Chapter 2: Of Ruined Eggs and Dependable Yolks

The white-haired boy rolled around a few times in his bed. Slowly blood began to pump more quickly through his veins and his eyes cracked open. Letting out a yawn, Lincoln stretched and sat up in his bed in the small reworked closet he called his room. First one eye blinked and then the other, drowsiness still dictating some of his movement and misaligning his body movements. A bit more forcefully he gave a few more well-synchronized blinks and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Another yawn and his feet were flung out over the side of the bed where they dropped to the floor. With his eyelids half closed, Lincoln smiled and prepared his voice.

"Now I know what you're all saying to yourself. And yes, it does get a bit complicated to remember what types of eggs to make for each member of the family in the morning if you have to-" he managed to explain before a loud explosion cut him off and shook the house. Hastily he lunged for the door and caught a porcelain figure of Ace Savvy as it fell off of the desk it'd been sitting on. Wiping his brow he set it back on its resting place and glared at the door. What he was greeted with upon its opening was a scene out of some war movie. The hallway was lined with bits of fire and shards of wood and plaster which seemed to have emanated from one of the various doors it housed, its figure now blasted into bits and its hinges launched into the opposite wall from where they'd held it in place. Lola, as well as her famed pink car, were lodged firmly in the doorway of Leni and Lori's room, the oldest girl herself caught in a coughing fit from the aftermath of the blast and lying in the space near the bathroom with most of her other recovering siblings.

"Lisa..." Lincoln muttered rolling his eyes. The girl in question slowly wobbled out of her and Lily's bedroom with her skin and hair blackened from whatever had transpired; undoubtedly a new experiment of her's.

"I can explain...you see I was just trying to tap into the possibilities for monitoring other realities out there but then a variable was incorrectly factored and, well, you know The Third Law," the four year old chuckled. Those that were aware enough to respond just scrunched their faces in her direction. As the line for the bathroom began to reform Lincoln started towards it but was stopped by a shriller voice that he'd passed.

"Linky!...can you help me?..." Lola whined apparently still in too much shock to turn to face him. She just stared blankly at the frame of the door she was stuck in. Not even bothering to turn around, Lincoln lazily reversed the direction of his walk and paced backwards a few steps to her car. With a few motions of his hands the seatbelt was undone and he lowered the young sister to the floor where she tried to follow him to the line...when her feet would follow what her dizzied brain instructed them to do.

Though remnants of chaos still littered the area, it was dying down to normal enough levels for the household to get back to its default insanity. Lola finally joined the congregation for the bathroom was the help of Lana once she'd pried herself out from beneath a dresser shelf while Luan began cracking jokes about explosive materials to hardly anyone's delight. The door to the bathroom eventually opened allowing Leni's done-up self to exit, whom had apparently been oblivious to the entire event as she just walked over to her door and began honking the horn of Lola's car trying to get it to move out of the way.

The only other one that didn't seem too affected by what had happened was Lucy who'd claimed the spot behind Lincoln and had just been watching everything. With her arms crossed she looked at the door to Lisa's room for a few seconds in thought and then turned her head to Leni, the blond-haired beauty having given up on honking the car's horn due to now apparently being under the impression that she needed to call someone on her phone to get the vehicle towed. Lucy shook her head slowly and looked at the ground. She just continued calculating options in her head with possible solutions to her unknown problem more narrowed now and took a step forward as the line moved.

"-like I was saying, yes, it does get a bit complicated," she heard the boy in front of her say for some reason.

"Now where are those ding-dang hot dogs?" Lynn Loud Sr. grumbled as he rummaged around in the refridgerator. While the "division" of the sections of the fridge between the kids had certainly been a good idea for THEM, it made things a fair bit harder to manage sometimes, especially when one of the children decided to hide something away for themselves. Whether it be some snack or an entire meal, things seemed to vanish quite frequently in the multi-colored container. "Alright, sorry kids, but you leave me no choice!" the man declared. Viciously his hands pulled pieces of leftovers out from the shelves to get a better look at what lay behind them. One by one his eyes scanned the chambers, sometimes disappointed, sometimes bewildered.

