Ok, yeah, this chapter is going to be really long. Sorry.

flowerpower71- Glad you like it so far! You'll find out the smurfette's name in this chapter. You're right, Tracker deserves some love. He'll be a main character in this fanfic. You'll see him a lot.

Tracker: YES! I FINALLY GET SOME FANS!

I always was a fan of you, buddy! *Hugs him*

Tracker: *blushes*

Next is Callister The Great- I'm glad you like it too!

Chloe- You'll see if she's from the future or not! Be patient! Also, how are you and Painter doing? I read your reviews for Cupid's Arrow! I'm not a stalker, I promise! ;)

Thank you for the reviewers! Disclaimer?

Tracker: The OC and Fringe and Thorn belong to Reubenizadorables625. Everything else belongs to Peyo!

A red-clad smurf with white whiskers was fiddling around with various ingredients in his mushroom. In his left hand, he held a bottle filled with green liquid. It was posed very delicately over a beaker with only the tiniest bit of liquid hanging precariously off the rim.

Steady, now, he thought to himself, upper row of teeth closing around his lower lip. Only need one drop…

"Papa Smurf!" A squeaky voice and a banging door crashed through the silence. The sound startled the elderly smurf and he jerked his head up. In doing so, his left hand tipped sharply down , sending a small stream of green liquid into the beaker.

And it blew up.

Smoke filled the mushroom and Papa and the smurf that had come in were thrown off their feet.

The new smurf started to laugh hysterically, wrapping his arms around his stomach and rolling back and forth on his bottom. "That was priceless! The explosion was smurfy and it wasn't even one of mine!"

Papa wiped a hand across his eyes, clearing away the majority of the soot that covered his face, and turned to glare at the giggling smurf. "Jokey! How many times have I smurfed you not to interrupt when I'm experimenting?"

Jokey Smurf turned as serious as he could, but his eyes still sparked with laughter. Trying to smother it, he choked out, "S-sorry, Papa. B-but there's s-smurfthing you need to see."

Papa arched an eyebrow. "Need to?" He didn't want to be taken away from his work, but Jokey nodded firmly.

"Need to."

"Fine," Papa agreed with a reluctant sigh. "What do I 'need to' see?"

He followed Jokey outside and his gaze was instantly drawn to a large crowd of smurfs near the tree line to the forest. "What's all the commotion?" He demanded.

"A new smurf, Papa." The smurf leader rolled his eyes at the all-too-familiar nasal voice of Brainy Smurf behind him. He sensed a lecture. Jokey was also aware of the know-it-all smurf's presence, but since he wasn't being spoken to directly, he melted into the crowd, disappearing from sight.

Papa wasn't so lucky. He sighed deeply and tried to put on a mildly interested face. "Is that so? Did a stork bring him?" There was the slightest hint of sarcasm in Papa's voice, but the intellect didn't pick it up.

"No. Tracker smurfed the new one in the forest. I mysmurf don't approve of bringing her into the village because we haven't got the slightest clue where she came from or~"

Papa was only half listening to the bespectacled smurf, but one word made his ears perk. "Did you say 'she'?"

Brainy adjusted his glasses. "Yes, Papa Smurf. The new smurf is a smurfette and most likely a spy for Gargamel, just like Smurfette originally was and furthersmurf~" Now Papa wasn't even HALF listening. He pushed through the crowd, which didn't really pose as difficult since the smurfs made way for him when they saw him coming, and right in the center was Tracker, one hand on the shoulder of a smurfette.

Her eyes behind black rimmed glasses were wide with wonder and fear. She cowered under the stares of the smurfs surrounding her, pressing close to Tracker as if for protection. Of course, one smurf isn't a very good shield from the prying eyes of 100 other smurfs.

Papa stopped in front of Tracker and the new smurfette. She gazed at him with insecurity. Poor thing, Papa thought. All these smurfs at once COULD be a bit overwhelming. He tried to appear as friendly as possible and said, "Hello, young smurf. What's your name?"

Her eyes flicked to the sky, apparently deep in thought, then returned her gaze to Papa and licked her lips before answering. "I go by anything anyone calls me."

Drawing back, Papa looked at the new smurfette with confusion. "You don't have one?" She shrugged in response. "Well, then, where do you live?"

"Anywhere and everywhere and wherever there's a place for me."

Papa's brow furrowed. What an odd smurf. No name and no home. Probably no family, either. Dresses queerly and she answers questions so strangely.

"She says she can't remember anything from before I found her, Papa Smurf," Tracker offered helpfully. "Except a…" he turned to the smurfette again. "What did you call it?"

The smurfette put a hand on her chin, thinking again. "I'm not sure what to call it. I think the closest thing I can get is a… twister."

"You got caught up in a twister?" A nearby smurf gasped. Papa turned to him with a stern look that obviously said, 'Quiet'. The smurf shut his mouth.

"No, I said the closest thing I could get. Not what it was. I'm pretty sure it had a deeper meaning than just a twister." The smurfette observed.

"And she's never met a boy smurf before." Tracker announced. Well, THAT got the smurfette bombarded by questions from all around.

Papa's wheels were turning. "So you have no place to stay?" She shook her head. "And you can't remember anything?" Another shake. "Well, maybe you would like to live with us." This proposal was met with shouts of agreement from the other smurfs, the loudest coming from Smurfette, since she wanted the population of girl smurfs to grow one higher.

The smurfette blushed slightly and glanced at Tracker. "If you want to stay, you should." He encouraged.

