Disclaimer: Not mine. Title comes from the song "I Had Me a Girl" by The Civil Wars.
A/N: This story is pretty much the direct result of letting my mind wander while watching too many episodes of The Twilight Zone. I took some liberty with certain things, like Jemma and Fitz's time at the Academy and other little bits of information. My inquires about how best to publish this one-shot that turned into something way, way too long didn't give me any conclusive information so I broke the story up but posted it all at once so enjoy at your own pace!
Part One
It's only been three weeks since Jemma Simmons' entire life shifted focus and turned into something she never in a million years imagined it would be but she feels like she's adjusting pretty well, all things considered. She's barely on the other side of eighteen; she should be taking her A-Levels with the rest of her friends and planning which university would shape her mind during the next stage in her life. Instead, Jemma has bypassed all the traditional rites of passage that she probably never would have been included in anyway and set herself on the path to her future by accepting a place at one of the SHIELD Academies. Which she hadn't even been aware of three months ago. There's a part of Jemma that figures she should still be waiting for the regret or terror to set in but so far so good. Or, maybe there just hasn't been time for the crippling self-doubt.
Jemma definitely doesn't have time for anything other than a quick dash across the Sci-Tech campus. She's already running late, though that feels like the perpetual state in which she now lives her life. She's never been late for a class but Jemma feels like there's never enough time to take it all in, to do all the research and the assessments and to pour through the pages and pages of research and journals and new discoveries. It's quite thrilling how much information there is in the world to take in and soak up. She doesn't mind cutting out a few hours of sleep to give herself the chance to try to take it all in.
By the time Jemma makes her way through the library, toward the back corner where the cubicles and study tables are situated, Fitz is already sitting at one of the small mahogany tables, hurriedly sketching something on a notepad in front of him.
"Sorry I'm late." Jemma apologizes quickly as she sets her books on the table and drops her messenger bag into one of the spare chairs across from Fitz. "I got caught up talking to Professor Hall and lost track of time."
Fitz lifts his head, albeit reluctantly, and gives her a nod. "That's all right. I don't think either of us are exactly looking forward to working on this particular assignment." He mumbles as he makes a few more notations on his notepad before setting the pencil aside. "It's a waste of time, actually."
Jemma clicks her tongue, shaking her head. "Now, Fitz, there's no such thing as an assignment that's a waste of time." She tells him frankly. "All of our professors are highly qualified. You'd think they'd be beyond giving us busy work."
Fitz rolls his eyes at her. "Easy for you to say." He mumbles. "Professor Vaughn's class hasn't proved very stimulating as of yet."
Jemma can't exactly disagree with that statement. While attending Professor Vaughn's History of SHIELD lectures isn't her favorite way to use her time, Jemma tries to give that class the same amount of focus she affords all her biology and chemistry classes. Which means that she'll give Vaughn's latest assignment one hundred percent, even though there are a few research journals she'd rather be perusing at the moment.
"It'll be simple, really." Jemma assures Fitz. "Basic research. We simply have to pick an agent and compose an essay about their accomplishments."
Neither of them have a particular SHIELD agent in mind; Jemma is still trying to wrap her head around the history of this particular government organization, seeing as they barely crossed her radar prior to offering her a place at their most competitive academy. Some of the things that she's heard and read about recently would seem more like science-fiction if she wasn't seeing demonstrations or working with the technology on a daily basis. Still, it leaves little time for digging up information about the agents of the past.
Jemma and Fitz leave their table to retreat to the depths of the records room in hopes of finding an agent or dossier that captures their fancy. Or at least one that isn't so redacted that it's become unreadable.
Jemma lets her hands trail along the spines of the books and folders and, in some cases, loose pages as she walks down the aisles. The room is quiet aside from the sounds of Fitz hunting through the shelves somewhere behind her. She's always found solace in libraries, or really, any place that was filled practically floor to ceiling with information and the fruits of the mind's labors. She might not be the strongest or the fastest or even the prettiest person out there, but Jemma feels confident in her assumption that she is one of the smartest and it's always nice to be in the company of the others in the world who have gotten by on their intelligence alone.
As has happened an embarrassing amount of time before, Jemma loses herself so deeply in thoughts of the things that she hopes to accomplish not only at Sci-Tech but outside of the SHIELD Academy and neglects the rest of her surroundings. Which is how she bumps right into someone standing right in front of her and stumbles backward in surprise. This, unfortunately, has also happened an embarrassing amount of times before.
