Hey! This fanfic is a sequel to the legendary TWIingTooHard's 'Insomniacs:Hide and Seek' (Yes, I am the friend she mentioned, who sent the letter to Robert Pattinson...Mwhahaha!). I strongly recommend you read her story (if you haven't already), not necessarily because it will help you understand this one any better, but just because it's bloody entertaining; I guarantee it will give you a good chuckle.

Anyhoo, hope you enjoy this first chapter, entitled 'Sex, Drugs, and Sausage Rolls', and I just thought that I ought to mention that I don't own the rights to anything Twilight... unfortunately... =(

Chapter 1

BPOV

Okay Bella, take a nice deep breath. In… and out… You're probably just worrying about nothing; after all, it's only a box- an inanimate object. It can't hurt you. And in… and out… Now all you have to do is open the damned thing- that doesn't sound too difficult does it? And in… and out. Right, on the count of three. One… Two…

'Three!' I swiftly ripped the lid off of the garishly decorated crimson box, like ripping of a Band-Aid: Quick and painless. Well, almost.

The first emotion that struck me, as I gazed at its contents was sheer puzzlement. I guess I didn't know what I'd been expecting to find in here, but it certainly wasn't this. What was Alice plotting?

A few days before she had given me the box, along with a glittery envelope, and had left me specific instructions not to open them until today, the 31st of October, and at this time, 6:30pm. She'd also specified that I make sure I have no other plans this weekend, as I'd be spending it with her, Edward, and the rest of the Cullens. Obviously, as soon as the word 'Edward' had passed her lips she knew I was in, and of course she knew I'd comply with her terms. Even if she couldn't see the future, she'd know full well that I wouldn't want to have any idea of what kind of hell awaited me this weekend for as long as possible.

Still gazing in wonder at the inside of the container, I reached under the lamp on my bedside table, where I'd placed the sparkly envelope for safe keeping. Hopefully, within it should lay some answers. I hesitantly pealed back the seal, and took out the card from inside.

It was no bigger than a credit card, and on one side there were just a couple of words, written in striking gold script:

Room 123

I emptied the envelope onto the bed and also discovered a small ornate brass key. Oh great! This was clearly one more of Alice's cryptic clues; yet another example of her weird sense of humour. I was still none the wiser, but maybe that was a good thing.

I was about to closer inspect the items within the box, when I heard the sound of an unfamiliar purring engine outside the house. It definitely wasn't Edward's Volvo; I would've recognized the sound of that car anywhere. The unknown car stopped, and as the driver got out I listened to the footsteps walking towards the front door.

'Oh, hi Edward.' Downstairs Charlie answered the door in a somewhat unfriendly manner. So it was Edward. I jumped off my bed and headed for the window to get a glimpse down at the street.

'What's with the car?' Charlie asked, puzzled. I couldn't think of a more apt question myself. Even with my almost complete lack of knowledge about cars, I could easily have told you what this beauty was that stood posing on the road outside my house. It certainly was not a car I would ever have pictured Edward Cullen picking me up from Charlie's house in: It was a Rolls freakin' Royce!

It was one of those old, and very classy British cars, and was probably from the 1930s or 40s. I had never seen one for real before, just on TV, like on adaptations of Agatha Christie books. However, regardless of the vehicle's magnificence, I was now very suspicious. What the hell were the Cullens up to?

'It's just a rental, Charlie. Is Bella ready?' At the sound of Edward's angelic voice I sprinted across my bed room and darted down the stairs: tripping on one of the steps of course, and landing flat on my face. Luckily, Charlie's old work boots had softened the blow.

'Mmph-mmph.' The worn dirt-encrusted leather muffled my voice.

'What was that?' Asked Edward as he helped me to my feet. He was trying unconvincingly to suppress a smile at my clumsiness.

'I said: I'm fine.'

'Is that a Rolls Royce?' Charlie hadn't even noticed my swift plunge down the staircase; well, either that or he had gotten used to such things by now. He was still staring in bewildered awe at the classic automobile.

'Yeah. A vintage Rolls Royce Wraith from 1939.' Edward replied indifferently.

Wide eyed, Charlie simply shook his head in amazement. He finally turned around to look at us both.

'So you hired a Rolls Royce, just to match your Halloween costume?' He didn't even attempt to hide his distrust, as he interrogated Edward.

