congresswoman or a Senator and make real change happen.

I wanted to help people.

Keep that up and I won't help you study for the final.

Hannah was smart, but she didn't do well studying. She much preferred to party. Not that I minded, she forced me out of my room after I had been studying for hours and needed a break. But occasionally it was me who needed to keep an eye on her.

Actually most of the time.

I need your help because you're a know it all…and it's why I love you 3

I laughed softly and shook my head. Turning my chin I caught Hannah's eye and grinned at her. She grinned back before I turned back to my notebook and continued taking notes. American Politics 202 was an easy class compared to having dinner with my father.

I sighed, thinking about the last family dinner I had gone to.

My fingers played with my fork, pushing my chicken around the plate. Dad was orating about something that was happening at work, something that would "save the world." I sighed softly, wishing my water in front of me was a glass of wine.

Ever since my brother Eddie died in Afghanistan six months ago, dad has been obsessed with finding a way to stop the terrorists and save the world.

The thought of Eddie's smiling face makes my breath catch and my eyes tear up. I quickly grab my water glass and sip it until I regain control.

"Well Rebecca? Can you explain why you are doing so poorly in chemistry?"

My father's voice, cold and inquisitive makes me look up from my half empty plate. I shrug. "Because it doesn't make sense. You know I've never been good at math, and it's a very large part of chemistry. My friend Hannah is helping me though. She's really good."

My father's brows rose, "The same Hannah who you go to parties with?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.

I sighed, "Yea dad. She's really smart. She's a chemistry and biology double major."

He frowned, "So why is she taking politics classes with you?" he demanded.

"Because it's her minor."

"Busy young lady. You should be more like her."

My fingers tightened around my fork. I was already an International Relations and Business double major with a minor in Russian. What else could he want?

"I'll certainly try dad. Maybe you want me to start taking more classes than I can handle so I get so stressed that I fail? Or maybe I'll just start doing coke like some of the girls. Or maybe, it's just that I'm not Eddie."

I watched as my harsh words cut into my father and he glared at me. "How dare you!" he hissed at the same time my mother whispered, "Becca!"

I shoved back my chair and stood, "Please excuse me, I'm not hungry anymore."

My father stood and shook his head, "We're not done here!"

I tossed my napkin, "I am."

I stormed out of the room and grabbed my purse and keys, driving until I no longer felt my father's words pursuing me.


"Hey, Becca, come on, you don't want to be late for chemistry, you already suck at it!"

The sound of my best friend's voice shook me out of my memory and I looked up to find that class had ended. I quickly gathered up my things and slung my bag over my shoulder. Hannah smiled at me and I grinned back weakly.

She chattered on about a party that was happening tonight while I smiled and nodded in all the right places, my mind still locked on the memory of my brother.

Chemistry passed in a haze of letters, numbers and incomprehensible bullshit. By the time Hannah and I left my head was pounding and I hardly felt like going to a party, let alone studying.

Hannah and I walked back to our room, where I desperately tried to ignore her incessant chatter about the party. It was only when the room grew silent and stayed that way for some time that I realized Hannah had stopped talking.

I looked up from my notes and found Hannah laying out outfits for the party, her gaze occasionally resting on me with concern before flickering away. I knew that look. I had seen it with increasing frequency over the last 6 months whenever I decided not to go out, or stayed up late studying, or pulled any sort of anti-social crap, as Hannah called it.

After another ten minutes of her staring at me sidelong, I sighed and shut my book. "Hannah. Just say what you're thinking."

She shook her head, "Becca, you hardly go out anymore with me. You broke up with Kyle, and I get why, but I just…I hate seeing you like this." She gave me the saddest look and something inside of me twisted.

I glanced away and my mouth twisted. "I don't want to talk about it tonight Hannah." I stood and went to my closet, grabbing a set of gym clothes before walking away to the bathroom, ignoring her look of hurt.

When I came back to the room she had positioned herself on her bed and was reading her notes, studiously ignoring me. I grabbed my phone and ear buds, tucking my keys into my pocket before walking out the door.

