AN: I just wanted to THANK every reviewer and reader for all the nice words I received. I never expected that. Never. I'm truly moved by those nice words from you all, it really means a lot to me. Thank you so much! But enough about me, lets move on with chapter 2…

Joss couldn't believe what she was doing. With the help of Frankie Wells she had successfully run away from witness protection. She didn't expect for long, though, but that was something she would deal with later. She just hoped, she would have enough time to settle things and bring her life back into line.

So right now New York was her main priority. New York, the city she loved. The city she has died in. The city that had forgotten about her. At least she hoped for it, since she needed to make contact with John and didn't want any more problems for now. She was aware that staying under the radar would turn out to be difficult, but Joss Carter was ready for that challenge.

Joss thought about tough Frankie, about how she had insisted to accompany her, to help her getting back to John and how mad she had become as Joss repeatedly had denied her her wish. Yes, Joss Carter was a very stubborn woman when it came to people of whom she cared for and even Frankie learnt it the hard way. So instead of joining her, the bounty hunter found herself instructing Joss about localities without surveillance. Places where she could hide. But Joss was smart and she already knew that. That's why she ended up here at a different place a few days later to collect her thoughts and not in the usual diner, she loved to have her coffee at.

Coming here wasn't easy and her next steps seemed like quite a challenge. Ready to figure out a strategy how to approach John and the rest of his special friends kept her thoughts linger over various directions as she argued with herself what she would do next. She couldn't walk straight into the precinct, since she was supposed to be dead. Should she call Fusco instead or asked for Detective Riley? Maybe it was better to stalk possible crime scenes to bring herself closer to him again. But did she have time for that? She bet that the FBI was already coming for her.

She had ordered her third coffee by now, feeling extremely tensed all day long as if something bad was about to happen very soon and she still hadn't figured out what and how to do. It was frustrating.

Her mind went to Taylor. Knowing that he was safe helped her to refocus on the things ahead of her.

Taylor. She still had to shake her head in disbelief about the mystery that surrounded their reunion. As it turned out, Taylor got picked for a vacation trip to New Orleans, met a girl on the flight who he wanted to meet with the next day for some "extreme" sightseeing. But instead of that he ended at Jessica Parker's door. She wondered if that voice had something to do with it, since the Carter's never had won anything and all of that sounded a little too crazy for her liking. Was it all a greater plan? Was this supercomputer even capable of something like that? If so, why were there no more calls? If only that voice would call her right now and tell her what to do. But it remained quiet. No more calls. She decided she would solve that later. Another mystery for another time.

Joss yanked herself out of her musings back into the diner.

For this time of the day the diner was quiet lively and buzzing. An older couple was arguing, a friendly looking waitress chatted with a group of tourists, some lawyers were discussing strategies and a lonely woman was checking her looks every two minutes. Joss couldn't help but smile. She felt home again. She didn't realize how much she had missed this. Everything seemed to go back to normal, if it wasn't for a certain someone who still was missing in her life. "Soon Joss, soon you will get him back. Be patient." she reaffirmed herself. As the lonely woman looked into her direction Joss gave her a "thumbs up" and an encouraging smile. The woman nodded her head in return and whispered "Thank you!"

Then door open and John Reese entered the diner.

Joss nearly choked on her coffee, couldn't believe what she was seeing as John Reese, the man she desperately was trying to find for so long made his way straight into her direction. Her heart skipped several beats, pounding so fast that she thought she was about to die within the next few minutes. How could he know she was here? How could she explain that she was still alive, that she had not contacted him, had not let him know she was alive, how could she explain this to him without losing him forever? It was too soon. Two years she had been thinking about what to say, what to do and yet she still hadn't figured out how. Joss started to panic.

Emotions she had burried deep down within some secret corner of her heart and soul for so long all of a sudden wanted to burst out. Forcefully and altogether.

She was close to tears. A part of her wanted to jump up and ran straight to him, throw herself into his arms, staying there for no matter how long and just feel his closeness, while her other part wanted to run into the opposite direction. Away from him. She was scared and overpowered by her own feelings.