"THAT'S WHERE THE PIZZA ROLLS WENT!" he yelled pulling a sizeable bag out from behind some pickles in Lana's section, "Oh that little...wait what's that?...oh god!" Covering his nose and mouth, Lynn forced the bag back into place to block the smell of whatever had been deteriorating behind it. He didn't even want to hazard a guess as to what the lump of...fuzziness could have been. "You win this one..." he grumbled. Settling for a safer venture he instead yanked the remnants of a bag of carrots he'd bought a few days ago from her twin's section. Instead of immediately tearing through the next section he came to however, Lynn put a finger on his chin and squinted his eyes.

"Now who's this one belong to?..." he mumbled as he tried to pick up any clues as to who the owner of the blackish lit one was the domain of. Lana...Lola...Lily...Lori...Leni... His eyes just narrowed more and more as he thought, his quest for the hot dogs being forced from his mind momentarily. Then they widened. "...why would Lincoln want that color?..."

"What color?" a younger male voice asked causing Lynn to jump slightly.

"Oh hey son, haha...just...well I was looking for the hot dogs when I got to thinking about your part of the fridge. Why'd you want black?" he asked his son. Lincoln blinked a few times and looked at the part in question in confusion.

"...um...I didn't? That's not mine dad, that's Lucy's."

"Oh-OH! Duh! Of course! Lucy!" Lynn laughed, "Sorry. She just always seems to slip my mind." Lincoln shook his head as his dad rubbed his own in a mixture of relief and embarrassment.

"What about Lincoln?" his mom asked popping her head into the kitchen, "oh hi honey."

"Hey mom," Lincoln greeted as he pushed his way through his dad's limbs to retrieve some ingredients from his part of the fridge. When he attempted to remove himself he found it a bit harder due to Rita having joined her husband in his viewing of the black section.

"Lincoln, why aren't you taking stuff from your area?" she asked pointing at the black section. The boy clenched his eyes shut and pursed his lips not wanting to have to explain things a second time.

"No dear, that's Lucy's!" Lynn laughed.

"Oh right!" she laughed herself and slapped her forehead, "You know it'd be easier to remember if it reminded you with a scare!"

"Oh absolutely! Then you'd know who it was for and that it was there!" While the eldest members of the household chuckled to each other about the anomia of the dark girl Lincoln wandered back to the counter to place down some cooking materials. The variety of ingredients that he'd acquired was quite large. Slicing off a slab of butter from a stick, he dropped it into a pan he'd started heating and rubbed his hands together, a confident smile on his face and his eyelids half drooped.

"-but when you're low on eggs that's not even the problem," Lincoln blurted out figuring his parents would be too preoccupied with their conversation to take note, "in those times you have to be ready to improvise. And fortunately, this guy knows his sisters' tastes. And he also knows that his dad ALREADY USED THE HOT DOGS THE OTHER NIGHT." The amplified words that Lincoln tacked onto the end of his speech popped his father's eyes open and he bonked his head against the corner of the fridge's door. The younger male smiled as he set a plate of meat next to the simmering skillet.

"Hey! What's a girl got to do to get some breakfast around here?" Luan yelped popping her head into the kitchen, "my stomach's egg-cited for some funny-side-up yolks!"

"Dad was thinkin' more along the lines of something to do with hot dogs today, but we're all out of that. And the eggs are pretty low too, but don't worry, Lincoln Loud is on the case," he assured his older sister. Giving a sniff to the air once she heard the meat hit the pan and begin its warming Luan grinned from ear to ear.

"Well, I got no "beef" with this "strogonoff"!" she laughed making her way back into the living room. Continuing to rattle of puns and quips with Mr. Conconuts she didn't even notice Lucy sitting on the floor next to the table in the living room that she had her head propped upon her hand on. Normally she'd be skimming through some dreary book, but today was different. As with her presence in the line for the bathroom she just seemed to point her face in the direction of one of her siblings, this one being the "comedian" that was strolling by. Another mention of "angel hair" to describe some stringy substance she was talking about made Lucy wince.

It's not that she didn't care for her joking sister. After all, she had been the "mentor" that had helped heighten her poetic reputation. But when it came to matters of any serious modicum Luan simply was out of the question. All that her aide would lead to in such matters would be comedic failure and embarrassment. Intentional embarrassment at that. Not to mention the type of people that she'd fancy would not at all be in Lucy's scope of desire. Quite the opposite in fact.

