The Wretched

Chapter One

They can't see me.

They can't hear me.

I am safe here in my sanctuary.

The waves that lap against the side of my father's old fishing boat calm me. I am consumed by the salty air, gentle rocking of the sea and the warmth of the sun's rays breaking through the clouds above. I'm lost in myself and I have no intention of facing what looms over the shores of the fishing district. At least not yet, I still have a few hours left before I'll be forced to come ashore. I open my eyes to stare up at the clouds, trying to convince myself that I'll be safe this year. I keep telling myself that if I am picked, someone will surely volunteer. Not that anyone here cares enough about me as an individual to put their life on the line to save me, but this is a career district meaning someone will want the glory of being a victor.

"I hope so…or else I'm fucked," I whisper afraid that if I were to speak any louder I might jinx it, condemning myself to those wretched games.

Turning over onto my stomach I reach over the side of the boat, trailing my fingers over the water's surface, loosing myself in the thoughts I came out here to escape from.

"This will be my last year, I just have to stand there and hope that the odds are in my favor" I say mocking the Capitol's absurd accent.

"Fourteen out of the thousands of slips in that massive fishbowl…I'll be fine."

I lay there, trailing my fingers through the cool liquid, weighing my options. I could slip away into the sea if only this boat were a decade or so younger and then there's my father waiting at home. I wouldn't make it past the islands in the distance before the peacekeepers would snatch me up in one of those hovercrafts. There was no doubt in my mind that I'd be taken prisoner and be put through horrors that would make death seem like a sweet embrace.

"So much for my sanctuary," I let out an exasperated breath and push myself up.

As I make my way back to shore I can't help feel as though I'm sailing towards my doom. The day of the reaping clung to the district like a leach, draining it of life. The market normally filled with the young and old of Four is deserted. No children fishing off the docks, or playing in the shallows and running along sand beds. No parents watching their little ones like hawks, or bargaining with the venders for tonight's meal. I'm surprised with how few fishermen are out; usually they won't be back at the docks until eleven. I've been out there longer than I thought, or perhaps they're too busy clinging to their loved ones, anticipating the moment when they'll be ripped from their arms by the Capitol's dogs.

The thought of District Two jumping through hoops just to ensure they stay in the Capitol's favor brings a sour taste to my mouth. We have careers here too; most of us are trained from a young age. Any child in Four can weave a net, fashion hooks from almost anything, swim and spear fish before they reach the young age of ten. We may be better off than some other districts, but we don't supply the Capitol with soldiers. The only people from District Four they get are the ones stolen from their families at the reaping. If they do come back from the games they are never the same, Annie is the prime example of that. The poor thing lost her marbles, and I can't say I blame her after seeing her district partner decapitated right before her eyes. I quickly shake the image from my mind as I tie my father's boat to the dock.

Now is not the time to be thinking about the horrors of the games, I need to get through this with as little anxiety as possible. There's no point in hyping myself up over it, I'll be fine. It's my last year, after this there will be no more games for me. I'll spend most of my life out at sea in boats not unlike like this one. I'll grow old and die naturally and I will never have children. I refuse to let the Capitol take anyone else from me, they already have her.

As soon as I finish the knot I spin on my heel and bolt towards my little home. As I weave in between people already on their way to the JusticeBuilding, there was now no doubt in my mind that I am running late. I slam open my front door and rush down the hall leading into my bed room, nearly running into my father on my way.

"Watch it!" I hear his voice boom from the hallway.

"Sorry dad! Just give me a minute, I need to get changed!" I yell from my closet. My hands warp around the only dress in my possession; I love dresses but I simply can't afford them, not to mention they aren't exactly practical out at sea with all that wind.

"Hurry up we don't have all day!" He's worried that the peacekeepers might come retrieve us. I can hear it in his voice; it's the fear lacing in with his usual gruff tone.

I chance a look at the clock on my end table and instantly regret my little getaway this morning. I quickly pull the cotton dress over my body and zip up the back before fastening the belt around my waist. It's a simple turquoise dress with a sweetheart neckline that ends just above my knees; it was my mothers reaping dress when she was my age. Images of that day flash before my eyes, I squeeze them shut and shake my head.

Don't cry now, not today.

