TigerTulip: Thank you to everybody who read the first chapter and those who reviewed. This chapter's title is a spoof on Lauryn Hill's Killing Me Softly. When I was developing this chapter, I wanted an interesting background for my character Roo and for why the main title is really called "You Can Never Be Broken." I hope you all enjoy!
Kills Me Softly
Roo was mumbling under her breath as Exile carried her down to his room. He was going to keep an eye on the girl overnight so that she would have enough rest for the long day ahead of her and his. Hunter was right behind him and saw that the girl would not give up on leaving. Hunter felt it was his time to step in and help the situation.
"Hey, Exile, why not let the kid walk for a little? I mean, it won't help for her to stretch her legs, right?" he insisted.
"No, she is going back home and she needs to sleep," Exile didn't turn to look back at his leader.
"Why are you so hell-bent on trying to get her back yourself?" Hunter asked.
"Because in Mother Russia; leaving your home and family behind is insubordinate."
"Well this is America! Plenty of terrible parents would trade their kids on the street for a bag of rocks!" Roo jumped into the conversation.
"Hush little one," Exile ordered.
Roo ignored him and began kicking him on his chest. Exile stopped and began to shake the little girl in his arms up and down mildly. Hunter watched as Exile tried to calm the ten-year-old down. Hunter had never seen this side of Exile before. Being so patient with someone who wasn't and he had never seen Exile interact with a child before. He thought children would be as foreign to Exile as living in the desert. Maybe there was something of Exile's past that he wasn't telling them.
"Exile, if you want I can take the kiddo for a while, while you get some sleep," Hunter opened his arms to take the exhausted girl.
"No, it is my duty to perform and I shall do it," Exile said and continued down to where his room was. Hunter shook his head and gave up. He wanted nothing more than to go back home to the white house and be with his real master, the President. Besides, all the other Rovers went back to their homes. Why not Hunter?
Exile had to wait outside his room before entering to make sure Roo was going to tire out and be ready for bed. Eventually, the girl stopped kicking and pounding her fists and slumped over his shoulder exhausted and sleepy. "You're really not going to let me go back to my old life are you?" she mumbled and yawned.
"If that means going back to your rightful home, then yes," Exile carried her into his room.
The room was dark with only the light of the open door leaking in. He placed her into his bed and began to undo her shoe laces. "I don't like this bed," she complained, "It has dog fur all in it." She rubbed her eyes and squeaked another yawn.
"That's because it is my bed, little one," he answered annoyed.
Roo flinched and she looked down at the bed again. She felt rather uncomfortable being on someone else's mattress. "W-Where are you going to sleep?" she asked intimidated. Exile pointed over to his chair and told her that he would not be sleeping all night to make sure she would not flee in the middle of a one of his naps.
"N-No!" she started to squirm as he tried to tuck her in. She got out of the bed and tried to flee but Exile stopped her. He placed her back in the bed and told her to stop acting so childishly. "I don't want to sleep in a bed that's supposed to be someone else's!" Roo said bluntly.
"Why? Is it bad luck to you?" Exile chuckled. He had heard strange rumors of bad luck outside of his country in other ones. Like in America if a black cat crossed your path, you'd get bad luck but in the UK if a black cat crossed your path, it means good luck. In Egypt, if a broom sweeps your feet, you won't get married. Maybe this was some odd belief of hers.
"No! It's rude! If I use things that don't belong to me, I get hurt!"
"Don't be weird girl alright; I have to tell Blitz that all the time. Don't make me start with you."
Suddenly, the girl clung to Exile's torso in fear, not wanting to let go. He eyes were the size of golf balls and small tears were starting to form in her eyes. Exile's ears shot up as his heart leapt bewilderedly. What was this girl doing?! What was so frightening about sleeping on a bed that was so scary to her? Exile tried to pull her away from him and she would not budge. Exile sighed and asked, "Okay, so what do you suppose we do about this?"
"You sleep in your bed while I sleep on the floor," she sniffed, "I don't want to get in trouble!"
Exile sighed and put a hand to his exhausted head.
"And have you sneak out of Road Rovers HQ while I'm asleep? No way. How about we do this little one." He motioned her over to his chair and said, "How about I sit on my chair and you sit with me so that way, no one sleeps in other's bed. No bad luck. No one gets into trouble.