I jogged across campus and through downtown Philadelphia to the gym, ignoring the catcalls, whistles and stares that came my way, eager to put everything out of my mind. Pushing the door open, I inhaled and smiled faintly at the scent of leather and sweat.

Winding my way through the gym, I nodded to a few of the men and women hitting on the bags, sparring with each other, and lifting. I climbed into the ring and waved to Joe, my boxing instructor.

"Hey Becca!" he called, waving me over. I smiled back, already feeling the tension in my shoulders ease. He tossed me tape for my hands and I quickly set to wrapping them. Joe came over a few minutes later and checked my hands, tapping my knuckles lightly.

"How you doing kid?" he murmured.

I shrugged.

He raised a brow and nodded. "Alright well, remember to keep your hands up and protect those weak spots."

I nodded and stepped back, lifting my hands to protect my face, circling Joe cautiously. He was a tall man, nearly six foot four, and heavily muscled. A retired Marine; he had opened the gym ten years ago, hiring veterans, teaching them to train others, and giving them hope and help.

When I had heard about this place after Eddie died, I had been drawn like a moth to a flame. When I had first entered the gym, I had stood awkwardly to the side, staring. Joe had seen me, standing there, had seen something in my eyes, and had handed me a pair of gloves.

Instead of asking me who I was, or why I was there, he taught me how to fight until something in me had broken and I had collapsed, crying. Through the tears I had told him about Eddie, and he had sat beside me, his face grim.

Six months later I had better control of my emotions, and was getting better at fighting.

As Joe snapped my head to the side with a lightning fast hook, I swore and shook my head. Okay, marginally better.

Thirty minutes later Joe and I were both sitting on the mat holding rags up to our faces, stemming bloody noses and lips. He grinned at me, "You're doing great kid."

I nodded, "Thanks Joe."

He nodded, "How's school going?" he asked softly.

I shrugged, "Chemistry is still killing me. But everything else is easy." It wasn't an exaggeration; most of the other classes came easily.

Joe smiled, "You're a smart kid Becca. Strong too. Don't let it get you down."

I sighed and nodded, staring down at my hands. I could feel Joe's eyes on me and the weight of them finally forced the words from me that had been strangling me all day.

"My dad doesn't love me as much as he does Eddie."

Joe sighed and his hand landed on my shoulder.

"Your dad is struggling with some pretty strong grief there kid. He loves you, and he's trying to reconcile that with the fact that he lost his son to something unimaginable. Nothing makes sense right now, and if he comes down on you, well, you gotta cut him some slack."

I sighed and nodded, "I guess so. I-I just…I miss Eddie, and he acts like I'll never live up to who he was. He won't talk about him." My lips shuddered and I ran a hand over them, taking a deep shaky breath to try and steady myself.

Joe squeezed my shoulder, "You can talk to me about him, you know that. Half of the men and women in here have lost someone. You know I have. We all got wounds. It takes time for them to heal."

I swiped hastily at a stray tear and nodded. Joe's shoulder nudged mine and I looked up, smiling faintly at his grin. "Get outta here kid and go to a party. Forget about your dad, chemistry, and anything else troublin you. Okay?" he ordered gently.

I nodded and stood, cuffing his head softly. "See you later boss."

He grinned and waved, watching me leave as usual. Joe's gym might have been in a shady part of town, but no one messed with the patrons who came and went. They knew that Joe's people were tough, and that Joe had a shotgun that he wasn't afraid to use.

As I jogged back to campus the last of the light left the sky and the air grew colder. I pulled the zipper up on my hoodie and jogged up the steps of the dorm, my legs sore from exercise. As I walked down my hall, my steps slowed, I didn't want to fight more with Hannah.

Sighing, I pushed the door open and found the room empty. A bright pink sticky-note on my desk caught my attention. Kicking off my sneakers, I strolled over and picked it up.

Bex,

I'm sorry for pushing you earlier. Come out if you want, or don't, just please know I only want you to be happy.

Love you girl,

H

My fingers smoothed over the words and I smiled faintly. I looked at the clock, it was only 8pm, I could eat, shower and pick out an outfit for the party and meet Hannah. I quickly grabbed my towel and went to the bathroom, stripping off my sweaty clothes before climbing in.