A bang on my bedroom door snaps me back to reality causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. Another glance at the clock, 11:40 we have to go now. I take one last look at my reflection before slipping into the hall where my father is waiting at the door, his face is slightly flushed and one of the veins in his temple is visible indicating that he's stressed.

That's my cue to hurry the fuck up.

By the time we make it to the square we are one of the last families to arrive. I can feel a hand on my shoulder, when I meet my father's eyes my heart constricts. He won't say it but he's scared, his eyes betray him and I can't bring myself to look at them any longer.

There can be no weakness here, the capitol and their pets feed off of it. I will not give them that satisfaction.

He squeezes my shoulder and nods towards a table where two female peacekeepers sit before removing his hand, his silent reminder to stay strong. I manage a thin smile for his sake before I walk over to the table. The peacekeeper grabs my hand and stabs my index finger with a needle with disinterest. I've always disliked this part; it's never been easy to get blood out of my fingers, bad circulation or something like that, it was the same with my mother. This process is far from comfortable and I feel as though she's trying to rip my finger off as she works the blood down to the tip. Once she's drawn out enough blood, she scans it and lets me take my place with all the other eighteen year old girls.

Oh how considerate, front row seats!

If looks could kill that little Capitol creature on stage would be engulfed in flames. I slot in between two other girls from my class who shuffle over to make room, one offers me a small smile. I can't remember her name for the life of me, Rachel I think…or maybe it's Rebecca, I have no idea. Instead I just give her a small nod and turn my attention back to the stage where our lovely little pest stands playing with her turquoise hair, Callidora Waltz. She's pleased to be my district's representative; I can't hide the look of disgust on my face as she bats her abnormally long lashes at the beautiful man that is Finnick Odair. One moment she's ecstatic about sending him to a horrific death, the next she wants to be his one true love, pathetic. As expected, he flashes her one of his boyish smiles before she turns her attention back to the crowd and taps on the microphone sending a dull thud through the speakers.
"Good afternoon to each and every one of you! Now that all of you are here, I would like to take this time to share a very important message from our very generous President Snow! This beautiful video is a gentle reminder of why we are all here, and how the glorious games came to be. Now, without further a due…please enjoy this message straight from the Capitol!" Callidora gestures enthusiastically towards the giant screen bearing the Capitol's seal, an eagle with its wings spread apart grasping eight arrows in its talons. Of course the 'C' at the bottom of the seal has a pointed crown resting above it; reminding the districts of Panem who holds the power least we forget it. The same video they play every year replaces the seal; Snow's voice dubbed over it sends chills up my spine. I hate that man; he's the root of all evil in Panem. I've seen this video every year of my life; I know it like the back of my hand. My eyes wander aimlessly over the faces of the crowd, I catch a few eyes but for the most part everyone's eyes are glued to the screen in a mixture of fear, pain, and even pride. I quickly turn back to the stage, wondering what people see in my eyes. Do they see fear or resentment, weakness or strength? I don't know, and I'm not sure I want to find out, instead I try my hardest to clear all emotion from my face and hold whoever's gaze I meet next. I'm met with the sea-green orbs of Finnick, he would be mistaken for indifferent if it weren't for the crease in between his brow and the slight pull at the corner of his bow shaped lips. I instantly dislike his expression, it does nothing to calm my nerves and I'm sure my unease is showing through as well.

"Wasn't that just lovely? My, my, my how our President has a way with words, absolutely lovely!" I fix my eyes on her and she takes a step towards the two fishbowls, "Now let's start with the boys for a change! I love a little diversity." She says the last part with a wink directed to Finnick.

Just get it over with already.

I chance a look to where my father stands in the crowd; he's standing tall with his head held high. He appears confident, but I'm sure the arms crossed over his chest hide fists clenched so tight that the knuckles are as white as the bone underneath his tanned skin.

"Murrow Al-" Callidora's voice is drowned out by a scream to my left. My head snaps towards the girl who had offered me the reassuring smile, she's covering her ears and seems to be sobbing in a heap on the sand covered pavement. Callidora glares at the girl beside me with distaste before clearing her throat, "Yes as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. The boy tribute from district four is Murrow Alta!"

Who is she?