Roo nodded wearily and walked over to the chair with the husky. He sat down in the dark blue Russian armchair. It was a beautiful armchair with real pine scented wood that brought joy and relaxation to Exile whenever he sat down in it. The Rover nestled down in the chair and helped Roo onto his knee. He watched her for a half an hour to fall asleep.
She yawned and rubbed her drooping eyelids with her fists and eventually she fell asleep in his arms. Her head was lying on his chest and she did not make a sound. Funny, Exile thought, she is so tiny and yet a strong girl. Stubborn as ox but still tiny as little fox kit. He supported Roo with his right arm and with his free hand, cradled his chin. The husky made sure not to take his eyes off the girl. For any minute she could run away.
But she didn't.
She lay on his knee and stayed quiet the entire time.
Exile had accidentally fallen asleep.
Exile gasped himself awake. He looked down to see if the girl was still there.
His anxiety calmed when he saw that she was still sleeping. He inhaled and exhaled through his nose, hinting a sigh. He closed his eyes and laid his chin back into his free hand. He called himself a lucky idiot. He was an idiot for falling asleep but lucky for not waking to a missing girl he had promised his Master to return to her home.
He gently shook the girl awake.
She moaned and nestled her head back into his robed chest. Exile was about to shake her again until she squeaked a yawn. It put him off guard. She sounded exactly like a puppy waking up. Exile stared at her without any noticeable emotion on his face. He then got a whiff of her scent. Pine sap. It was his favorite kind of smell. She nuzzled her head again into his chest and that's when he woke back up.
"Hey, what do I look like to you? A pillow?" he asked and shook her awake successfully this time.
"You're soft as a pillow," she said dizzily.
Exile felt that he could put her down seeing as she did not run away in the middle of the night. Roo yawned again and asked what time it was. Exile looked at his alarm. It read six a.m. as usual.
"This early?!" she complained.
"Yes, little one," the husky replied and led her out of the room to find someone to watch her so he could shower. The male Rovers got lucky. Since Blitz woke up each morning to shower first and with Shag hogging it to drink out of the toilet, the Master decided to build individual bathrooms in their rooms. Colleen never needed to worry about her own bathroom. Being the only female, she had the women's room all to herself. For the rest of the morning, Exile had it all planned out. He and Roo would leave by eight o'clock to get her back to the "foster home".
Hunter was awake and at the kitchen table. He was lapping up water from his dog bowl. He looked so at peace, Exile didn't want to disturb his comrade. It was too late. As soon as he and Roo came into the kitchen, the retriever's eyes caught sight of them. He licked his chops, sat up straight in the chair, and greeted them;
"Hey guys, what's up?"
"I do not want to bother you, Hunter," Exile confessed, "But I wish to shower before my mission and—"
His wince at Roo was the only hint Hunter needed.
The retriever smiled and said, "No prob Exile. I'll keep an eye on the kid here."
Exile nodded and went back to his room.
He undressed and got into to the shower. He pulled his ears back when the warm water hit his fur. Exile loved his showering time. Memories of Siberia and pleasant times with his friends would run through his mind at the time. He would dream of his abnormal obsession of tall pine trees. He loved the smell, sight, and scent of them. It led him to thinking about the girl. He couldn't get Roo's pine sap scent out of his head.
She half smelled like that and the other half was peaches and cream.
He didn't care for the peaches and cream part but Mother of Russia, a human that smelt like pine sap, his favorite smell of all time. He figured since she had been in the national park and lumberyard of course she was going to pick up the scents of the wilderness. The little girl reminded him of the great pine trees of his homeland.
When his shower was finished, he walked out of the washroom, and back to the kitchen. He was in his normal silver uniform with a red "R" on the chest.
Hunter was busy trying to entertain Roo. The girl tilted her head to the side as she tried to keep up with him as he used his super speed. Hunter sped up from behind Roo and poked the girl in the back of the shoulder. She almost sprung up in surprise. She turned around and saw his after-image and noticed the retriever was going into another direction again. He came around the bend from the left and scooped up Roo who screamed, not predicting it. He sped around the base doing wheelies to entertain her and the little girl let out a laugh.
The speed was exhilarating, twisting, and out of control. She felt tears coming out of her eyes; she could not keep up with the wind blasting in her face. She loved running around like this.