The hot water soothed my aching muscles and cleaned away the sweat and grime from the gym until I felt refreshed. I ran my fingers through my shoulder length chestnut brown hair and rinsed the shampoo out before shutting the water off and stepping out.

Shrugging my robe on, I wrapped the towel around my hair and patted it off before running a brush through it and then applying conditioner. My hair had been a frizzy mess as a child, Eddie had always teased me and called me a little lion, it looked so much like a mane.

Piling it up in a clip, I went out and slid on my bra and underwear before staring at my closet. None of my clothes were like Hannah's. I never looked as sexy as she did when we went out.

Sighing, I reached for a pair of jeans and slid them on. My phone buzzed and I grabbed it, frowning when I saw my father calling. I briefly considered not answering, but Joe's words rang in my ears.

"Hey dad, what's up?" I murmured.

"Becca. I want you to know that tonight I'm going to stop the men who killed your brother."

My heart thumped painfully. "What does that mean?" I demanded.

"It means that the world will be changed forever." His voice held an ominous tone and my stomach churned.

"Dad…what's happening? I'm worried" I whispered.

"Don't worry dear. Everything will be just fine. I love you." The call ended and I stood staring at my phone, my heart thumping. Something was definitely not right.

My fingers scrolled through my phone until I found my mother's number and hit Send. Two rings later her soft voice answered, "Becca? Are you ok?" she asked.

"No mom, dad just called, and he sounded really odd. He told me he was stopping the men who killed Eddie. He said the world was going to be changed forever." My voice shook, "Mom, what's going on?"

There was a long moment of silence and then a deep sigh came over the line. "Becca…your dad has been working on a project that's highly classified. I only know because I saw some of the papers. It seems as though there's a group that has come up with some…code, a virus, that can be used to completely wipe out the power in a facility. He wants to use it against the terrorists."

My brain struggled to keep up. "B-but…don't they already have stuff like that? Like…EMP's or some bullshit?"

"Language Becca!" my mom scolded.

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry mom. But don't they?" I asked.

"Yes sweetie, but apparently this has the ability to not just knock out the power, but keep it out. Permanently."

The implications of a weapon like that were not lost on me. They also terrified me.

"Mom…I…I love you."

"I love you too sweetie. Get some rest."

"You too mom." I hung up and stared around the room, my desire to go out to the party having been killed faster than if I had been doused with a bucket of ice water.

My phone buzzed again and I looked down to see a text from Hannah.

Hey girl, I hope you're ok, don't study too long tonight. :D

A faint smile crossed my lips and I quickly texted back.

Hey H, don't drink too much and I promise not to study too hard.

I padded across the room to my closet and pulled on a sweater, slipping socks on so my toes weren't freezing anymore. College dorms were many things; warm was not one of them.

Sinking down on my bed, I pulled out my chemistry book and snagged Hannah's notes, working on the homework slowly. Two hours later I was rubbing at my eyes, a headache pounding its way back.

My stomach grumbled loudly and I sighed, rolling over to reach to the mini fridge. I snatched out a bottle of juice and a sandwich I had bought from the cafeteria earlier and wolfed them down, my stomach making appreciative noises the whole time.

Sighing, I looked at the clock. It wasn't too late to go to the party…maybe if I went I would get into the mood. Flopping back against the pillows on my bed I stared up at the bland white ceiling, my eyes tracing the cracks and lines as they had thousands of times before.

My eyes drifted shut, the headache still pounding away between my temples.

The lights overhead flickered brightly and the tv in the next room blared. I sighed and opened my eyes. The lights flickered again. My phone made a strange noise and I looked down, eyes widening as I took in the sight of the screen flickering with white lines.

The power surged, bulbs shattering in my room and then just as suddenly as it had begun, it ended…everything went dark.

I sat on my bed, staring around my now black room and hear people opening their doors, calling out to each other. I stood and went to the window, watching as the distant lights faded out, hearing screams and tires screeching.

My gut writhed. I hoped Hannah was okay at the party.