"Oh!" Jemma squeaks, her cheeks already starting to burn with embarrassment. Her propensity toward clumsiness has definitely gotten her into trouble countless times before. But when she looks up to see exactly who she's run into, she feels like this is a different sort of trouble all together. Because this girl is ridiculously pretty and it figures that she would run into a ridiculously pretty person here of all places. And now Jemma is certain that her cheeks aren't burning from embarrassment alone. "I am so sorry. I was not paying attention to where I was going and I just…"
Jemma trails off because she realizes that the girl is just staring at her. She doesn't look angry or annoyed about the nature of their encounter; she's not smiling either and she doesn't seem remotely amused by the whole situation. She's just staring, like her collision with Jemma knocked her sense loose.
"Uh…" Jemma purses her lips, her brow furrowing. "Are you all right?"
Finally the other girl blinks and she takes a step toward Jemma. Jemma can't stop from taking her own step backward. "You can see me?"
Jemma glances around, suddenly filled with the sinking suspicion that she's about to become the butt of yet another freshmen prank. During her first week, she'd somehow managed to become a target of several of the upper classmate's pranks, possibly because of her particularly lively reaction to one of Sally Webber's infantile pranks. Jemma has the feeling she's about to give them something else to laugh about.
But the aisles are empty and Jemma can't hear anyone snickering or trying to contain their laughter. Not that that means she's out of the woods. When she looks back at the dark-haired girl, Jemma is surprised to find the expression on her face to be entreating and desperate. Not really the face of someone pulling a prank on someone else.
"Well…yes." Jemma says because she doesn't see any other option. But she tries to keep her tone and posture relaxed, as though this type of thing is perfectly normal and she gets asked these types of questions all the time. "Of course." She shrugs.
The girl takes another step closer. "Listen, I-"
"Jemma?" Fitz's voice from a few aisles over interrupts whatever the other girl is about to say and Jemma calls out to him so he'll be able to find her easily.
When Fitz rounds the corner, he's looking at Jemma with an expression of confusion. "Who are you talking to?"
"Oh, well, I just bumped into," Jemma turns back toward the dark-haired girl in hopes of getting her name but she's gone. Huh. Strange. Jemma's brow knits. "There was someone. A girl. You must have noticed her leaving."
Fitz just arches an eyebrow, looking at Jemma like she's suddenly grown an extra head. "A girl?" He repeats cautiously.
"Yes. She had long dark hair and beautiful eyes." Jemma clears her throat quickly, glancing down at her feet. Not that she notices that sort of thing, of course. "I just bumped into her when I wasn't paying attention."
Fitz is still studying her like he's not quite sure what to make of her and Jemma rolls her eyes at him. "What?" She questions, exasperated.
"Are you feeling all right?" Fitz questions. "You're certain you saw someone? Because there's no one else back here."
Jemma rolls her eyes at him once more. "Oh, don't be ridiculous, Fitz." She shakes her head. "It's not as though I imagined the whole thing." She glances back toward the spot where she last saw the girl, as though expecting her to be standing there once more. But, of course, there's no one there. Now. But Jemma is certain that there had been, just before Fitz showed up. She ran into her, for goodness sakes. That's not the sort of thing you just imagine.
Then again, the girl did seem to disappear quickly. And Fitz didn't see anyone else…
Jemma quickly stops that line of thought, shaking her head as though to dismiss those ideas. What she is even talking about here? The girl was there, end of story. Just because Fitz didn't see her doesn't mean anything.
But Fitz is still looking at her like she's unbalanced and Jemma doesn't appreciate it. "Maybe we should work on the project for Professor Vaughn's class another time." He suggests.
"Come off it, Fitz." Jemma snaps, glowering. "I'm perfectly fine." She starts down the aisle once more, grabbing a book from the shelf at random and dropping it in Fitz's arms. "Let's get started."
Thankfully, Fitz doesn't protest. Even when she drops a few more books into his hands. Jemma likes it much better when they're immersed in schoolwork instead of speculating on the mysterious woman in the archives. Honestly, she likes schoolwork better than most things.