I rack my brain as I reach down to help her back onto her feet. As soon as I have her standing her arms immediately shoot around me and she buries her face deep into the crook of my neck, I can feel her brooch digging into the exposed skin on my chest. I've never been in this situation; usually it's the parents that breakdown, their children are too busy convincing themselves they're safe for this year to let the reality of what price comes with their safety to sink in. I wasn't prepared for this so I wrap my arms around her and search for the only person moving in the square, my eyes find him and I think I remember who this girl is. I've seen them together at school, never leaving each other's sides. They both share the same wavy brown hair and blue eyes, I think they're related. My eyes catch his for a moment and I know he will do whatever it takes to come back home to her. I can't say I blame him either as I look at the woman in my arms, I'm reminded of Annie Cresta. My arms tighten around her, I'm afraid that her sanity will slip away if I let her go now. Even on stage his eyes stay fixed on the girl clinging to me, I have to look away, his gaze is so intense and I feel ashamed that I can't do more to help her. I expect one of the careers from our district to lung forward and volunteer to take his place, to rip the presumed glory out from under Murrow's feet and in turn save two lives. But no one calls out, everyone stays frozen in place and Callidora brings her dark blue lips to the microphone once again. "Thank you for joining us; now tell us, who is that woman?" The sweet tone in her voice is sickening as she talks to him as though he's a toddler. His eyes never move from the hysterical woman, his jaw clenches and his answer comes out in a whisper.

Callidora furrows her brow and tilts her head to the side, "I'm sorry, but I couldn't hear you, could you please speak up Murrow?"

"She's my sister." He does nothing to conceal the venom dripping from his voice.

"How touching, she must really love you. Now let's get onto the lucky lady this year!" She seems completely unfazed by the hostility radiating off of the young man beside her. She steps up to the fishbowl containing girls' names, her gloved hand traces around the rim of the bowl a few times.

She loves this, that sick fuck.

I hold onto Rebecca tighter, slowly stroking her dark brown locks as Callidora plunges her gloved hand into the sea of names, fourteen of which have my own name scrawled across them.

"This is it, after this you'll be safe," I whisper to the fragile woman.

"You promise?" She can hardly manage to form the words between sobs.

So I say the only thing I can think of to calm her, "Yes."

There's a long pause when Callidora pulls out a tiny white slip. I don't like the glint in her eyes or the small smile playing at the corner of her navy lips. I can't imagine what sort of twisted amusement this is causing her, until she wets her lips and condemns another victim to the death trap that is the Hunger Games.

"Rebecca Alta!"

Almost immediately after the name is called I let out the breath, the same one I've been unknowingly holding since I made my promise to this broken girl.

I'm safe.

I can feel her go ridged in my arms, she's stopped breathing for a moment.

Rebecca Alta

The reality of whose name it was on that paper hits me like a tidal wave.

Rebecca Alta, I told this woman that she would be safe just moments ago.

How foolish of me, now she'll be thrown into an arena and pitted up against her own flesh and blood. That's why Callidora was so happy reading that slip, this year's hunger games will be so interesting for the people of the Capitol.

The woman in my arms is now sobbing hysterically, weighing me down like an anchor.

That idiot, she's showing all of Panem the same weakness my dad worked so hard to stomp out of me. They'll eat her alive in the arena.

I reach up to the hands that grip my dress for dear life and attempt to pry them off, of course she struggles and there's no doubt in my mind that all the cameras are focused on us.

Wonderful.

I wonder how long it will take for Callidora to send her dogs to go fetch this year's tribute, for a moment I consider letting them take her.

No I made a promise; I can't let the capitol have her too.

I chance a look at Murrow, and my heart constricts for the second time today. His eyes are practically bulging out of his skull; he's shaking and looks as if he's about to jump off the stage towards us.

I can't let this happen…I have to keep my promise.

I can't push her up to the stage where there might as well be gallows in place of those fishbowls.

It's now or never.

"Shhh…Don't cry, I told you that you'd be safe. I won't let them hurt you, just let go now." I try to adopt the same tone my mother would use to put me to sleep after a nightmare.

I can tell Callidora is just about ready to send the peacekeepers over to retrieve Rebecca; she's long since lost her patience with the broken woman "Rebecca Al-"

"I volunteer!" My voice cuts through the crowd, it's not shaky like I was expecting.

Good, dad would hate that…Dad!

My eyes dart over to where he's standing frozen like a statue and feel a pang of guilt.