When Hunter realized she was getting dizzy, he stopped. Roo wobbled back and forth in his one arm as Hunter let out a "woot!"
Exile chuckled as he went over to the two.
"That was quite a ride was it not, little one?" he asked.
When her dizzy-spell was over, the girl smiled and said, "Can we do that again? It was awesome!"
"Maybe later kiddo," Hunter set her down and led her over to the kitchen table.
They sat down and Exile came over to join them. Shag was at the stove cooking up another one of his gourmet meals. He was humming a song to himself as he happily stirred the brown-lumped food in the tall pot. He took out the ladle, sipped, tasted the food in his mouth and lips, and placed the ladle back in with satisfaction. Hunter and Exile's stomachs began to growl with anticipation. Once the smell of the food hit their nostrils, all they wanted to do was try it. Roo crinkled her nose. Something about the food didn't smell right.
When the sheepdog was done, he took out three dog bowls and poured his genius into them. He walked over to the table with one bowl in his left flat palm and the other two on his flat out arm and right palm. He looked very much like a waiter at a restaurant this way. He placed the bowls down individually in front of everyone and stepped aside. Shag, with his arms across his back, waited eagerly for Roo to try hers. He didn't have a chance to feed her one of his famous meals last night because she was sent to bed early for her "incident" with Colleen.
Hunter and Exile were drooling over their bowls and bit their bottom lips. They haven't eaten since last morning before going to Maine. The dogs took their bowls and dug in.
Roo looked at them with a mixture of disgust and envy. She was hungry too but the smell was intimidating to her. She looked at her reflection in the brown liquid and shrugged her shoulders. She picked up the spoon in front of her and put it into the food. Shag stood over her, waiting to see what this newcomer thought of his cooking.
Coming up with new concoctions was Shag's favorite thing after drinking from the toilet.
Speaking of which, Exile and Hunter lifted their heads just as Roo was about to open her mouth. They didn't know how a human would react to Shag's secret ingredient he either boiled or mixed into his cooking. Would she get sick? Exile ran to stop her but her lips already touched the spoon.
She swallowed the concoction and spat out her tongue. The texture was horrible. It was all lumpy, slimy, and stuck her gums and in between her teeth. She couldn't get a taste of chlorine out of her head either. She gazed over at Exile and Hunter who had looks of fear and worry on them.
"What?" her voice broke the silence.
"Um—Roo, are you okay?" Hunter gulped.
"The taste wasn't good and it's a little slimy in my mouth but—" she looked over to the sheepdog. She didn't want to hurt his feelings so she put on a smile; "But—It's still good."
Shag let out a sigh of relief and went back his food. Exile's arms hung over his bent knees as he continued to stare at Roo. She actually liked it? Hunter took his gaze off of Roo slowly and went back to eating his meal. Maybe Shag's secret ingredient did appeal to some humans
It wasn't until Shag ducked underneath the stove and pulled back up a bucket of water and poured it into the pot. When Roo asked what was in the bucket, Hunter bluntly said, "Toilet water. You know, I'm surprised you as a human would like it so much. You know, I never would have predicted th—"
"Blaggghhhh!"
As Hunter was speaking, Roo bent over on the floor and heaved chunks.
"Huh. I would not have predicted that either."
"I can't believe you let me eat that!"
The girl was whining in the back of the Cloud Rover as Exile drove in the cockpit. When they were cleaning her up from the vomit, she was crying and fussing the entire time. They had a hard time explaining to their Master about the puke on the kitchen floor. When they told him he nearly puked himself.
Now the girl was holding her stomach as she sat in her seat of the small jet.
"Hey, Exile, do you think we should pull over, kiddo over here doesn't look too hot again," Hunter asked.
The retriever asked to come along since there was nothing else to do in Mission Control that day. Parvo and Groomer weren't seen for weeks and no banks or dogs were being kidnapped for their experiments. Not refusing his request, Exile allowed him to come. The husky and leader were close to each other in their friendship. Not allowing Hunter to come would be like summer in the Antarctic for Exile.
"No," Exile said, "We have a mile of flight before we reach her home."
Exile frowned.
Their Master gave them directions to her foster home in Maine but he couldn't help but perseverate on the last thing their Master was trying to tell them. It seemed blurred out in the back of his and Hunter's head. The Rovers couldn't remember. Exile being in such a hurry to get his mission over with and Hunter playing with a tennis ball in his mouth. The only one that seemed to have focused on what the man was saying was Roo.