Over the next few days, Jemma forgets about the strange encounter in the library. She has more important things to worry about, after all. Like neurobiology exams or trying to figure out why the alien bacteria she's supposed to be studying are growing at such an advanced rate. Pretty much everything else goes right out of her mind.
Until she sees the girl again. Jemma is on her way across campus, leaving her Biology of Alien Cultures class for the peace and quiet of her dorm room so she can study the data that she collected for the day and she feels like her mind is being pulled in a dozen different directions. All those thoughts seem to go rushing from her mind when she spots the girl from the library, standing near a clump of trees that provide shade and seclusion and are a popular place for the students to lounge and study in between classes. The girl looks just as confused as she did the first time Jemma saw her.
Jemma feels a rush of relief when she meets the other girl's eyes. See, she is real. That settles that. And maybe it's that sense of relief or maybe it's the fact that Jemma isn't used to getting the attention of pretty girls but when the dark-haired girl gestures to her, Jemma finds herself changing her course and heading over.
"Thank God." The girl says, exhaling in relief. "I've been looking everywhere for you."
Jemma wraps her hands tightly around the stack of books in her arms, willing herself to remain composed. "Oh? Well that's…" She clears her throat. "Why?"
"Because you're the only person that can see me."
Well, that's definitely not what Jemma was expecting to hear. Jemma's eyebrows knit together and she looks at the girl. Surely this is a prank and Jemma feels a stab of disappointment. Unfairly attractive girls do not search SHIELD Academy campuses for people like Jemma Simmons. Though Jemma has to hand it to Sally Webber; this prank is far more involved than knocking a few books off a table.
"Pardon?" Jemma says, hoping that a little clarification will shed some light on the situation. Or, at least, bring this prank to an end.
"Listen, I know this sounds really crazy. I get that." The girl tells Jemma quickly, her voice seeming sincere in its tone of desperation. "I have no idea what's going on. I can't…it's like a can't remember anything and I don't know why I'm here or why no one can see me. Except for you."
Jemma scoffs and shakes her head. "That's completely ridiculous." She informs the other girl frankly. "I appreciate that tradition dictates that freshmen are supposed to be hazed and pranked by the older students and I know it's all in good fun. But I no longer have time for this sort of thing." She says. "I have more important things to focus on."
Jemma turns away and starts back toward her dorm. It's definitely hard to walk away from a pretty girl of her own violation but she's not here for that type of foolishness. She's here for the science and research and to learn and expand her horizons. So there.
"Wait! Please just wait a minute!" The girl quickly catches up with her, putting her hand on Jemma's shoulder. Jemma is surprised at how cold to the touch she is.
Jemma sighs and turns back around, looking at the girl expectantly. "This isn't a prank." The dark-haired girl assures her, that look of desperation back on her face. "I swear. I don't know what's going on but I need your help."
Jemma opens her mouth to commend her acting abilities and tell her to shove off when she realizes that the students who have gathered in the shade of the nearby trees are staring at her. In fact, even a few of the passing students have slowed their progress to stare. And they're staring at her like you'd stare at someone talking to themselves in the middle of campus.
Jemma feels her cheeks start to turn red and hopes they can't see that too. The girl just looks at her and arches an eyebrow. "See?"
Without another word, Jemma turns and starts marching toward her dorm room. But she beckons for the other girl to follow her.
When they reach the privacy of her dorm, Jemma sets her books on the desk and gives the other girl her full attention. "All right. What's going on? Am I experiencing some sort of freshmen year breakdown? My mum worried I was going to work too hard…"
"No." The girl assures her. "At least, I don't think so. Unless I'm having some sort of breakdown too and we're just going crazy together. I have no idea what's happening."
Jemma sighs and sits down on the edge of her bed. "Perhaps you should start from the beginning."
And so she does. Only there's not much of a story to tell. The girl can't remember much of anything: not her own name or what she's doing hanging around a SHIELD Academy campus or any of the circumstances that have lead up to her being in this predicament.
"It's all just nothing. Well, not quite nothing, it's just really fuzzy around the edges. Like I know I should be remembering something but when I think too hard it just…poof." The girl shrugs. "I could be…what if I'm…" She trails off, her expression fearful.
"A ghost?" Jemma supplies and then rolls her eyes. "Impossible. There's no scientific evidence to explain ghosts."