He had become even more handsome than she remembered. Sad, but handsome. John hasn't spotted her, since she chose a seat in the shadows. Just like he always did. Further and further he made his way. He had become thin she noticed with concern. A brief smile flashed his face. He stopped in his tracks as he bent down, hugged and briefly kissed the woman with the red hair, who had been nervous most of the time, on the cheek.

"He has moved on." It hit her from out of nowhere, so hard that she couldn't breathe."Of course, he had...Joss you're pathetic…" Tears flooded her eyes.

Joss wanted to run, wanted to fled as she witnessed John sit down at the table face to face with the woman, just like they used to do for all these past years. The redhead and John were engaged in a serious conversation and seemed close and just witnessing it tore her heart into millions of pieces. But she couldn't run and escape from it, because she had to get pass their table and she wasn't able to do this. If John would see her now. No, she couldn't let that happen. However, watching John being all gentle with that woman was something she couldn't endure, too. Her mind had run all kinds of different scenaries about how their first meeting, their first talk would be after all this time, but this right here, she hadn't thought of. How could she be so stupid to not have considered this, thinking that John after all this time still hold her dear. She couldn't think clear, all she was seeing was John together with this foreign woman. It should be her, she should be sitting there with him, her mind screamed at her. As the tears started to fall she ran to the near rest room, where her sobs turned into bitter weeping. She was crying her eyes out. She had lost him again. She was all alone.

But what she did not see, was that John's eyes didn't shine. They weren't showing that special twinkle they always had as he watched Joss. She did not see that the supposed gentle gestures weren't heartfelt. She never saw that he simply was trying to settle an issue, he avoided for so long and like always if it came to John Reese and women he had trouble to find the right words. So while Joss was crying her eyes out, she had no idea what he was about to do. She had no idea that it was she alone who still was occupying his mind. Every single day!

John looked at Iris as he entered the diner. She looked hopeful, but he couldn't help himself. He was about to break her heart. Their sessions had helped him, he would never admit that to anyone else, but he needed those hours to talk about himself. Ever since he had lost Carter nothing seemed to make his pain go away. Nothing. Saving Irrelevants, his friends, all he could think of was Joss Carter and that he couldn't save her. He regretted never telling Joss about his true feelings. She was the love of his life and she was gone now. Forever lost. As he was forced to become a detective he started to hate his life more than ever. Iris helped him to deal with these issues. She couldn't heal him, he was lost, he knew that by now, but she tried her best. Therefore he would forever be thankful. Thankful for meeting Dr. Iris Campbell, but today would mark the end of their relation.

And now she deserved the truth.

He won't see her again after this talk. Parts of him felt sorry for that, since they really had become friends somehow, but he wanted to put an end to it. He had used her to allay his grief about Joss, something where he failed miserably and right now he had reached a point where he wanted to figure out a way how to deal with it, with Joss and his still ongoing love for her. It was the right thing to do. He knew it, he knew it all the way back since Iris confessed having feelings for him.

She was a good woman, a woman who deserved a man that loved her with all of his heart, body and soul. He wasn't that man. He could and would never love her. He still was in love with someone else and she needed to know that.

After he greeted Iris, he sat down in front of her, memories of him and Carter doing the very same thing flashed his mind. Strangely it felt like she was with him here. A faint taste of jasmine was in the air and it did something to him.

His mind drifted off, went far, far away to a place where it was only him and Carter. Memories of her flashed his mind "My name is Carter...", "A girl after my own heart.", "Stay out of trouble!", "I can't do this anymore.", "I got bored in the car.", "Ever thought about moving on?", "You're looking nice Carter.", "Ever been in love?", "Why? You interested?","Waiting for someone?","No one in particular.", "John! John! Don't do this JOHN!", "LIONEL!?", "When your time is up, it's up.", "...lost someone lost myself...", "You changed my mind, Joss. You changed me", "I'm sorry Joss, but i can't lose you!", "If anything happens to you, i swear i'll hate you forever.","You're stuck with me, remember.","See you on the other side." Then there was Simmons, invading his daydreaming "NOT TONIGHT!" A shot, he got hit, Carter fell to the ground. Blood, everywhere blood, "...and you will!", "JOSS...GOD!". Silence only broken by the heartbroken weeping of a man in a bloody suit cradling a beautiful, but dying woman in his arms and the endless sound of a ringing phone.