"Well, well, well come up then, don't be shy my dear!" Callidora's voice makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I feel Rebecca's head lift off of my neck to look at me; I shoot her a small smile not unlike the one she gave me earlier. I can see the confusion written clearly over her small features, she looks like a child with those huge blue eyes. This time she doesn't resist when I pry her hands off of me, instead she just takes a step back and brings her hands to her mouth.

Yeah, she wouldn't make it past the bloodbath at the Cornucopia.

Once I'm sure she won't latch back onto me I spin around and head towards the stairs leading up to the stage.

Keep your head held high and be strong, remember what father told you at your first reaping:

"These creatures are not people; if you show them any weakness they will eat you alive. The smallest ounce of fear and they will swarm you like sharks to chum, do not be afraid Jacqueline." His stern expression did not waver, what he was telling me would mean life or death one day.

Callidora has one of her gloved hands stretched out to me; she's saying something about me being very brave to take that poor girl's place. I don't pay her words much attention though; my eyes are locked on Murrow's unreadable sapphire orbs. When I'm on stage I completely ignore Callidora's hand, resulting in her placing her outstretched hand on my back as she leads me to the correct spot on stage.

Like I haven't seen seventeen other girls stand in this exact same spot.

It takes every ounce of control I have to stop myself from shrugging her hand off of me as she turns us towards the sea of people. My eyes scan the crowd for where my dad will be standing; I have to bite the inside of my lip to prevent myself from crying out to him. He's a spitting image of his younger self from so many years; rigid, pale and face void of any emotion. It's the same day that haunts my dreams. While I may not remember it very well apart from a few foggy tidbits, I know that look better than I know myself, he's breaking all over again and it's my fault.

Me and my bleeding heart.

I'm pulled from my thoughts by how close Callidora is to me as she holds the microphone between the two of us "Can I have your name dearie?" I refrain myself from cringing at the pet name.
"Jacqueline Fitzgerald," my voice is barely above a whisper when I answer her, I can't tare my eyes off of my father.

How could I do this to him? I should have thought about how this would affect him, he already lost his wife and now his daughter threw away what little freedom she had to save some pathetic woman from slaughter. I was done with the games, no longer would I be rounded up like cattle with the rest of the children, and what do I do? Jump right into the slaughter house, there must be something wrong with me mentally.

"I give you the tributes from District Four in the Seventy-fourth Annual Hunger Games, the lovely Jacqueline Fitzgerald and Murrow Alta!" Callidora stops talking for a moment and waits for the crowd to start to applaud. It takes a moment but soon everyone is clapping, most of which are happy their families are safe. The look of relief washing over the front row sends a pang of jealousy through me; I would have been among them if it weren't for that promise. I'm still lost in my thoughts when I feel Callidora's gloved hand turn me towards the other tribute, his eyes are so blue, I'm reminded of the matching pair in the audience.

Damn those eyes.

I reach out my hand to shake his; it's the custom of the games to pretend that you're not plotting this person's untimely demise.

I'm saved from my darkening thoughts by that godforsaken sentence we all loath. "Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!" Callidora's voice seems to echo inside my skull as Murrow grasps my hand and jerks me forward into his chest.

"What the f-" the rest of my sentence is muffled by his chest when strong arms wrap around me.

What is with this family and their affinity for invading personal space!?

I seriously consider pushing him off of me, and quickly come to the conclusion that I wouldn't be able to.

The Capitol is going to eat this up; your supposed to kill me not hug me!

I struggle to turn my head enough to breathe; however the hand he has resting on the back of my head proves to make that task more difficult that it should be.

Perhaps he means to suffocate me to spare me the madness of the games, but of course that's just wishful thinking.

"Oh well, isn't that just darling?" I can tell by her tone that she's anxious to get us into the building.

Pft, maybe it would be if I could breathe!

"Thank you," His whisper is muffled by my hair; I could only just make out the words. He releases me and walks through the entrance of the Justice building, it only takes a second after Murrow releases me for Callidora to place her hand on my shoulder and guide me into the building. Peacekeepers are waiting for us, looking for any sign of resistance. I'm sure if I decided to run they wouldn't think twice about tackling me to the ground and dragging me onto the train by my hair. One of them grabs me by the elbow and shoves me into a plush room to my left; I trip over the decretive carpet and collapse on the floor. "Stupid dog," I mutter as I pull myself up and walk towards the window.