I paced around the room, holding my dead phone, pressing the on/off button, praying it would come back to life, but the screen remained resolutely black. Thirty minutes passed before I heard the sound of the door handle turn and when it did I turned, edging back, my fingers groping for a weapon as my heart raced.

When I saw the familiar form of Hannah, I let out a gasp of relief. "Oh thank god! I was so worried about you!" I exclaimed. She ran forward, her high heels in one hand, purse in the other, and wrapped her arms around me.

"I was so worried about you too! The power went out and everyone freaked out! Cars were wrecking everywhere, people are hurt…Becca, I think I saw a dead person."

Her voice trembled and I could feel her shaking in my arms.

I pulled away and stared at her, my eyes wide. Mascara ran down her pale cheeks, tears streaking them. "Are you sure?" I whispered.

She bit her lip and shook her head, "No, but there was so much blood, and the guy was hanging from the windshield." She swallowed and wiped her mouth, "I went over…to check him out, you know, see if I could help…but I couldn't find a pulse."

For the first time I noticed the blood on her hands. I immediately wrapped my arms around her again and rocked her. "Okay…it's okay. You did more than most people would have." She nodded against my shoulder.

I pulled away and smiled softly at her, "Why don't we get you cleaned off?" I suggested softly. She nodded and I took her arm gently, leading her into the bathroom. I turned the sink faucet and frowned when it did nothing. There was no sputtering, shuddering, just silence.

We looked at each other and I gave her an encouraging smile. "No worries, I've got some makeup removing wipes that'll work." I grabbed them out of the cupboard and made her sit, wiping her hands off gently.

"What are we going to do Becca?" she whispered.

I paused in cleaning her hands. I looked up and saw the genuine fear in her eyes. "We wait for the power to come back on. I'm sure it'll be back on tomorrow morning or afternoon. It's going to be a big job."

She nodded, smiling faintly.

When I had finished wiping her hands I watched her walk out and then shut the bathroom door behind her, needing a moment.

What if this was because of Dad? What if the power isn't coming back on? Is it just here in Philly? Christ….

My mind raced and I closed my eyes, trying to rationalize. They had used whatever code or virus it was half way around the world. This was Philly. This was a blackout. Everything would be normal tomorrow morning.

I nodded and opened my eyes.

Yup, normal.


I rolled over the next morning, the sun shining brightly into the room. I looked across the small space at Hannah, wondering if she was okay. She had slept fitfully, nightmares of the car crash and the dead man keeping her awake most of the night.

I slid from under the covers and went to the window, peering outside. People were walking around on campus like normal, but they seemed lost, holding their phones out, desperate for them to work.

"Try a little human interaction" I murmured.

"Hnnn-Wha?" I heard Hannah mumble behind me.

Grinning, I turned around and shook my head. "Nothing, just amusing myself at the expenses of the masses."

She grinned at me, brushing her silky black hair back, "Everything is as usual then."

I shrugged and smirked, "Well, except for the lack of power, yea."

She sighed and rolled out of bed to come and stand beside me at the window, staring out at the people below and the darkened city. "Huh. Well. What do you want to do today?" she asked.

I shrugged, "You think the cafeteria is open?" I asked.

"Maybe…we could at least get cereal."

We quickly dressed and made our way down to the cafeteria where we found nearly half the student population, hoarding cereal, fruit and anything else they could get their hands on. Apparently cold dinner leftovers were being served for breakfast, but no one was really complaining at this point. Hannah and I made like everyone else and lined our pockets with plastic bags, taking as much food as possible before heading back to our rooms. As we munched on cereal we debated the pros and cons of the blackout.

"No class" she offered.

"No water" I offered.

"No texts from douchey guys" she said with a laugh.

I grinned and nodded. "No showers."

She frowned, "Why are all yours cons?" she asked.

"Because I'm realistic. It's…I don't know, probably noon or later, and the power isn't back. It's going to take awhile. People are going to start looting stores soon for water, and things aren't going to be good."

Hannah's face grew tense and she looked scared. "A-are you sure?" she asked.