"C'mon Exile, I don't want to see the kid upchuck right here in the Cloud Rover."
Exile looked back and saw that Roo was looking rather green. He sighed and gazed back out the window. Maybe they could take a break, to give the girl one last moment of freedom before going back home.
They chose a spot outside the small island town of Islesford, Maine. They landed on a rocky beach only a few meters away from a wooded area. Hunter, Exile, and Roo came out of the Sky Rover's walkway and onto the coast. The sky was bluish-grey as seagulls squawked while flying in the air and nestling themselves atop the ocean's current. Exile looked out to the birds on the ocean. They looked like little white boats bopping up and down on the waves.
The beach was uneven as rocks covered most of the sand. The Rovers and Roo were careful where they stepped. Roo was looking into the woods and looked back at the dogs. She pointed and asked if she could use a bush to vomit behind.
Exile and Hunter looked at each other, reluctantly, and back at the girl.
"Do you promise not to run away?" Exile asked.
She nodded.
"Okay," he said as he watched the girl head into the forest.
What was supposed to take three minutes turned into ten. The dogs became skeptical and the husky turned to his comrade; "She ran away didn't she?"
"Yup," was all Hunter said.
The dogs lunged forward and into action to find her.
Hunter was speeding through the forest, leaving his noticeable fire-trail behind. He circled around the entire area and back again. It was in vain. The girl could not be found. He ran back to Exile who was waiting by a tall rock. Hunter stopped in front of him and said, "I scouted every nook n' cranny of this place and I still can't find the kid."
Exile cursed in Russian as he shook his head. He pinched his forehead with his fingers and looked back up at Hunter. "I was supposed to get this child back to her destination and I failed, comrade," he said.
"Don't worry Exile, buddy, we'll find her," Hunter smiled confidently. He placed a hand on the husky's shoulder hinting everything was going to be all right.
Exile smiled at him and nodded. They continued their search until Exile noticed something in the distance. He squint his eyes to get a better look. It was Roo!
When he got his hands on her she was going to wish she hadn't have run away. The husky stomped up to her direction as Hunter followed behind nervously. Not for the girl but for Exile. They heard voices. It was a voice different from the girl's. It was more mature and raspy at the same time. Then they realized something, Roo wasn't alone.
The girl hadn't had turned her back to see the Rovers as Exile hid behind a tree and Hunter, a rock. They wanted to stay hidden as long as they could get answers. They listened closely.
"Why are you back here?" came, the raspy voice.
"I was picked up," Roo responded.
"By who? The cops?"
Exile leaned forward trying to get a better look at the person Roo was talking to. He couldn't see until a thirteen-year-old girl stepped up onto the hill Roo stood on and was at her side. She was blonde with blue eyes with a mid-tanned skin color. She kept her straight hair tied back in a ponytail. She said;
"How did you get away from them? You know if TLC catches you, they'll lead the cops straight toward you. I might be in trouble just for knowing where you are."
Roo smiled softly and dipped her head, "I know. But it wasn't the cops that found me and don't worry, they'll never catch me."
The blonde shook her head, "You know that's what gets you caught over and over again. You get cocky and think that you're so smart and then you just get caught in the end."
"It won't happen this time, Charlene! Trust me! I'm never going back to that stupid group home ever again!"
Exile gave a confused look. She said that she belonged to a foster home, not a "group home." What was a group home anyways? Then the husky remembered those two words that his Master had told him right before they left. Darn. If only he heard his Master's explanation of it. Why did Roo deliberately sneak away anyways to meet up with this girl, Charlene, anyways? Exile didn't have time for these questions. He was going to learn more by listening than thinking right now.
"Come with me Char!" Roo insisted, "Together we can be free. Free from that place. It won't be us against the staff anymore. We can hop the next ferry out of this miserable island and get to the city. We can go back to where my Uncle Ron and I used to live. Things will be different for us, you'll see!"
"Why would I want to go down to that disgusting city? You see, there you go again. Thinking you can beat the odds."
"—At least I have a plan on not to get caught like you did with us!" Roo yelled, mentioning his and her friend's past. There was more to Roo's anger than that. Her "Uncle Ron" and the place where she lived with him must have meant something to her, Exile thought.