He barely realized as Iris took his hand into hers. "John? Is there something wrong?" she asked worried. He cleared his throat, this wasn't going to be easy for him.

Joss didn't know how much time had passed since her whole world broke apart all over again, but after she had cried for nearly an eternity, she carefully took a glimpse out of the rest room, noticing the redhead and John had disappered. She absolutely had no idea what she was going to do now, since she obviously had lost him. But that could wait, first she had to make it out of this damn diner.

John watched as Iris left his life. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, but he felt nothing but relieved. Relieved that he finally told her about his feelings for Joss. Relieved that he told her he could never feel something for her like the way she felt for him and that she had to move on. He was relieved that she was gone. Ironically it was ultimately her help that made him deal with this situation, the way he just did. Something definetely must be wrong with him.

Their talk went as awkward as John thought it was going to be. Iris was blinking back her tears, she definetely did not expect that him opening up and tell her everything meant confessing his love for a dead woman and saying farewell to her. He may not be a monster any more, but he wasn't a good man. Iris acted hastily, ready to go. As she was searching for her purse, John reluctantly took her hand, his other hand fiddled with the inside pocket "I'm sorry Iris, i'll take it."

As she withdraw her hand from him a picture fell on the table. It was the picture of Joss he loved so much and what was always with him. He absently stared at it. Iris became nonexistent for him.

She let out a bitter chuckle, something he hadn't heard of her. Never. Being curious she had his complete attention now. "You know John, i thought you were different than other man. I thought i know you better. But LYING to me after all we been through? Our talks. You opening up to me. The stories you shared with me about your dad, your past. I thought we had a connection, that we had something special."

"What does that suppose to mean? I thought that is called having a therapy session, Iris. I never…I didn't lie to y.."

"Stop it John. Stop humiliating me. You're telling me, you are in love with a dead woman, while exact 20 minutes ago that same woman," she took the picture and threw it into his direction "sat at that empty table over there and grinned at me. You know, you were right, you're really good at keeping secrets" Iris yelled at him. "Was it fun playing with me? Did i ever meant something to you?"

"Wait, what do you mean? Secrets? You mean Joss? I don't understand. I wasn't lying. I would never do th...Iris?" John was truly confused.

"But it was her, she looked very alive to me. So I guess you aren't the only one good at keeping secrets, huh?" She laughed at him.

"DON'T make FUN about this, Iris." John's voice all of a sudden got icy "Don't you ever talk about her like this." Iris was flabbergasted about his reaction.

"I'm leaving John, please don't contact me anymore." And with that she stormed her way out of the diner, leaving a completely stunned John behind. She turned around for one last time, but John's attention wasn't on her, he kept staring at this picture, stroking it. She realized she was already an afterthought. She should have known better. Never got yourself involved with a patient. She started to cry, then she disappeared.

John stared at the picture of Joss that was laying in front of him. He tried desperately to collect his thoughts and calm his thumping heart. Minutes passed by since Iris left, but he couldn't think straight. Joss had been here? Iris must have been wrong, she must have missed something or it was her cruel way of telling him…no, she wouldn't do this. But why should she say something like that?

"I hope she is okay, i saw her enter the ladies rest room, but she hasn't returned so far." the friendly smiling waitress stated.

"Excuse me?"

"I was talking about that gorgeous woman, you kept staring at." She pointed to the picture. "She watched you and the redhead and seemed upset. I'm sorry for being nosy."

"No, no, it's alright. Y-y-you sure it was her? Absolutely?"

"No doubt, it was her. She is wearing her hair different now, but the way she looked at you touched me somehow."

"And she hasn't left the rest room?"

"No, if you excuse me now, my boss just gave me the get your ass back to work look."

"Sure." John stammered. Joss alive? Here? Could it be? Or was this just a continuation of his cruel nightmares that kept coming back haunting him. Mayhe he was losing his mind once and for all.

No matter what, he had to find out. His damn heart was demanding it, if this like mad pounding something in his chest was any indication for it. His emotions were out of control. He couldn't help himself, he knew it couldn't be, but his mind, his heart, his whole being wanted it to be true. Wanted it badly.

Unsure what to do next, he decided to wait beside the rest room and chase a ghost, his ghost, his wonderful ghost. So if it really was her, he won't give her any chance to disappear.