The girl looks mildly annoyed. "Well, how do you explain this?" She reaches for the books on Jemma's desk and her hands pass right through them. The same thing happens when she tries to open the door to Jemma's closet or pull the sheets off the bed. "Or this?" She reaches for Jemma's shoulders and her hands rest there, solid.
Jemma just stares at her, flummoxed.
"When I ran into you the other day…that was the first time I'd actually connected with someone." The girl tells her. "That has to mean something, right? You have to help me."
"Help you what, exactly?" Jemma says, getting to her feet and pacing around the length of the room. It's a habit she's developed over the past few weeks and though she doubts there's any scientific proof behind it, the movement seems to help her think. "This is all completely crazy. I can't…I don't believe in these sort of things. This simply doesn't make sense." She shakes her head, looking at the girl. "I'm sorry. I just don't…"
The girl looks so utterly lost and defeated and Jemma wants to recant her previous words and agree to help her, no matter what. But she doesn't have time for this. She doesn't have time for ghosts or pranks or mental breakdowns. She has alien bacteria to study.
"Jemma…" The girl says but she doesn't finish her plea. Maybe she doesn't think there's any more point to begging.
They stare at each other for a few minutes, silence filling the room and Jemma has a hard time believing that this girl isn't real. She looks completely solid to her; she felt real when they touched. What is happening?
Jemma nearly jumps out of her skin when someone knocks on her door and she hurries over to answer it, relieved for the distraction. Fitz walks past her, already talking about an idea he's had for a gun that shoots rounds that render the victim unconscious but not injured. He drops his bag on the ground and keeps on talking even though the girl is standing right there because him, not even three inches away and Jemma just stares at them both, a sinking feeling spreading throughout her chest.
Fitz finally stops talking and looks at her, arching an eyebrow. "What's the matter?"
Jemma's eyes flick toward the girl and she just shrugs and crosses her arms over her chest and gives her a look that seems to say see what I mean? Jemma looks back at Fitz and feels tears prick her eyes. "I think I'm going crazy." She whispers.
After Fitz hears the whole story, he insists that she go to the infirmary. Jemma figures that she should have expected this, so she lets him drag her out of the dorms and across campus without complaint. It makes her feel better, in a way, to be on her way to the doctor. She'll be in someone's capable hands, someone who can explain what's going on and help everything make sense.
But when Jemma is actually in the room with the doctor, she finds herself unable to tell him what's going on. It's one thing to tell Fitz that there's a mysterious and pretty ghost that seems to be hanging around her, begging for her help. It's quite another to admit this to a high-up SHIELD professional. Jemma has the feeling that SHIELD doesn't look for agents that see people who aren't there.
So she just makes up a story about feeling tired all the time and the doctor just nods and pats her knee sympathetically and tells her that lots of freshmen (and students of every year) feel overwhelmed by the course load and it's nothing to be embarrassed about. Though, Jemma can think of few things more shameful than admitting that she can't handle her schoolwork. Even if it's a lie.
"What did he say?" Fitz questions when Jemma walks back into the infirmary waiting room. He looks nervous and Jemma feels guilty for worrying him. No one wants to think that his friend is completely losing her mind.
"Just rest and taking it easy." Jemma says, rather than admit that she lied about the hallucinations and potential mental breakdown. "The usual."
Fitz nods and seems satisfied with this advice. "You do study more than anyone else I know." He points out with a smile as he walks her back to her dorm.
"Well, I hardly consider that to be a bad thing." Jemma retorts, glaring at him. But she doesn't really feel annoyed; in fact, she's starting to feel better and more normal and like herself. So what if she happened to see a ghost a few times? That doesn't mean she won't excel in her classes.
The girl is waiting in her dorm when Jemma opens the door. "For what it's worth, I don't think you're crazy." She remarks with a smile. "I'm sure there's an explanation for all this. Isn't that what you people are always saying?"
Jemma sighs and kicks off her shoes. She's suddenly feeling less buoyant about her future prospects as a SHIELD agent. "Well that's debatable." She mumbles. "Wait…what do you mean? 'You people'…that makes it seem as though you're familiar with the Science and Technology Academy." She looks at the girl curiously. "Were you a student here?" But that doesn't seem quite right either, now that she thinks about it. Her comment sounds like the words of someone familiar with the work of the students and graduates from this particular academy but who doesn't actually do any of that work.