And then there was the other attention-grabber. Bouncing her head up and down to some unhearable beat, Luna jammed past. Striking a particularly "inspiring" part of what she was playing in her head, the rockstar of the family lifted her hand and slammed the pick it was holding through her guitar-strings. Clenching her teeth Lucy gripped her hands over her ears. Yeah, that display would be pleasant. Waltzing in with a guitar strapped around her body and painfully forcing her vocal chords to try and yell some sort of reference to some song, the likes of which would probably be lost on anyone around her due to the age of the lyrics.

"Yo brah, what's the good smells for?" Luna's English-ified accent perked up from the kitchen, "oh nice, well guess I'll call the othe-...oh wait, a burger for me? Wow dude truly are a Magic Man. Can't wait!" Pleased by whatever had transpired in the confines of the kitchen she strummed her way back into the living room and plopped herself down on the couch next to Lucy.

"Yo Luce, what up girl?" she asked cheerily, not even glancing at the smaller girl.

"I'm contemplating the futility of the measures we take to impress others and why we should even try," she told her robotically, "as well as the assistance of those that could never understand the issue. Why do we have these needs and desires? What's it all amount to?" For a few seconds Luna actually stopped playing with her guitar.

"...wow man that's deep," she smiled. Closing her eyes she nodded her head. A few more seconds passed after she started strumming the instrument again before she stuttered to a stop and bent her brows in confusion.

"...wait, was that an observation or a question?"

"Sigh..." Lucy muttered. Not showing an indication for an answer one way or the other, she rose to her feet and walked to the steps to ascend to the second floor.

"Just be sure ya file it for BOTH of ya," Clyde called back over his shoulder. With a satisfied smile on his face the boy walked out of the living room and entered the kitchen of his house. There were few things he loved more than helping his dads out, and with how well versed he was in taxes he had become a bit essential in their management of the yearly assesses. Well okay, he did also love Ace Savvy and One-Eyed Jack more...and hanging out with Lincoln...and...Lori...Lori... Squinting his eyes shut, Clyde flipped the images of the older girl out of his mind. A few deep breaths later and he found himself opening the fridge door to get some cheese and crackers out to snack on.

Yeah, the eldest Loud Sister was a given for his desires. Still, if he had to choose...Lori... Viciously he shook his head. Yeah yeah, Lori. But to choose between his favorite things. Her, Ace Savvy, Lincoln...he wasn't quite sure he knew the answer. To pick a favorite was simply rigged. Ace and One-Eyed Jack had been there forever, but once he met Lincoln his whole life had changed. He finally had somebody to spend his time with. Someone that enjoyed what he did. A partner in crime so-to-speak. His best friend ever. Someone that would always be there with him. The two were practically brothers. The Loud House in its entirety probably wouldn't even object to that notion with how often he seemed to dwell within its confines alongside his friend's actual siblings.

And yet for their similarities there were differences. Confidence. Though rather foolhardy at times, Lincoln's, usually, more bold actions were something that Clyde could admit to a bit of a jealousy for. More often than not Lincoln's schemes tended to blow up in his face at first, but it was his determination and boldness that saw him through and that was something that Clyde simply didn't possess as much of. Even if it meant that people would rag on him and ridicule him, Lincoln went through with his actions, steadfast in his ways. Perhaps it was that quality that made him so appealing. Him not seeming to care as much what punishment he'd have to suffer in favor of what he felt he should do.

At the same time however, it was that attitude that could work against his attraction. Clyde rolled his eyes as he made it into his room and shoved one of the crackers into his mouth. He, nor anyone (he was pretty sure), would ever forget that phase of Lincoln feeling the need to make himself more "unpredictable". He'd nearly contemplated moving into Dr. Lopez's office from the anxiety he suffered from the whole ordeal. For all he'd known he had been losing his best friend. But no, it was just another of Lincoln's hair-brained antics. Thankfully it'd all just been an act. Clyde wasn't sure what he would have done if the boy had actually just up and changed for real. Speaking of Lincoln however...

"Come in Gordon Ramsay, Gordon Ramsay this is Bobby Flay over," the boy's voice piped up over the walky-talky on Clyde's night-stand. He grabbed the device with a smirk.

"I read you loud and clear Bobby, what's the four-one-one today?"

"Well, I decided to make up some breakfast for my sisters but we didn't have that many eggs," Lincoln explained, "So I've been putting together some other things for most of it."