He sighed and got up, looking for that damn rest room, hoping against all hope to find her there again. Dr. Iris Campbell was already an afterthought.

He forgot about his musings, just when the door opened. He had to blink twice at the silhuette of the woman who just had left and tried to sneak her way out of the diner. He knew that woman. He would always recognise her, everywhere. It was Joss. His beautiful and gorgeous Joss Carter. He was truly shocked. His mind must be playing a trick on him.

"JOSS...i...i…is that re-really you?" A familar voice was breaking the silence.

She slowly turned around and found herself staring into a pair of deep blue eyes who seemed like they couldn't believe what they were looking at. He looked stunning. Joss started to panic again.

"John...i...i...i'm sorry this here should not be happening...not like this...i don't wanna hurt you...i...i...i…" Joss muttered. How did he know? Why was he still here? Where did he come from?

She needed to get out of here. She couldn't endure his beautiful eyes lasting on her, him being this close, so she could smell his aftershave she used to love so much, so she started to run.

She had no chance. John gripped her arm.

"J-Joss?"

Then the fire alert went off.

Abandoned Subway Station

Joss silently followed his long strides.

After her failed escape, he took her hand, firm but gentle and lead her here. Into the underground not far away from the diner. He hasn't said a single word since they left the diner, even though she noticed his glimpses on her. And he did not loosen his grip of her hand, clutched tightly, like if he let go, she would vanish into thin air.

He lead her to an abandoned subway train, which obviously functioned as "their" secret base. Joss felt terrible, she couldn't look him into his beautiful eyes. She was sure they were revealing his anguish about what she did, that she didn't contact him to let him know she was indeed alive. He did not deserve that. He did not deserve getting harmed like this. He was a good man.

John tenderly pushed her to sit down on one of the seats. He still remained quiet. Joss heart was beating fast, yet she couldn't look up. Instead she kept staring to the ground.

"Witness protection, huh?" he simply whispered.

"Y-Y-Yes." She didn't realize that she had answered.

"Did Taylor know? Your mother?"

"Yes, th-they do. They know it since last year. Taylor won a trip to New Orleans, that's where I lived, y-you know, we Carter's never win anything…" she became hysterical.

"…"

John felt himself start to panic, as he kept staring at this gorgeous woman sitting infront of him so very alive. His heart throbbed rapidly, his hands were shaking, he was barely able to stand. She looked so miserable, so guilty and it was breaking his heart. She kept looking to the ground, but all he wanted was getting lost into her eyes again, those eyes he dreamt of every single night and of which he was sure, he won't ever be able to look into again. He just didn't know what to do or what to say. Being used feeling extremely guilty he had a proper idea what she must be going through right now.

Astonishingly he didn't blame her for anything. He did not care at all and it surprised him. Having her back. Her being alive was all that mattered to him. He wanted to leave all of his grief, pain and suffering behind him, he had felt terrible for so damn long, it was enough. Time to come back to life again. They were given a second chance, a chance of being together, to find out if their feelings for each other are mutual.

He kneeled down infront of her.

"Joss. Please look at me."

Nothing.

"Joss, please…" his hand reached out for her, gently touching her left cheek, just like he did all this time back at the morgue. He wiped away her silent tears, which did not seem to stop. His right hand went for her chin and forced her tenderly to look up.

Their eyes locked. Both of them not being able to look away.

"Don't punish yourself Joss," he pleaded "Please don't do this. LISTEN to me. You are back. I got you back. That is all that matters. I was dead, but today I got my life back.", his hoarse voice pleaded for her to listen to him, to understand and to reach out for him.

"J-j-ohn, please believe me, I wanted to let you know, I wanted to tell you, but as I tried you and Harold were gone. You have to understand th…"

She couldn't finish her sentence as John's lips were suddenly on hers, kissing her gently. He put all of his love for her into this kiss, making sure she was going to realize that he was and would forever be hers. As his tongue caressed hers, their kiss became more passionate. He had ignited a fire. She kissed him back with the same intensity. They couldn't stop kissing until both of them needed to breathe.