'What can I say?' He answered. 'We Cullens are very fond of Halloween. It's our favourite holiday.' I shivered, but I didn't flinch, as he wrapped his cold arm around my waist.

It wasn't until Charlie had mentioned it, that I had even registered what Edward was wearing: a black three piece tuxedo, complete with waist-jacket and bow-tie. It even had a tailcoat, and I was certain that on anybody else the outfit would've looked completely ridiculous, yet Edward still somehow managed to look characteristically stunning.

'Why don't I wait down here, while you go and put on your costume?' He suggested.

'What costume? And please don't tell me that the box Alice gave me, full of feathers and fur, is supposed to be worn.'

'No, it's not.' Purred Edward. I sighed in relief. 'You don't wear the box, but you do wear the fur and the feathers.'

'What?!' I attempted to give Edward an angry glare, along with a piece of my mind, but I soon stopped in my tracks as he flashed me one of his gorgeous smiles. Damn him! I couldn't even get mad at him right. Oh well, I guess I'd just have to take out my anger on Alice, when we got to wherever we were meant to be going.

Edward waited for me in the living room, being supervised all the while by Charlie's hate-filled glower as he sat stroking his shot gun; meanwhile, I went up stairs to get ready.

I grimaced at the box on my bed, but proceeded to take out the fur and feathers.

However, once I'd spread all the items across my bed, I realized that the situation wasn't quite as bad as I had thought on first inspection. Granted, the outfit did contain a full length blond mink coat, of which I had no doubt as to its authenticity, but there was also a beautifully elegant 1940s style ruby red cocktail dress. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I stared at the dazzling diamond necklace and earrings, and I gingerly took them out of the box; surely this outfit must've cost more than most families would earn in a decade! I tried not to think about that, however, as I put it on and stared at my reflection. Hmm… Something was missing.

Of course; it was the hat. I placed the dark red vintage hat at a slight tilt on my head, and stroked the long feather plumes. I looked like a gangster's moll, or a Hollywood starlet… I looked good!

Finally satisfied with my reflection, I went back down to Edward, and as soon as I had said my goodbyes to Charlie, we were both in Edward's ridiculously posh car, and were on our way. Apparently, Edward also refused to tell me what was going on, as whenever I so much as mentioned what the evening might have in store he would become very elusive.

'Can you at least give me a hint?' I pleaded.

'I don't want to spoil the surprise. Besides I promised Alice I wouldn't tell you a thing.'

'Urgh! I hate surprises!' If Alice wasn't already dead, I would kill her. 'Can you at least tell me what your card says?'

'I can't do that.' He stated matter-of-factly. For once he actually seemed to be paying most of his attention to his driving.

'Why? Because Alice will kill you?'

'No. Because I don't have one.'

'What? Why not?'

'Just stop asking questions Bella. You'll find out soon enough.' Clearly I was getting nowhere fast, so I resorted to folding my arms across my chest and sulking.

'You look like Jeeves.' I said spitefully. Edward started to laugh, his face beaming with amusement.

'Good.' He said. Edward could be weird sometimes.

It took what seemed like an eternity to reach our destination, and when we did, words completely failed me. For several minutes I sat gaping, with a look on my face which must have mirrored Charlie's when he had seen Edward's Rolls earlier.

'Well? What do you think?' I could tell from his voice that he especially wished that he could read my thoughts at this moment.

'What do I think?' I repeated, apparently unable to form a sentence of my own.

'Well?' He pressed.

'Well, I knew you Cullens were a little eccentric, but hiring a castle just for us to celebrate Halloween is more than a little bit peculiar.'

'It's not a castle; it's just a really really big, really old, house. Besides we didn't just rent it for Halloween.'

' You mean you bought it?!' It still amazed me to think of how much money the Cullens could spend without even batting an eyelid. I was also pretty certain that this shiny car wasn't 'just a rental', as Edward had told Charlie.

'Jasper bought it nearly a couple of decades ago.' Edward explained.

'Why?' I asked.

'No-one knows, except me and Alice.' He said mysteriously, in a hushed tone. Intrigued, I leaned in closer…

'HA-HA!' Edward's laugh was so loud and unexpected that it made me jump and slam my head into the ceiling of the car.