A sudden rush of anger flushed over Charlene and the girl rasped, "What do you know about running away?! I tried everything to be on my own when my foster parents didn't want me and were about to dump me back into DCF! I had to spend winters in the streets of the city. I had to fight for food when it was scarce. I had to do what it took to survive there, little girl! Where did you flee to? The damn forest! Two totally different settings."
"—At least I tried while you gave up."
Roo grunted when she was shoved back by Charlene. It was strange. Why Roo kept this person as a friend to Hunter and Exile. Was her life really that rough that, that was the only person she could make a connection with?
"—Get out of here, Roo," Charlene clutched her fists at her side and looked to the ground.
Roo stared at her friend in bewildered anger until they heard a twig snap in the distance. They gasped and looked down the hill to see a man with black hair and brown eyes.
"The hell are you doing up there Charlene?" he demanded.
"Chaz, I!" Charlene was partially shoved out of the way when "Chaz" saw Roo.
"Sooo you came back," he gave the ten-year-old a wicked smile. He bet down in front of her, revealing his rat-buck-like-teeth to her. Roo did not phase through his intimidation and flexed her chest out at him to show him she wasn't afraid. Exile and Hunter didn't blame her. This man seemed slimy and villainous. His grin went away and put a hand on her shoulder;
"Louis will be glad to know where you are now. So this is where you've been hiding."
Roo slapped his hand off her shoulder and said, "Not really, where I was really hiding is none of your business."
The man pretended not to notice her last words. Instead, he grabbed both girls by their wrists and began to pull them down the trail. Exile growled protectively and Hunter shook his head, noting him to stay hidden. The girls grunted as they tried to get free but the man was too strong.
"Knock it off you two! Let's get this over with!"
"No!" hollered Roo. She then proceeded to bite his hand and the man let go in surprise, "No!"
She bolted back to the woods, barely noticing Exile and Hunter. The Rovers leaned their backs closer to their hiding spots when Chaz ran past them soon after. They watched in anticipation as a terrified Roo made her way down another hill. When she got down the hill, she accidentally tripped over a large stick. She fell on her hands and knees with a thud.
"Gotcha ya little savage!" Chaz jumped on top of her and tried to restrain the girl. Roo pleaded for him to stop, that he was hurting her. The man didn't. He laughed and continued to hold her down.
Exile bit down on his teeth and fired a heat beam at a branch near Chaz's head, warning him to stop. The man yelped in surprise and turned to see who dared to do that to him. He was soon face to face with two large dog-men growling down at him. He began to sweat and let go of Roo.
The girl quickly got up and ran behind Exile, clinging to his side.
"What do you think you are doing hurting children like that?" Exile snarled.
"W-What kind of freaks are you?" Chaz demanded to know.
"We're Road Rovers!" Hunter punched him in the face knocking the man out cold.
With the unconscious man lying on the ground, the Rovers looked back to Charlene who watched in disbelief. She had the same look on her face as Roo when she saw them for the first time. Dogs that could stand on two legs? They walked over to the girl with Roo still clinging to Exile's side.
Hunter knelt down next to Charlene and placed his hands onto his shoulders. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Charlene nodded, "T-Thank you. Chaz isn't one of our favorite staffs—you can see why."
"What do you mean by staff?" Hunter asked.
"We live at a group home," Roo explained. For that moment, the girls seemed to be forgetting they were originally mad at each other; "It's a place where people with specific needs and situations are shoved into."
"We live at the TLC group home down the path. It's for people with either physical or mental disabilities. Roo and I were sent there by DCF. It's not a good place. They suck as staff to take care of us, the clients. All of them are either smoking cigarettes, talking on their phones, or making fun of us."
"They use a shed called an "isolation room" to put us into if we start acting up."
"Sometimes they leave you in there all day."
Exile and Hunter gulped. All day? What kind of place was this? A pound? Whatever it was, Exile was not going to let Roo go back to it. He couldn't learn to live with himself if he did. The Master had to understand.
"I'm taking her back with us, Hunter," Exile said, "I won't allow Roo to go back to that—Group home—"
Roo was about ready to jump in excitement. She looked to Charlene and asked her to come with them.
"No," Charlene shook her head, "I'm done with running away. I know it's no use. They'll just end up finding me. I'm going back to TLC."