John's eyes never left hers, as they kept staring at each other with hot gazes. Her hand touched his face, he had to close his eyes overwhelmed by the sensations it caused on his body. He touched her too. More exchanged glances followed by soft and shy smiles, then flushed faces as their slow dance began, both of them unable to stop.

They couldn't stay away from each other. She moaned desperately as he throughout kissed her again. "Joss." he repeated again and again. Him singing her name was staggering "I-I, love me John, please love me. I can't wait any longer. I-I…' He just nodded.

With trembling hands he removed her shirt. Their first bare skin contact caused them both to groan loudly. A simple touch which needed years in the making. As he stroked her tenderly, Joss squeezed her eyes shot, she gave in to the sensations his roaming hands and mouth made her feel. It felt so good, so damn good and now her dream had finally become a reality. John Reese was making love to her. Then she surrendered herself to him.

He inhaled her scent, something he dreamt of doing for so long, he bemoaned for so long, because he thought he won't be able to ever smell her again. Her incredible scent made John wild, he wanted her, wanted her now. He had waited for so long, too long. He would not waste any more time. She looked absolutely breathtaking. He couldn't wait any longer, he needed to become one with her. He had to reassure himself that this was really happening and not an imagination because of yet another buzz.

So their bodies became entangled, pressed closely at each other, their lips and tongues caught in a battle of lust, clothes spread out everywhere on the ground. Two and more years of pent-up feelings for one another wanted desperately to get out, all at once. At it looked like now was the time for it.

Soft gasps turned into breathy moans, harsh groans into loud grunts as the air was thick and heavy with love, passion and lust. Joss was screaming in ecstasy, John was mindlessly shouting her name over and over again "Joss, Joss, Joss." A symphony of love, nobody seemed important, only Joss and John as they became one for the first time.

Snuggled closely against each other, after the most intense, mind-blowing and uncomfortable sex he ever had in his life John looked down at the beauty who lay content in his arms with her head resting on his chest. She was running her fingers up and down his arm, feather-light touches, which caused him goose bumps.

"You know..." he began…

She looked up at him, leaning forward to kiss him longingly. The feelings she aroused in him were far beyond anything else he had ever experienced in his life. As their kiss became more passionate, he begged out of it.

"John...?" she asked insecure. His fingers tangled through her hair which such tenderness, that it made her tremble."Is something wrong?" John?"

"No! You know Joss, i hope i don't wake up later and this here is just another bittersweet dream. I dreamt of you a lot." He paused as his emotions nearly overwhelmed him, while she watched him. "However I never imagined our first time to be in an abandoned subway train." He chuckled. "Au..." she pinched his ass. "What was that for?" he complaint playfully.

"Making sure this is not a dream aaand for taking my job!" She giggled, trying to keep the mood light.

He pulled her closer to him, "Mhmmm didn't thought of you as a person who carry a grudge against somebody, Carter." He bit and kissed her neck, satisfied with the reaction it caused.

"This Riley is a pretty amazing detective, you know!" Another kiss, another bite. His teasing was driving her crazy. "He got some issues and doesn't follow the rules, but hey he managed to solve one of your cold cases all by himself."

Carter wiggled on his body, which caused him to moan, since she rubbed him intimately. "No you didn't." She was curious. Truly curious. "Keep going."

"You remember Chase Patterson?"

"Don't tell me you closed MY FIRST MY CASE as a detective?" She was hanging on his lips and he loved it.

"Yep, i did!" John smiled proudly, his heart melted at the sight of her curiosity in his arms. One second she was like a sexy goddess, who could have any man if she just wanted to, while in the next second she turned into this little and excited girl. God he didn't know how much he had missed this woman. And she had no idea, no idea how deep his love for her was.

"I went to the catskills, got shot, was about to die and was saved by your ghost version.

"You kidding..." she tweaked him again.

"Heyyyyy and what was that for?" he grabbed her hand and kissed her wrist.

"Solving cases of murder all by yourself. Gotten yourself shot. What if you hadn't make it? There is a reason they gave you a partner."

"I wasn't alone Joss. You really did save my life there. I'm good."

"Yeah, you are good." Her face suddenly got serious, turned from playful into deadly serious.

"Sooooo, what about the redhead?"

John saw a flicker of uncertainty in her expression, so he kissed her tenderly to reassure her that his body and soul only belonged to her. Had always belonged to her!