The girl seems to mull this idea over, pursing her lips as she thinks. "I…" She closes her eyes and Jemma can see the strain of remembering on her face. "I don't think so." She sighs, shaking her head. "It seems familiar somehow though."
Jemma nods, thinking it over. "Perhaps you attend one of the other academies. Or maybe you're even a SHIELD agent." The girl looks a little young, no more than three or four years her senior but Jemma knows first hand that age is just a number when SHIELD sees promise in someone. "But that doesn't explain why you're here."
"There are a lot of things that need explaining, if you ask me." The girl points out. "Like what the hell is happening to me? And why are you the only person who can see me?"
With a sigh, Jemma flops down onto her bed and covers her face with one of her pillows. "This is mental." She mumbles into the fabric. "I must be mental."
The girl doesn't say anything and when Jemma lifts the pillow away, she's surprised to find that the room is empty. She sits up, looking around, but the girl is gone. Jemma isn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.
When Jemma wakes the following morning, the first thing she does is let out a cry of surprise. Because the girl is back and just standing near the door, her face expressionless and empty, as though she's just checked out for the time being. When she hears Jemma, she brightens slightly and seems to come back into herself.
"Sorry." She says with a smile that makes her look far more amused than actually sorry.
Jemma groans and scrubs her hands across her face. "What are you doing? You can't just hang about in my room like that. Especially not when I'm sleeping."
"Sorry." The girl says again, this time looking appropriately chastised.
Jemma just shakes her head as she pushes the covers aside, slipping out of bed and feeling suddenly awkward and out of place in her own room. She feels exposed, even though there's nothing remotely immodest about her dress or her actions. Still, it's strange to be doing something so mundane with an audience. She starts making up her bed in order to give herself something to do.
"Where did you go last night?" Jemma questions, with her back still to the girl. "You just disappeared all of the sudden."
There's another pause but this time when Jemma glances over her shoulder, the girl is still standing there, brow furrowed. "I don't know." She says finally. "I…I have no idea."
Jemma makes a thoughtful noise as she arranges the pillows on the bed. "Perhaps you're not a ghost. Perhaps this is just a question of existing on different planes and they happen to intersect from time to time…" She mumbles thoughtfully.
The girl arches an eyebrow. "So you're going to help me, right? Because that sounded like you're going to help."
"I'm not sure what I can even do to help." Jemma protests. "If it simply is a question of different planes or maybe even worlds, that doesn't explain your lapse in memory. Or how the planes are intersecting in the first place. If you have died and you are a ghost then I don't think I can help you. And if I'm simply having a mental breakdown then I don't think I can help me either."
"I don't think I'm, you know…dead." The girl mutters the last word, as though speaking it out loud will make it true. "I feel…like there's something pulling me back sometimes, like I'm connected to something." She looks at Jemma. "Does that make sense?"
Jemma sighs. "None of this makes sense." She mumbles. "But I suppose that's a good place to start."
The girl just grins at her and Jemma hates the way her heart hops in her chest. She hates the ways she wants to smile back. But this girl is easily the prettiest person that Jemma has ever seen in her life. It just figures that she might not even be real.
The girl makes a habit of disappearing and reappearing at random times throughout the day and Jemma forces herself not to react when she shows up again. She forces herself to act just like the rest of her classmates, who go one with their studying and their conversations and their daily routines, seeing right through the girl that looks completely normal and solid and real to Jemma.
It definitely makes it difficult to concentrate in her classes. Jemma finds this more frustrating than anything else because she never has difficulty focusing. It makes it easier when the girl isn't around, though Jemma then finds herself wondering where it is that she goes and how any of this is even happening at all.
Halfway through the day, Jemma finds that she isn't the only one distracted. The arrival of Agent Maria Hill seems to provide a welcome reprieve from talk of classes and exams and most of the students speculate about her arrival and what could be important enough to require her presence on the Sci-Tech campus. Jemma doesn't spend much of her time thinking this over but it is nice to have an excuse if she starts to noticeably zone out.
Jemma is definitely surprised when she walks into Professor Vaughn's class and finds Agent Hill standing up at the front of the room, in the middle of what seems like a very important discussion with Professor Vaughn. They aren't paying any attention to the stares from the passing students or the din of gossip that is filling the room. Jemma glances briefly at Agent Hill as she passes by, trying not to stare. Though the presence of such a well-known and respected agent is definitely worth a few stares.