'What the hell, Edward? Are you trying to scare me to death?' I tried to hit him in the chest, but it just hurt my hand and I bent my finger back.

'Ow!'

'Sorry, Bella.' He said, kissing my finger better. 'I was overcome by a funny thought.'

'And what was that?' I inquired, rubbing the lump on my head. Edward placed his hand on the bump to cool it down like an ice pack.

'Well, I was just listening to Esme's thoughts from inside the house. Apparently, Carlisle's had a bit of a rough day, and thought up an imaginative way to relieve the tension.'

'Carlisle?' I asked, slightly confused. 'But he's always so calm and serious; and reserved. Since when has anything ever phased him?'

'Calm, sensible, and reserved?' I could see that Edward was trying hard to suppress another outburst of laughter again. 'Yes, I suppose he would look like that through your eyes… But you should try reading his thoughts once in a while.'

BANG-BANG-BANG! Alice's knocking on the car door was so abrupt, that I banged my head again.

'Don't do that, Bella. You'll squash your hat.' She said, clearly unconcerned about the throbbing agony in my cranium.

'Ow!' I complained, as I wound the window down.

'Are you guys coming inside, or what?' She questioned impatiently, ignoring my pain.

With a sigh, we both got out of the car, and Alice proceeded to straighten the feathers on my hat.

'How's Carlisle?' Edward grinned as he spoke.

'He'll be fine, I guess. He just hasn't been the same since that first trip to Disney World, though.' Alice sighed. 'And now he gets worse every year…'

'What did Carlisle do? Why was he so annoyed? What's Alice talking about?'

'Whoa, Bella, breathe.' Edward held my shoulders, to try and stop me asking so many questions. What the hell had I missed?

'Let's go inside.' This wasn't a question, it was an order; Alice was obviously raring to go. As we walked to the great oak doors of the ancient house, I whispered to Edward.

'So why did Jasper buy this place? Oh, and what happened to Carlisle at Disney World?' He placed his finger on my lips to shut me up. It worked.

'I'm sure they're things that you'll find out eventually.' He whispered back. 'But, now it's time for you to find out what we're here for.'

If I were to ask somebody to picture a place where a family of vampires likes to spend Halloween, they more than likely would've pictured precisely this mansion; all that was missing was the lightning and the claps of thunder.

From what I could make out, the manor house was built out of dark grey stone, but it was hard to tell exactly, as most of the walls were smothered in dead ivy and moss. Even from the outside, I could tell that there was a phenomenal amount of rooms inside, and on the outside, the house was strewn with towers and turrets, with spires and decaying gargoyles and grotesques.

It was a quintessential haunted house, right down to the stained glass windows, and the imposing iron gate to keep out unwelcome guests… or to keep them in, I couldn't be sure.

To the right of the house, there even stood a small cemetery. I really didn't fancy spending the night here, but as there were no other houses for about a six mile radius, I didn't really have much choice; Edward seemed keen to have me go through with whatever this was, so if I were to leave I'd probably have to walk.

We stepped into the entrance hall, where the rest of the Cullens were waiting for us, and were all wearing 1940s costumes, just like me, Edward and Alice, in her graceful short black gown. The hall was surprisingly grand, with polished marble flooring and two impressive sweeping staircases down either side; yet, somehow the room still looked cold and eerie.

'Oh, you look beautiful, Bella!' Esme smiled at me, and I couldn't help but notice that she somehow managed to look even more dazzling than usual. Her hair was up, and her flowing peacock-blue ball gown was simply stunning. I instantly felt very self conscious.

'What do you think of the house?' Asked Jasper, with a kind eagerness I never would have thought him capable of. He was wearing some sort of old military attire, which only a Cullen would have been able to pull-off, especially considering its colour: Murky yellow.

'It's very… atmospheric.' I replied. 'I wouldn't have been at all surprised if Vincent Price had answered the door, cackling manically.' At that I noticed Jasper, Edward and Alice all exchange knowing glances. They were up to something, I could tell.

'Awesome!' yelled Emmett. I have no idea what Emmett was supposed to be wearing; all I can say is that it was some kind of dark green suit. 'We should totally have got him to do that! Do you reckon he'd have been up for it?'

'I doubt it,' said Carlisle. 'Considering that he died in 1993.' Carlisle was dressed in a deep-purple tux and bow tie, and his hair was slicked back; as usual he looked incredibly suave and sophisticated. Apparently, he had calmed down after his mysterious episode earlier, which Edward seemed to refuse to tell me anything about.