Of course they bolted it shut.

I roll my eyes at the thought of running away after volunteering.

Pathetic, my dad would be so ashamed if I were to act like a scared little girl in front of these people.

I stare out the window, captivated by the sea visible between the houses and shops; I can just make out the white foam of the waves as they crash into the sand, I want nothing more than to be in my sanctuary. I rest my head on the cool glass and let out a deep breath, "What have I done?"

"You did the right thing, as much as I hate to admit it," the soft click of a shutting door meets my ears. I can't bring myself to look at my father; the pain in his voice is enough to bring tears to my eyes.

I thought he would have yelled at me, I wasn't prepared for his acceptance.
"Dad… I'm… I'm so sorry." My voice is catching in my throat with the tears are threatening to spill. I can't keep looking out the window, this will be the last chance I get to see him but I can't look at him yet, not when I know he'll look the same way he did sixteen years ago "You know what me volunteering for Rebecca means right?"

"Jackie, you don't have to, you don't owe those people anything." I hear him take a step towards me and I snap.

"I'm going to die in there dad!" My voice seems personified in the previously quite room.

He spins me around, "No you're strong, and we prepared for this."

I can't hold them in any longer, tears cascade down my face. "You know what I mean, I didn't volunteer for the glory," I spit out the word like its poison, "I don't care about that! I took that girl's place to keep her safe, so her brother wouldn't have to decide between his life and hers! You can't honestly expect me to go in there and murder him after I promised her I wouldn't let them hurt her anymore?! I'm dead dad, D-E-A-D!" A hand collides with the side of my skull, not hard but enough to get me to shut up.

"Jacqueline calm down," he hisses, I simply bite my lip and wipe the tears from my face.

"Good, now there are twenty-two other tributes to worry about. You know as well as I do that they don't give two shits about your promise to that Alta girl. Starting now until you return to District Four I want you to do everything in your power to ensure one of our tributes makes it home alive. I know you have a soft spot for the position that girl is in; however you were a lot younger than her when your mother was reaped. Remember he's not the only one who has someone who needs him to make it out of the games. I've already lost my wife, I don't know if I can handle loosing my daughter too." He wipes one of his large hands down his face using those few seconds to collect himself, "I don't care what you have to do; one of you has to come back alive, do you understand?" His forest green eyes are locked with my chestnut ones, unable to find my voice I just nod in response. "I need to hear you say it, promise me you'll do this," he's not asking anymore and for the second time this afternoon I say the only thing I can in my position.

"I promise," My voice is shaky and I hate it.

The doors swing open and my father engulfs me in the tightest hug I've ever had, it takes me all of two seconds to return it. This will be the last time I'll ever see him, and it's killing me to know I've abandoned him.

"I love you," I whisper as I feel the peacekeepers trying to pull us apart, and I give him a tight squeeze before letting go.
"I love you too trouble," I smile at his old nickname for me. Before he pulls away he removes one of his arms to reach for something in his jacket. Something cold is pressed into my palm before the capitol's pets pull us apart and usher him out of the room, slamming the door closed behind them. I pick up the thin silver chain of my father's token and gasp at what's on the end of it. Dangling in front of my face is a silver ring, a sapphire as blue as the ocean surrounded by tiny diamonds that shine like stars, my mother's ring. I used to spend hours admiring it on her slender fingers. It was her mother's she would tell me, and one day it'd be mine. This obviously wasn't what she had in mind when she said that, but it's the only piece of home small enough to take with me. I'm so focused on the sapphire that I don't notice her come in until there is a dainty hand resting on my shoulder. I jump and spin around clutching the ring to my chest. I'm met with a pair of intense blue eyes.

"It's beautiful," Rebecca nods to the ring hidden in my hand and her expression mirrors that of a lost child, I'm not sure if I like those eyes.

"Thank you," I eye her waiting for her to pull me into another hug; I think she sees this because her face is paved with guilt.

"I'm sorry for putting you through this... I shouldn't have let you take my place." Her voice is cautious, like she expects me to yell at her; and it's that exact tone that sets me off.