"Sounds good, I'm having cheese and crackers myself," Clyde told him taking a pleasant bite of one of his items, "getting a bit...quite a bit late for breakfast though."

"Hey you try getting it done for ten siblings," Lincoln grumbled.

"Touche. So...whatcha need me for?"

"Well I was just gonna see if you could help me decide what Lori's gonna ge-"

"L-L-"

"Oh right-wait Clyd-!"

"LORI?..." all at once the boy's system faltered. His mind just went blank. If he could see he didn't bother to pay attention. All he could feel was weightlessness and euphoria, the lighter sensation of his body probably being contributed to partly from the red liquid that had begun gushing out of his nose like a water faucet. His mouth seemed to no longer be able to form words. Not that he even attempted to. He was lost in his visions of his friend's older sister.

"I'll just...call ya back...later..." Lincoln's voice murmured sheepishly before it cut off with a click leaving Clyde to collapse almost lifelessly onto his bed.

"Come on Lola, speed this buggy up!" Lana yelled. The twins' ride viciously swerved to make its way onto the steps to the second floor of the house. Leni just barely avoided getting hit, not that she took any notice.

"...Hi Lana, hi Lola!" she called cheerily to the air in front of her about two seconds after they were gone, bits of rice blowing in the breeze in their wake. The room was filled with a series of bumps and thumps from the ascension of the mini-vehicle. Its occupants rattled back and forth in their seats. Well Lola did at the least. Lana however was clinging to the windshield with her foot on top of the door to her side, a furrowed brow adorning her face. With a screech the car made a sharp turn to the right and sped down the short length of the hall towards the end at which point the more boyish twin ejected from her perch and somersaulted into a run upon hitting the ground. With a bang the door to the bathroom was thrust open and her trusty plunger was pulled into view.

"I-I don't know what happened. One thing led to another and just...it wouldn't work anymore," the older brown-haired girl tried to explain.

"Yeah yeah, tell it to the judge," Lola spat at Lynn, "you're just lucky we're done eating. A few minutes earlier and you'd be having to deal with this yourself. As it is you're keeping me from some valuable fort-ruling right now." Lynn looked to the side sheepishly. In the background sloshing suctiony sounds could be heard.

"Look, I'm a big girl. I gotta eat too," she tried to excuse herself.

"Yeah, but I don't recall the rest of the house clogging it up this much," Lola shot back earning her a glare, "besides, you probably wouldn't need to eat so much if you didn't burn all that energy off with all that ucky sports crap you do."

"Ucky!?" Lynn scoffed, "I'll have you know that that "sports crap" is what makes me better than any of you lot." Lola rolled her eyes. She could already tell where this was going. "Football? Touchdowns. EVERY TIME. Soccer? Goal! Even board games! I own all of your asses!"

"Yeah, that's gonna make you a great hit when you decide to go after a guy," Lola chuckled as she inspected her nails, "hey bro! I can take on an entire baseball team by myself! I could probably kick your ass too!"

"No it'd probably go something more like "hey man, I heard you liked losing! I just so happen to be able to be better at you in EVERYTHING EVER. Not that I hold that against you, I'm just that good. I know I know, you totally dig me"," Lana added joining in the laughter with her girlier look-a-like as she exited the bathroom at the expense of an ever reddening Lynn, "oh, toilet's fine now by the way."

"Yeah, thanks," Lynn growled. The twins could practically see the veins of her eyes slithering about in their orbs. "And just so you know, I could totally get a guy easier than either of you brats could. And he'd damn well know what a fine catch he got. I'd make sure of that!" With a slam Lynn re-entered the bathroom leaving the two younger Loud siblings to glance at each other.

"...was she just trying to prove our point or does she actually believe that?" Lana questioned. Lola shrugged in response. The two were silent for a second before they hopped back into motion.

"Bet you can't build a proper fort out of the sticks lying around the yard!"

"Oh you are on!"

Excitedly Lola and Lana hopped back in the pink car and tore back down the stairs. Lucy could feel her dress flap against her legs from the wind that rushed across her from where they'd passed her room which she was standing by. The display of her sisters certainly did not inspire confidence in her agenda. She lifted a hand to scratch her chin. The entire day had just been a chaotic viewing of the earth-shattering failures that would unfold from her investment in the workings of those she dwelt with. Lucy was so lost in thought that she hardly even noticed her brother pass by with a plate that held on it two hard boiled eggs.