'Aww, man!' Emmett exclaimed in disappointment. 'That sucks; that guy was a legend.' As Emmett spoke, Rosalie made her grand entrance down the staircase, without saying a word. Her hair was pinned up like Esme's and she wore an exquisite white dress; the only thought running through my head at that time was that surely no woman should have the right to be so beautiful. It just wasn't fair.

'Can we please go into the main room now? I'm sure Bella's dying to find out what's going on.' Alice started to drag Jasper and Edward by the arms over towards an archway, which lead to what appeared to be a lounge.

The rest of us followed into the living room and filled up the three leather couches, which were positioned around a coffee table in front of the fireplace. The only illumination that the room had came from the crackling fire in the hearth, as it was dark outside now and the long velvet drapes had been drawn.

Alice reached underneath one of the sofas and pulled out an old top hat, which contained seven small folded pieces of card, and placed it onto the table.

'Right then.' She said, smoothing her dress down. 'Most of you obviously know what we're all doing here, but for Bella's sake I think I'd better explain.'

'Well, it's been a few years since we've done this.' Commented Jasper.

'Done what?' I asked.

'I was just coming to that Bella.' Alice was giving Jasper the dead-eye for interrupting her. 'Well, up until a few years ago, us Cullens had a bit of a family tradition: it's a little bit like "games night" that some humans like to do, except we've sort of… elaborated on that a teensy bit.' I didn't like the way she emphasized the word 'elaborated'.

'What do you mean?'

'When you humans have games nights, it tends to be just a group of people playing board games, or cards, or whatever. However, our family tends to do things on a much bigger scale…'

'So are you telling me, you dragged me to this creepy old house just so we can spend all weekend playing scrabble in fancy dress?' I was slightly peeved. I should have been spending my weekend alone with Edward, not playing childish board games!

'It's quite hard to explain, I suppose, Bella; but we don't use boards, counters, or dice, we simply live the games instead.' Alice's explanation made things far from clearer. If anything I was more confused than before I came here.

'Just humour her.' Edward whispered in my ear, although I was sure from Alice's glare that she'd heard him.

'Alice is needlessly confusing things. All you really need to know is that it's just a game, Bella.' Esme assured me.

'Some game.' Scoffed Rosalie sarcastically. 'This won't be anywhere near as good as last year.'

'You know why we can't do that this year, Rose;' Edward argued 'Bella would be obliterated.' As Edward said this, I could've sworn that I had seen a mischievous glint in Rosalie's eyes. It scared me a little.

'What exactly did you do last year?' I knew as soon as I'd asked the question that the answer would do nothing to relieve my anxiety about this evening.

'We played Battleships.' Emmett grinned. 'It was immense!'

'Battleships?' I asked, slightly puzzled: When Edward had said that I would've been obliterated, I had automatically assumed that he'd meant it literally. Surely he didn't really just want to save me the humiliation of loosing?

'Isn't Battleships a little tame for you guys?' I had to hold in a giggle at the thought of the voguish vampire family sat around the table sticking tiny plastic pegs into miniature ships. I simply couldn't have imagined the superhuman Cullens capable of any activity as mundane as 'games night' before today.

Emmett's snickering broke me from my reverie.

'I didn't mean the board game.' He said. It took me a few seconds to register what he had meant by that.

'What?!' I shrieked.

'We didn't use real battleships, if that's what you're thinking, Bella.' Alice assured me when she saw the look of sheer horror on my face.

'Oh...right.' I sighed, feeling slightly embarrassed.

'I doubt even we could have afforded to buy an entire fleet of military ships each. No, a yacht each was much more practical.' Carlisle explained. 'The aim was to sink everybody else's boat, the last one still afloat won.'

'And that was me!' Esme was beaming with satisfaction.

'Yes, she was quite the formidable opponent.' Said Carlisle placing an arm across her shoulders and looking her in the eyes with pride. 'She shot fireworks at me.' He claimed cheerfully. Oh dear. I prayed silently to God that we would be doing nothing quite as dangerous tonight.

'I liked the year before that better though,' Emmett said 'We played Mousetrap! We made this whole life-sized machine, it was great!' Emmett had a huge smile across his face as he spoke.