I was. My dad had drummed the worst case scenarios into Eddie and I over the years. This was bad, and could definitely get worse. For her sake though I shook my head. "I just mean that it could be bad. If the governor is smart, he'll declare a state of emergency and send in the National Guard to help."

At her dubious look I smiled, trying to look reassuring, "Don't worry, it's going to be okay."

Right.


Three days later the cafeteria and our mini fridge was running out of food. Hannah and I were alternating between using our bathroom and the dorm bathroom, but it was getting desperate. My makeup wipes were running low and we both had no idea what to do.

"We can't stay here."

"Where else can we go Becca?"

"I'm going to Joe's. Come with me."

Hannah stared at the floor for a long time and then nodded. I reached out and took her hand, "It's the only safe place in the city I know of. Joe will know what to do."

She nodded and gave me a weak smile. I smiled back, "Okay, let's pack." I stood and grabbed my backpack, emptying it of all my books and notepads. I hesitated over my phone. Setting it down, I turned away and began choosing clothes. Three pairs of jeans, three tank tops, four sweaters, two more bras, and all my underwear and sports bras. Snagging my pepper spray, I slipped the stretchy band it hung on over my wrist after shrugging my jacket on. I only had fifty bucks to my name, but it too went into the backpack, and at the last minute, my phone did too.

I sat and laced up my hiking boots, grateful that I had a decent pair. Eddie and I had taken long hikes together before his deployment, and after he had left I still went, sending him pictures of my climbs.

Now it seemed they would carry me to Joe's and safety.

I shrugged my backpack on and turned to Hannah, frowning when I found her trying to shove a pair of high heels into her backpack.

"Uh Hannah? You really don't need those."

Her hands paused and her shoulders slumped.

She carefully set them aside and then pulled her clothes out, waving a hand at them, "These aren't good either huh?" she asked.

I stepped over and sighed softly. They were all way too nice. "Well, you'll certainly be the nicest dressed hiker." I nudged her arm with mine and smiled when she looked at me. "Don't worry, just grab your shit clothes."

She nodded and quickly went to her closet, grabbing her older jeans and tops. A few minutes later she had her boots on, her backpack swung over her shoulder and we were walking down the hall.

The afternoon was chilly and we took off at a quick pace, keeping close together, trying to avoid large groups. Hannah had never been to Joe's, but she knew where it was from my descriptions. As we got closer, her hand reached out and grabbed my arm, squeezing tightly.

The evidence of looting was apparent in this part of the city, and there were tough looking men roaming the streets, giving us looks that I really, really did not like.

Thankfully Joe's was across the street.

We jogged across the street and I pounded on the door, calling out for Joe. Hannah stood beside me, keeping an eye on the street behind us. I peered through the glass, trying to see if there was movement inside.

"Joe! It's Becca! Come on, let me in!"

Hannah tugged on my arm and I turned. She jerked her chin and I looked across the street to see a trio of men staring at us. "Shit" I murmured.

"What do we do now?" Hannah demanded.

I shook my head, turning back to pound on the door louder. "Goddammit Joe! Open up!" I shouted.

Movement within the building caught my eye and a few moments later I sighed in relief at the familiar sight of Joe's tall figure. He ran forward and opened the door, ushering us in, shotgun in hand, glaring at the men across the street.

When the door closed behind us I wrapped my arms around him, breathing a sigh of relief.

He gave a startled laugh, but one of his arms wrapped around my shoulders. "Hey kid. Glad to see you."

I nodded and stepped back, "You too Joe." I waved to Hannah, "This is Hannah, my best friend."

Joe extended his hand and Hannah blushed but took it. I grinned, knowing she was smitten. He waved and led us towards the back of the building. "Everyone is back here. We were just making plans to move out of the city."

I raised my brows, "Really? Where would you go?" I asked.

He grinned, "My family has a farm about thirty miles from here. There's room for you all if you want to come. It has a well that we can pump, land for growing food, animals. Basically everything we need."

I found myself nodding and then stopped, thinking of my family in DC. "I-I can't. I need to find my family."

Hannah nodded, "Me too."

Joe stared at us for a long moment and then frowned, "Becca, yours are in DC, they've probably still got power, I don't think this has spread that far. Hannah, how about you, where you from?" he asked.