With a closed-eyed smile adorning his face, Lincoln knocked on one of the doors. The low murmuring had been such a part of the background that it'd seemed like complete silence until it stopped after the knock halted and, after a few seconds, the door cracked open revealing a narrow-eyed older girl.

"What do you want twerp? Don't you know I'm on the line with Boo-Boo Bear?" Lori hissed at him. Popping his eyes open, Lincoln simply held up the plate to his sister. Lori blinked a few times and blushed. "...well...yeah, whatever," she grunted as she took the plate and vanished back into her room to resume her conversation with her boyfriend. Lucy shook her head. She wasn't even about to try that one. She very vividly remembered her "golfing" excursion with Rocky, the event of which Lori herself spearheaded. Not that any of her other sisters had lent a proper solution. Just failures. Every. One. Of. Them.

"...sigh..." Lucy muttered hanging on the word a bit longer than normal. That was it then. There was nothing to do. Just a stage to stand on and watch from as she remained on her lonesome. No one way to garner assistance. Lucy turned around to head into her room but backed up a bit after making the rotation. There stood her brother, a plate held towards her in his hands with a substance comprised of black and yellow coloring. Lucy rocked her head about a couple of times and looked at him.

"Don't worry Luce, I'm not gonna pull a mom and dad. I didn't forget about you," Lincoln laughed dropping the plate into her hands, "I didn't exactly have all the ingredients to make everyone's favorites, not that I would have for Lana anyhow, but I had just enough eggs to pass around to those I couldn't do the meals for. I mean...it was supposed to be breakfast anyhow, but...well sushi took a bit longer to make than I was expecting..." Lucy stood there looking down at the blackened eggs. Unseen by Lincoln thoughts were swimming slowly through her head. Not getting a response from her, Lincoln rubbed his arm.

"Well...you enjoy that then. I'm gonna finally sit down to have MY meal," he stated excusing himself to retreat into his room, "And now for that breakfast burrit-YAHHH!" The boy clutched his heart in the spot that he'd jumped back to once he'd latched his door shut and turned to the desk he'd left his burrito on. Through raggedy breaths his vision shook in its display of the dark girl that had somehow materialized in his room in the impossible amount of time it would have taken her to enter and get past him.

"Lincoln...thank you," Lucy told him. His mouth was the size of a penny. He was still trying to regain his composure.

"...y-yeah...n-n-...no problem..." he wheezed. Shakily he stepped towards his desk. He didn't even try to question how Lucy had gotten where she was. With how the household worked it was just something you grew to accept, and his hunger over-rid the desire to inquire much further beyond the nature of their lives. As he reached for the food however another hand grabbed his own and pulled it to the side. Sullen he glanced at Lucy. Her hand seemed to flow with warmth upon contact with his.

"..."

"...I need your help," she told him. Lincoln's eyebrow lifted a bit.

"...with what?...I'd rather not try to raise a body from the dead again..."

"The bite-mark's gone," Lucy pointed out. Lincoln folded his arms over his chest and let the lids of his eyes drop slightly. "...well...it is...but don't worry. That's not why I'm here."

"Thank god," Lincoln sighed, "...so...what is it then?" Lucy's head tilted towards the ground. "...Lucy?" he asked after not getting much in the way of a response. The girl brought her hand to her hair where its fingers twirled some strands between them.

"...there's...this...thing coming up...this...dance..." she told him. Lincoln's reluctant curiosity grew the more she talked. "And...I...saw this...guy...that I...might want to...might want to...um..."

"Go with?" Lincoln suggested. Lucy couldn't look at his smug grin directly.

"Sigh," she said. Lincoln's grin morphed into a more genuine smile as his light teasing took effect.

"Well, congrats," he told her, "so...what do you need me for?" Lucy looked back towards his face. Now it was her turn to rub her arm.

"I...was hoping you...might be able to...well...help me...get him?..." she said slowly. Lincoln shook his head in confusion.

"Me? You're coming to me for this? What about-"

"Lincoln, when has anything that has to do with romantic assistance EVER turned out good from our sisters' involvement?" she asked him. Lincoln opened his mouth to respond but no words came out. His eyes rolled in their sockets until his jaw shut at which point he rubbed his chin and darted the eyes around again. Then the mouth opened to let out an apparent answer.