Before Roo could protest, Hunter spoke first. He calmly said, "Then if you are to go back, get the good staff to come and pick up rat-face here." He pointed to the fallen man behind him and Charlene smiled.
"I will," she said. Before they left, Charlene looked back and said, "Please take care of Roo. She thinks she knows everything but she doesn't. She also gets into a lot of trouble, right Roo?"
"I do," Roo gave distained smile.
The Master and Shag were confused to see Roo back at Mission Control. The girl walked happily in front of Exile and Hunter as they went down the hall and into the Meeting Room. She was glad not to be going back to TLC. Exile and Hunter looked at each other nervously, not knowing what their Master was going to say.
"So you're all back," he stated quietly.
Exile and Hunter remained silent with their heads dipped and ears flattened back. Their Master didn't seem too mad at that moment of speaking. Maybe it was just him holding down his disappointment or annoyance that they didn't succeed at their mission. Whatever the reason, Exile stepped forward first and said, "It was my fault Master. I had no idea the real place where Roo lived was awful. Surely you understand I couldn't leave her there."
The Master looked to the ground with his arms folded across his back.
"Actually, I can Exile," he said.
The dogs seemed surprised by his words. Exile gazed at Hunter who gazed right back. They looked at each other, blinked, and back at their Master.
"Y-You do?" Hunter asked.
"—When I found out Roo belonged to a group home, I wanted to check on what kind it was. I've read news reports that it wasn't. Exile, Hunter, to give you a better understanding of group homes, they're for people with mental or physical disabilities who don't really have a place to go. Some are for elderly people, others for young adults, and children. Some are good but others—Roo, would you like me to tell them a little more about it? It's your choice."
Roo looked from Shepherd to the two Rovers that waited behind her. She remembered the police being called every weekend on at least one of the clients. Some were taken to the hospital for their own safety or that they were suicidal. She remembered the time a girl named Michelle was arrested for physical harassment on one of the staff. It was Chaz who instigated her along with another staff member, Paul. They had "teased" her because of her weight problem. They would tell her "you could lose a little bit of weight" or say "If you capture a Snorlax in your pokemon game, you should name it after yourself."
Michelle got angry and pushed Paul into the wall. You never angered Michelle. She was like a hulk on steroids whenever she was mad. She was also weird about who she liked too. One day, she'd be frustrated with Chaz but if any other client laid a hand on him, she'd threaten that client verbally or physically.
Michelle was diagnosed with something that the staff never revealed to the other clients. Roo would never know and that was the way it was. As for Charlene, she was the closest thing Roo had to a friend there. They'd talk at night as roommates and make friendship bracelets. Then the next day, Charlene and she would be fighting. The truth was Roo was a tad jealous of Charlene. Everyone followed her without questions and all the boys wanted to be with her. A boy named Matt teased Roo too, not because he thought she was loser, but for the fact that Roo could be in more physical contact with Charlene. Roo was the only ten-year-old there and had a mild social disability known as Asperger's.
Connecting with people her own age was hard enough but especially with people to a year and three older than her.
Charlene and Matt made fun of Roo behind her back. Saying she was immature, foolish, and naïve. Deep down, Roo knew that everyone had their problems there but Roo couldn't get over the past so easily from her experiences. She would go out of her way to apologize when she was wrong to the clients and staff. Or she would go out of her way to share with them when the other kids didn't share back. Eventually Roo thought she was either too sensitive or loyal to others or just plain stupid.
Roo hated being reminded or asked of her past at TLC. But with all her might, she would try not to let Shepherd or the Rovers know about it.
The little girl then realized that everyone was staring at her and she snapped out of her thoughts. She shook her head toward Shepherd and said, "I really don't want anyone to know."
Shepherd nodded and looked to the Rovers; "Then so be it. Roo, I really don't make acceptances like this but—you can stay here until I figure out a suitable real home for you. A home maybe where you can find peace with it and yourself."
"Really?!" Roo cried out.
"Yes."
Exile and Hunter then took Roo back to the hangar bay to give her the tour she wanted from last night.
Behind their backs, the Master frowned nervously and whispered, "I just hope you aren't too damaged, child. I just hope you're not too damaged."
TigerTulip: If anyone is confused on the new terms "foster home" or "group home" you can message me and I'll be a little more clear on it. Thank you.