"Sorry but what makes you think you could have stopped me?" My voice paved in malice. It isn't her answer I want; the words are meaningless now. I'm trying to provoke her; I need concrete evidence that if I let those peacekeepers take her back there that she would have been fine. That I was wrong and by her having enough of a spine to stand up to me now, if I couldn't keep her brother alive it was still okay, she would be able to live through it. She wouldn't end up like Annie.

Come on! Please just let a little fire flash in those eyes; that's all I need.

I stop breathing when Rebecca's eyes hold mine for a moment, but it's a fleeting moment and soon her eyes drop to the floor and I can see her shrink back.

Fuck.

I run a hand over my face letting out the breath I held in anticipation, there is now no doubt in my mind that if I didn't intervene back there I might as well have thrown her to the sharks.

So it's decided then, no matter what happens I need to send her brother back to her alive.

"I made a promise didn't I?" before she opens her mouth to object I continue in a softer voice, "I couldn't let someone like you be in the games, it would destroy you."

She looks like she wants to hug me again. I really hope she doesn't.

Something is different about her; I scan her petite form and notice the brooch is missing as I subconsciously rub the fading imprint upon my chest.

"I gave it to Murrow, for luck…" She's playing with the corner of her dress; two little holes are visible in the fabric where it would have been. We stand there for a minute or so lost in thought and of course she's the one to break it, "Why did you do it?"

I knew this was coming, my simple excuse from earlier wouldn't satisfy her curiosity. I find it's increasingly difficult to remember that she's the same age as me; she seems so much younger than eighteen.

"You were hysterical. You wouldn't make it past the first night… yeah you'd have Murrow if you could get to each other in time, but how is he supposed to protect himself if he's focused on you? The other tributes and gamemakers would use it against him… and then what happens if it comes down to the two of you, what then?" She opens her mouth to speak but I cut her off, "You wouldn't be able to live with the outcome, there is no way he would let you sacrifice yourself; don't even bother trying to convince yourself that you would. You were so helpless and pathetic that I couldn't let you do it… better me than you." She doesn't say anything at first, I'm not sure if she's offended. As I stare at her searching for any sort of reaction, she slowly nods,

"I see…I suppose I should thank you then."

"Don't thank me yet, it's only just begun," perhaps I should be a little more compassionate. However I can't handle feeling like I owe her anything else, I've already given up my life for her.

Why though? Because she is so pathetic?

This wasn't the first time someone has cried like that from the reaping, maybe it was because I couldn't tune it out with her clinging to me like that.

"You reminded me of how I was when my mother was taken from us, clinging to my father like the anchor to my sanity." I say more to myself than her. I can see her reach a hand out to me and I refrain from grimacing before the door is burst open and a peacekeeper escorts her out, she hesitates before she goes willingly unlike my previous visitor.

Why the hell did I tell her that?

I need to stop asking myself questions I don't want the answers to.

There is no third visitor, so I just sit in one of the plush chairs by the window and stare at the sea until the peacekeepers come to bring me to the train.

What I wouldn't give to be out on those waves...

AN: So this is my first fan fiction, please tell me what you think. I figured using common names for the girls would work fine in district four, considering Annie and Mags are common names. I couldn't find a name that really stuck out to me for the main character so I just settled for my own name, I hope you don't mind the lack of creativity on that aspect. I looked into different spellings of it, but I couldn't find one that I liked the look of. I wasn't exactly willing to loose my train of thought over a name, while the OC shares my name that is as far as the similarities go so don't worry :). Because Finnick Odair isn't a common name so I had a lot of interesting names relating to the sea and settled for Murrow Alta. I tried choosing one that wasn't overly obvious though like Aegeus, while I adore that name it would just be a little too distracting for the people who know Greek mythology. I hope you liked it :)

As far as future chapters I haven't entirely decided who the main pairing will be, I'm stuck between OC/Finnick and OC/Cato. Of course I'll be sticking to the original Finnick/Annie just because it's my favorite pairing in the book, but I'm thinking I might throw in a little fluff between the OC and Finnick. So far I'm leaning more towards OC/Cato just because I absolutely hate Clove and Glimmer's character and I can't very well set him up with Marvel while staying as true to his character as possible in a romance, it just simply wont work. Just as a warning, I will be altering the original story line to make sure it flows properly, so if you're apposed to that I'd stop reading this fan fiction.

For those of you who will be following this story; I should have updates every few days depending on how much spare time I have.

Until next time,

Jacqueline