"...no wait, I just got punched in the eye from that," he muttered.

"Yeah...good times," Lucy nodded. Lincoln just gave her an irritated look.

"Alright, fine. Here's an idea. Talk to him," Lincoln told her. Satisfied in his support he reached for the burrito only to have it denied once more.

"Too risky. It'd jeopardize everything," Lucy rebuked.

"Jeopardize everything?" Lincoln asked.

"I...he's...you see..." Lucy...well it wasn't so much a stammer as it was her way of talking causing her voice to trail off as it got quieter and quieter until she was fidgeting her thumbs together in near silence. It was almost adorable to look at.

"...you're nervous and don't want to blow it with awkwardness," he concluded turning back to face her. The girl nodded. "So you want to find a way to win him over." Again she nodded.

"And seeing as you always have a plan..." she noted. Cockily Lincoln brushed his knuckles across his chest. It was certainly nice to have someone that noticed.

"Well, I am pretty good at that," he admitted, "gonna need a bit more to work with though if we're gonna bag the guy. Anything you can tell me?" Lucy thought through the night in her head.

"He had a round head and was taller than me," she said.

"...and?..."

"He wore black."

"Oh shock and amaze," Lincoln said flattening his expression. With no more words coming his eyes opened a fraction more. "That's seriously all you got?"

"...yes."

Lincoln slapped his forehead. Clearly they needed more information if any "plan" was to be formulated, but how would they get it? Cupping his chin in his hand he looked his sister up and down. Either out of nervousness or politeness Lucy put her arms behind her back and shifted her feet a bit.

"...and this was at your Goth Mic Night thingy?" he asked receiving a nod in response, "...when's the next one?"

"In about an hour. It's a special Friday-Saturday Night double-session. I was gonna get ready for it when you came by," Lucy said. Lincoln's eyes lit up and he grinned as he snapped fingers.

"That's it then," he nodded. He began rummaging around in a drawer at the base of his desk. Lucy tried to peek over his shoulder to see what he was doing.

"What's what?" she asked.

"This," Lincoln grinned pulling out a roll of tape. Lucy cocked her head to the side trying to figure out just what was going through her brother's head. "You got your phone?" he asked.

"...yeah?" she replied pulling it out. Eagerly Lincoln snatched it out of her hand and flipped it to its video-recording mode.

"Before you go in start a recording," he told her putting the device into the collar of her outfit. Its lens rested right in the opening below her throat. The next motions caused a shade of crimson to flow through the girl's cheeks. Without warning, Lincoln reached down and shot his arms up through the underside of her dress. When they'd reached her upper torso she heard a ripping sound from the tape he was holding and his hands began passing the unraveling roll back and forth around her body allowing the adhesive to start strapping her phone in place. The whole while a warmness danced about the girl's face.

She hadn't expected the sudden brushing of the hands. The actions had startled her so much that it was only when the hands were making the final lap around her body that she had begun to regain her sense. With the tape firmly holding the phone in place on her chest, Lincoln's hands retreated back downwards and exited out of the bottom of her dress. Smiling he tapped the phone a few times and gave a thumbs-up.

"See if you can find the guy in there and keep the camera pointed at him as best as you can," he instructed, "once we've got proper footage to work with, THEN we can work on where to go from there." Lucy looked down at the camera and then back up at Lincoln and nodded slowly. Her face was starting to return to its normal color. Happy with the arrangement Lincoln nodded as well.

"...thank you," Lucy told him and departed. Smiling Lincoln finally grabbed his food.

Well, it's definitely more difficult now to make fanfics than it used to. Just so much more stuff to do now in life. Still, this is pretty fun to do again. And writing for so many different interacting personalities is an interesting setup for the humor and adventures that can come from it. Generally I've been thinking up parts of the chapters at work and then, when I have time amidst all the deviant art stuff, comic-making, and videos I make, working on the chapters on the side when I'm at home.

Got two weeks worth of material to make for this story though given the time limit of Lucy's "Ball" so it should be a sizeable amount of shenanigans to write about before this tale's done. How exactly are she and Lincoln going to get the boy? Will it even work in the end? Or even matter? Well...I know the answers to all of this, but I guess you guys'll just have to keep checking on this story to eventually find out.