'It was rather elaborate.' Jasper agreed.

'Yeah, it was so awesome! I turned a crank, which made a bolder roll down this zig-zag track; it then hit a pole, which knocked a bigger bolder into a bath tub with a hole in it.'

'Just like the in board game.' Alice added enthusiastically.

'That then rolled out and knocked a mannequin off of a see-saw, and caused the cage to fall down right on top of Carlisle!' As Emmett said all of this, my mind was filled with the image of some massive over the top mechanism, like some form of giant marble-run.

'I was in that thing for three hours.' Carlisle said traumatically. 'I was just sat there, alone, dragging a plastic beaker repeatedly across the bars of the cage…' His eyes went distant, like a war veteran remembering the stuff that went down in Vietnam, as if he were imprisoned all over again.

'Yeah, sorry about leaving you, I suppose that was kind of harsh; but we had to go for our victory hunt; that was the first time I'd ever beaten you.'

'So, Jasper, you bought this house, in the middle of nowhere, just so that you could play these wild games?' I asked. Jasper looked painfully uncomfortable, apparently I must have asked an awkward question.

'Err, yes. Well, I... err, I only bought it last month.' He stammered.

'But Edward said that you bought it in the nineties.' I stated, and the look that Jasper gave Edward in response was a hostile one.

'Did he really?' He asked through gritted teeth, but he was still glaring at his brother.

'What are you up to Jasper?' Asked Carlisle suspiciously. 'You said that you'd bought the place especially for tonight. Why didn't you just tell us that you already owned the place?'

'Are you keeping a secret from us Jasper?' Teased Emmett.

'It's... It's nothing, just let it go you guys!' Jasper could be even more evasive than Edward sometimes, and very defensive too. I wished I hadn't said anything, as a wave of guilt washed over me; although I had a sneaking suspicion that Jasper may have been controlling my emotions as payback.

'Thanks a lot Edward!' Jasper said sulkily.

'Don't worry, I wasn't going to tell her why you bought the place.'

'Shh!' Hissed Jasper in a desperate attempt to shut his brother up before he gave anything away. It looked like I had inadvertently managed to start a domestic dispute in a house full of vampires, in the middle of nowhere... Not the cleverest thing to do.

'What's that supposed to mean? What did you buy the house for Jasper?' Emmett eagerly interrogated him. 'And why have you never told us anything about it?'

'I did, I told Edward and Alice.' Jasper replied, offended by being accused of keeping secrets.

'Only because they would've found out anyway.' Now Rosalie had joined in with the cross-examination.

'Excuse me! Guys, can you please let me continue?!' Demanded Alice, with her hands on her hips.

'I reckon him and Alice come here for a bit of 'together time'.' Emmett said quietly to Rosalie.

'Emmett!'

'Sorry Alice.'

Finally the room filled with silence as we all waited for Alice to start talking again.

'Tonight,' she said, 'We're going to play a game called Clue.' It seemed kind of obvious now that she'd it, and it certainly explained the colour coded outfits. 'However, there will be a few minor alterations to the rules of course; but all will be explained in a while. For now, I want all of you to pull out a card,' as she said this she gestured towards the hat on the coffee table, 'And tell us all which character you'll be playing.'

'What's the point?' Asked Jasper. 'We all know who we're supposed to be.'

'Yes, and that's only because I saw the results of this draw. Besides, I want you to see that I was trying to be fair, as I know that some of you were less than happy about which character you ended up with.' With this, Alice's gaze moved to Rosalie, who was sat with her arms folded across her chest.

'What's the problem?' She asked moodily. 'I'm wearing a white dress aren't. I just refuse to wear that revolting housemaid's uniform and grey wig that you picked out for me.' Rosalie reached into the hat, pulled out one of the cards and unfolded it: Mrs. White.

'I told you so.' Said Alice. 'I picked the costume out for you because Mrs. White is supposed to be an elderly housekeeper. It says so in the description on the back of the card.'

'And doesn't the description of your character say that he's supposed to be a man?' Rosalie countered.

'Touché'

Alice put her hand into the hat next and pulled out another card.

''Mr. Boddy.'' She read aloud. ''The wealthy owner of Tudor Mansion, who is murdered by one of his dinner guests.' Of course I'll be changing it to 'Ms. Alice Boddy', however.' She passed the hat to Jasper next.