Hannah gulped and flushed, "Uhm…Atlanta."

Joe sighed, "That's a long way. You need to get out of Philly first to find out how far the power outage goes, and then find a way to those places. Do you have that kind of money?" he asked.

I shook my head and Hannah did too. It didn't really matter at this point…the power wasn't coming back on. At least, I suspected it wasn't. I also suspected it wasn't just here in Philly.

"Uhm, Joe, Hannah…I have to tell you guys something." They both looked at me and I took a deep breath. Would they even believe me?

"So…my dad works for the DoD. They were working with this company on a top secret project, a computer virus I guess. It has the power to completely wipe out the power in a complex, permanently."

Joe stared at me, his eyes narrowing. Hannah inhaled sharply. I nodded, "Dad called me four days ago, telling me that he was going to stop the men who had killed Eddie. He said they were going to change the world forever. I called my mom and she told me about the work they were doing, and that he was going to use this weapon."

I looked at both their faces and saw the realization dawning there before I spoke the words, "I don't think this is just Philly. I think…I think this is everywhere. And…" I struggled with the last part.

Joe ran a hand over his face and shook his head. "And it's never coming back on" he whispered.

I nodded and Hannah whirled away, clasping a hand to her mouth. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit" I could hear her whispering.

Joe stared at me, his expression solemn. The moment grew between us until he shook his head, "You can't tell anyone, ever."

I stared at him in shock.

"What? Why?"

"Because kid. Things are gonna go to hell. People don't need to know that our own government did this. They just need to know that they have to survive, and they have to stick together to do it. You got me?" he asked firmly, his blue eyes boring into me.

I could feel the weight of this secret settling onto my shoulders. I nodded slowly and he nodded sharply, "Good."

"What about our families?" I murmured.

He eyed me and then asked wryly, "You really wanna see your old man?"

My shoulders stiffened and I glared at him, "I want to make sure my mom is ok."

He sighed and ran a hand over his shorn head, shaking it. "Okay, tell you what. Come with us to the farm, and then I'll help you get to DC." He looked over at Hannah and nodded, "I'll go with you to Atlanta too kid."

She nodded and smiled faintly. I sighed in relief and smiled at him. "Thanks Joe."

He nodded and waved a hand, "Come on, come meet the crew." We nodded and followed him into the back room where nearly thirty people were either sitting, standing or sleeping. Joe got their attention and introduced us.

"Alright everyone, let's get those packs on and get our feet under us. I want to use as much daylight as possible."

People nodded and soon the room was a flurry of activity. Joe grabbed bottles of water and tossed them to Hannah and I, instructing us to put them in our bags. We quickly obeyed and followed the group to the front of the building.

Joe paused and looked down at us, frowning. "You two got weapons?" he asked softly.

I shook my head, holding up my pepper spray, "Just this, and what you've taught me."

He smiled faintly, "That'll do for now. I'll teach you more." He looked to Hannah who shook her head, her eyes wide at the suggestion that she could posses a weapon. He sighed and dug into his pack, pulling out a small black canister that I recognized as pepper spray.

He handed it to her and went over how to use it quickly. After he was satisfied she wouldn't spray herself in the eyes he nodded and opened the doors, leading us out. Hannah elbowed me and showed me the pepper spray.

"Have you used this before?" she asked.

I nodded, "Joe made me practice. It's easy, just point and spray. It's like hairspray, but so, so much worse."

She cracked a smile and I grinned back.

I looked ahead at Joe, noting that he not only carried a shotgun, but two revolvers, and a knife. Whatever we faced ahead, he was ready.

The question was; were we?


AN: Hey everyone! I hope you enjoy this story! I recently started rewatching REVOLUTION and I'm like OMG why did this get canceled? Absolute travesty! Anyway, I'm just saying from the start, this isn't Charloe. I love reading me some good Charloe, especially Poison and Wine by wildirish-seriously, if you want well written, heartfelt, smart writing-go check it out! I hope you all will enjoy this Bass/Becca story, and leave me some nice reviews! Thank you!