"I had hoped, that could wait , but I see. What do you want to know?"

"Just tell me everything, right from the start"

"I will give you the short version, for now, ok?" She nodded not exactly sure if she was ready for it. She just had him back and wasn't willing to let him slip away again. Never again…

"I needed her help. After you died, i was lost. Again. So lost. Losing you was even worse than losing Jessica. I was dead on the inside, but alive on the outside. Then i had to pretend being a cop. I hated it, started to knee-cap many people. The captain forced me to seek help. That's where I met Iris. She was my therapist. We talked, we talked a lot, she developed feelings for me. One day she kissed me. I kissed her. Imagined I was kissing you. I simply couldn't forget you, our brief kiss, isn't that pathetic?"

She was shaking her head. "No, I felt the same way John. I couldn't forget…" She noticed that John had watched her closely, his deep blue eyes full of love. She felt her heart melting, could he really love her too? She nodded to let him finish what he wanted to say.

"But I, this here," he pointed to his heart, "didn't want her. It was always you, Joss. I always wanted you since the very first day we met," his voice broke. She stroked his cheek as he continued "Today i told her i am in love with a dead woman. I broke her heart. It wasn't fair, i used her."

"No! Don't say this John. If there is someone who used someone, then it was her. As a therapist she knew about your vulnerability. She didn't play fair."

"Come here Joss!" he needed another kiss.

"I was convinced you have moved on John. Watching you both, I-I-I just couldn't…."

"How I wished i could move on from you Joss. Forgive me, but i couldn't. You were there all the ti..." John started to cry...

"Shhhhh John, it's okay." she padded his back, held him in her arms, soothed him as he let go of his pain, as he let go of years of grief about the loss of her. Minutes passed and they simply hold on to one another, crying together.

Then he kissed her eagerly, she kissed him back and lay her head on his chest, near his heart, needed the feeling of his warm body on hers, content with what he just told her. Everything else simply had to wait.

Being here with him right now was all that matters, to Joss and to John.

"You know…" she grinned mischievously.

"What?…" he had to grin, too.

„I just realized i had to pretend being dead for nearly two years now, to finally get to see your secret base?!" Joss couldn't help herself.

"Actually it was an old library, you would have like it," he grinned deciding to tease her a little more "many rooms, many things to discover and a COMFORTABLE bed…."

Again she went to pinch him, but this time he grabbed her hands and started to tickle her all over. Her laughter was music to his ears.

He was alive and madly in love again.

Joss Carter had returned.

A few hours later…

Harold Finch slowly limped into the subway train a sencha tea in his one hand and a suitcase in the other as he witnessed the little wonder laying content in each others arms on the temporary bed on the ground of the subway train. The sencha tea made itself known to the floor.

"Oh dear...", a huge smile and tears of joy graced his face as he bent himself above the two sleeping beauties. "Oh dear…" He nearly couldn't believe it.

Even now, while sleeping his two very dear friends looked so happy, peaceful and in love. He arranged the blanket. "Sweet dreams, Mister Reese, Detective Carter."

He made a vow that he would protect this wonder at any cost. Yes, they have lost people, like Shaw and Root, but today they got something important back.

For the first time since months Harold felt confident. Felt this tiny bit of hope that things were about to change. That his machine indeed had a backup plan. If only it wouldn't last so long to get it back into full function.

Yes, there was hope again. Together they could bring Samaritan down.

As he put down his suitcase, he whispered "Thank you for protecting her at all costs."

Meanwhile in the suitcase

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Finch, Harold

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Carter, Joss

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Shaw, Sameen

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Fusco, Lionel Detective

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AN: Finally Joss and John together again…I just couldn't let them be separated any longer…sigh and I always pictured that a reunion between them could only end one way: with some sexy times. All these pent-up emotions (for years!). There comes a time all these emotions need to get out…and now that they finally "had" each other, their relationship can start…oh yes and Iris is history, too ;-)…I chose to write her out, the same way she came into the show, unspectacular and boring…*evil laughter*…I mean for a redhead (and I know many) she really has no fire…(sorry that's the way I see it ;-)…so chapter 3…hmm…John got his Joss back…so what now?…what the hell is going on with the machine?…what is happening next?…do you want more?