''Colonel Mustard: He is a military man, whose years of fighting have made him extremely trigger-happy. Some say there is a great rivalry between him and Boddy.'' Jasper smirked as he pocketed his card and passed the hat over to Carlisle, apparently satisfied with the role he'd received.

'I am to play 'Professor Plum: An absent-minded man, yet he is the most intellectual and learned of the dinner guests. He is especially knowledgeable about poisons.'' He read, and gave the hat to Emmett.

'Finally I can get into character. I've been looking forward to this!' He chuckled as he placed his card onto the coffee table for us all to read. 'Oh yeah! I'm 'Reverend Green'! I'll let you see for yourselves what Reverend Green is like. I intend to fully immerse myself in this role.' Emmett then passed the hat over to Esme.

''Mrs Peacock.'' She read aloud. ''A middle-aged classy lady, who is still retaining her beauty. She has had three husbands, who have all died suddenly, in mysterious circumstances.'

That meant that there was only one possible character left for me. I took the card from the hat and stared at it.

''Miss Scarlet: A young, cunning, and highly attractive actress, whose carer is beginning to decline. She has many love interests, and is the step-daughter of Mrs Peacock.'

Rosalie was scowling at me, and I could see why. Surely there couldn't have been a less appropriate character for me to play, and there certainly wasn't a character that I wanted to play less. Rosalie would've been a much more sensible choice for the role, and I guessed that she thought so too.

'Excellent!' Declared Alice. 'One last thing before we get started, however. I want everybody to empty their pockets and place anything that was invented or made after 1940 into this hat.'

'Why?' I asked, intrigued.

'Alice likes to take these games seriously.' Said Carlisle.

'That's right.' She agreed. 'Until the game is finished we will be living in the year 1940, and we have to act our characters. Also we are only allowed to refer to each other by our character's name.

'What about Edward?' I asked, as I realised that Alice had forgotten about him. 'Who's he playing? All of the characters have been used up: six guests and Mr Boddy, the victim.'

'No they haven't.' Edward pulled out another card.

'I'll be Wadsworth.'

'Who?' Emmett asked; he was apparently as clueless as I was.

'The butler.' He explained.

'As Bella will be slightly handicapped during the game, what with her only being human, Edward and I agreed that it would only be fair if Edward was allowed to help her.' Alice announced.

'Fair enough.' Said Jasper, as he tossed his cell phone into the hat. Everybody else followed his example.

'Oh my God!' Emmett exclaimed, as he pulled a small paper bag out of his pocket. The bag had practically turned see-through with grease; I could almost make out what was inside it without even opening it. 'This must've been in here for days!' He pulled something out of the bag which resembled some sort of meat snack wrapped in flaky pastry.

'Emmett, is that an English sausage roll?!' Carlisle's eyes were wide with shock as he asked this.

'Err... Kind of. When was the last time we went to England?'

'Seven months ago!' Cried Rosalie in disgust.

'Wow. Seven months, huh?... You reckon it's still good?'

'No!!!' She shrieked.

'Why do you even have that? I thought that you guys couldn't eat regular food?' I asked, as Emmett was playfully trying to shove the greasy sausage roll into Rosalie's mouth. She irritably turned her head from side to side to avoid it, but ended up with flakes of pastry in her silky blonde hair. Finally he gave up when she threatened to punch him in the crotch.

'Honestly, I have no idea how that even got there.' With that he chucked it in the hat.

'Emmett! Put that thing in the garbage, you're getting grease on everything!' Alice yelled.

Once Emmett had done as he was told, Alice calmed down and smoothed down her dress again, as she unflustered.

'Finally.' She sighed in relief. 'You've all been sent your room assignments in advance,' At least I now realised what the card in the envelope was for. 'So now we can all go to our rooms and just wait for the game to begin...' With that, Alice took the hat from the table, and left the room...

Okay, that's it for now. Thanks for reading.

By the way, in case any of you were wondering, there are some differences in the English and American versions of the Clue board game: for example, the original English version of the game is called Cluedo, not Clue, and Mr Green is known as Reverend Green. Also, in the American version, the victim is called Mr Boddy, however in the English game he is called Mr Black. I just thought that I'd better explain, as both English and American people may read this and get confused.

Okay, I'm really going to go now...