But Jemma quickly forgets all about Agent Hill when she spots the screen of Hill's tablet, resting on Professor Vaughn's desk. It's a mission report but the details aren't what Jemma finds so fascinating. It's the picture in the left-hand corner. The girl.
"Oh my goodness." Jemma breathes out, unable to stop herself. She inches closer toward the desk, desperate to read as much as she can. "Agent Skye Bradford." She whispers and it feels good to put a name to the face that she's been seeing a great deal of recently.
At the sound of her voice, Agent Hill jerks around, her brow knitting. "I'm sorry?" She glares at Jemma.
Quickly, Jemma shakes her head. "Oh, uh, nothing. Nothing." But her eyes are still being pulled toward the tablet, searching for more information.
Hill follows her line and sight and her stare becomes even more intense. She picks up the tablet and quickly switches the screen to black. "I suggest you find your seat." She commands.
Jemma quickly scampers toward the row where Fitz is already sitting. Being chastised by Agent Hill was definitely not something she ever thought would happen to her. This has been a very eventful couple of days.
"What was all that about?" Fitz questions as soon as Jemma sits down beside him. He tilts his chin in Hill's direction. "What did she say to you?"
Jemma taps her fingers anxiously on the arm rest of the chair, worrying her bottom lip. She figures that it's a bad sign when she hardly cares about being reprimanded by a high-ranking adult. But that feels like it's barely registering in her mind right now.
"Fitz…" Jemma glances around before leaning closer to her friend. "The girl that I've been seeing, the one that I told you about…Agent Hill has her picture on her tablet."
Now Fitz is the one that suddenly looks anxious. "Jemma…I thought all that nonsense was over with." He says, his voice quiet to keep anyone from eavesdropping on their conversation.
Jemma sighs, her brow furrowing. "It's not nonsense." She assures him. "There's something odd going on here. The photograph on the tablet just proves it."
"I'm not quite sure it proves anything." Fitz argues. "No one else can see her but you. And didn't the doctor say-"
"Oh, bother with the doctor." Jemma waves her hand dismissively. "There's something going on and, yes, I agree, it doesn't make sense. But I can't just be imagining things. I just saw her picture, Fitz. She's real." And she has a name. Skye. Jemma can't help but turn the word over in her head a few times, enjoying the sound.
Fitz frowns, concern still etched across his features. "Uh…so…where is this girl now?" He questions finally, looking like he can't believe that he's playing along with this foolishness.
Jemma glances around once more, but the only people hanging around are her classmates. Skye is nowhere to be seen. "Well she's not always here." She tells Fitz and for some reason she feels like she sounds crazier than ever. Yeah, she can see this invisible girl, but not all the time, you see. Conveniently. "Sometimes she disappears."
"Oh. I see." Fitz nods and he reminds Jemma of someone trying to have an adult conversation with a child about their imaginary friend. "And where does she go?"
Jemma rolls her eyes at him, shaking her head. "I already feel crazy enough, Fitz." She mumbles. "You don't have to patronize me."
If class wasn't so important, Jemma figures that she would just walk out. This seems like a good moment for a dramatic departure. Instead, she just pulls out her notebook and textbook and pointedly ignores Fitz as she refreshes her memory on the reading. Even though Fitz tries to catch her attention, Jemma just ignores him. That'll have to be good enough as far as storm-outs go.
"I'm not trying to patronize you." Fitz protests as soon as Professor Vaughn brings class to an end. Even though Jemma is trying to make her point by putting distance between them, the amount of students trying to leave the classroom makes it easy for Fitz to keep up. "I'm just worried about you. How else am I supposed to react when my best friend is telling me that she's seeing people who aren't there?"
Jemma feels her anger start to drain away, albeit a bit grudgingly. It's not like she wants to worry Fitz and she can only imagine how this all sounds to him. "I'm worried too." She admits. "But I feel like I can't just be going crazy, not when I saw her picture and…I feel like I need to help her."
Fitz sighs and shakes his head. The expression of someone admitting defeat. "Help her what, exactly?"
"I'm not sure." Jemma admits. She doesn't like questions that she can't answer, variables she doesn't understand or can't control. It only makes her more determined to get all the information she needs to actually get something done. So that's exactly what she's going to do.