A smile spread across the new smurf's face. "If you will have me, then I will stay."

An excited cheer rose from the assembled smurfs. Papa let the noise linger for a bit before raising one hand to quiet the group. "Since this smurfette has no name, I shall give one to her." The look on the smurfette's face could only be described as ecstasy. Papa hid a smile. "You think before you speak, that's for sure. Your name will be… Thoughtful Smurfette."

The noise level rose to deafening as smurfs screeched their acceptance to Thoughtful. She beamed widely and blushed a bit more. "Thank you, Papa," Her voice was barely audible with the cheering overlapping it. This'll do wonders for my poor ears. Papa winced. He once again signalled for silence, but this time it took much longer for him to get it. The smurfs were thrilled with the addition to their village.

Once his voice could be heard, Papa said, "She will need to be shown the village." Thoughtful already knows Tracker, so perhaps I should put her with someone she's unacquainted with. "Brainy," the intellect glanced up from the book he'd been reading the whole time, showing no interest in what was going on with Thoughtful. At the sound of Papa's voice, his eyes lit up.

"Yes, Papa Smurf?"

The elder took Thoughtful by the hand and led her to Brainy. "Will you show Thoughtful around?" She gave a shy wave to the other smurf, but he didn't acknowledge it.

With an exaggerated sigh and an eye roll, Brainy shut his book and stood. "If you want me to, Papa Smurf."

"Well, I do. Introduce her to some other smurfs as well, alright?" Papa commanded.

"Yes, Papa Smurf." Thoughtful watched Papa walk away, then turned to Brainy.

"Hello. I'm Thoughtful." She smiled sweetly at him. Brainy barely looked at her.

"I know."

Thoughtful's brow knit. Is he always like this? Or is it just me? She glanced away, seeking Tracker's face. He was the one she knew best so far and found comfort in his presence. The feathered smurf was leaning against his walking stick and giving her a relaxed gaze.

What should I do? Thoughtful's eyes asked.

Talk to him, Tracker's eyes said back. With a tilt of his head in Brainy's general direction.

"So," Thoughtful started timidly. "Where are you going to show me first?"

The spectacled smurf gave a careless shrug and slid his book under his right arm. "I suppose I, Brainy Smurf, will smurf you around, using my superior mind to educate you in the ways of~"

"Smurf it, Brainy!" A nearby smurf with a heart tattooed on his arm and a raspy, rough voice shouted at the long-winded intellect.

"Keep your smurf to yourself, Hefty!" Brainy shouted back.

"Hello, Hefty." Thoughtful waved at the muscular smurf. He waved back, all signs of irritation and aggression gone. Brainy huffed in annoyance and started to stomp away, only to be accidentally tripped by a smurf who's hat was hanging over his eyes.

"Oops! Sorry, Brainy!" The smurf had a strong Southern accent. Thoughtful rushed over to help Brainy off his face. "Gosh, hi, Thoughtful," The other smurf greeted her. Thoughtful smiled at him, nodding a hello. "You sure do have a long name. I'm Clumsy."

Thoughtful laughed, brushing the dust off Brainy's shoulders. "Hello, Clumsy. I'm sure there are other smurfs with names as long as mine."

"To be smurfically correct, there are a few smurfs whose names are longer than yours. In terms of syllables, Vanity and Harmony have longer names, but in letters~"

"SMURF IT, BRAINY!" At least 5 other smurfs yelled. Thoughtful couldn't help it. Even when she slapped a hand over her mouth, giggles escaped through her fingers. This got Clumsy snickering and soon, the two were on their tails, laughing non-stop at the others' irritation towards Brainy.

The intellect made a disgusted sound. "Stop laughing or I'll tell Papa Smurf!"

Thoughtful coughed to make her snickering ease off. "S-sorry, Brainy. Nice to meet you, Clumsy."

"It was great to meet you too!" He said. "It'll be smurfy having you around! You're nice!" The Southern smurf had his arms behind his back, head tilted down, and a blush running across his cheeks. He was obviously embarrassed and not used to saying something like that to a girl.

What a sweetie. Thoughtful tagged Clumsy as a smurf she would like to hang around with. "Thank you, Clumsy. You're nice too." Out of the corner of her eye, Thoughtful saw Brainy tapping his large foot impatiently. "But maybe I should be going. I'll smurf you around, ok?" And she returned to Brainy's side.

The two smurfs walked through the village, Brainy giving her a running commentary about everything, but especially how he was extremely crucial to the well being of the village and everyone in it. Thoughtful listened attentively because it interested her, but more than one other smurf told Brainy to smurf up. It seems he didn't like his speeches being interrupted. Basically, she learned the names of only 3 other smurfs and that the ratio of boy smurfs to girls was rounded off to about 100:3. Thoughtful had seen Smurfette, but the other female was supposedly not there.

Thoughtful found her eyes traveling upward to the blue sky. She loved the sky. Especially here. There weren't very many trees near the village, so the sky was wide and unblocked from view. Thoughtful would have liked to fly up and stay in the sky all day.

A large, snow white bird suddenly crossed the never-ending blue. It had a long neck and long legs. The tips of its wings were black as night. Its beak sliced through the air as if making a path for it through the unbroken sky.

A smudge of a different shade of blue made Thoughtful strain her vision. Was she wrong? No, there was a SMURF riding on the back of the large bird!

"Can anyone do that?" Thoughtful asked herself. Brainy cut off from his lecture and glanced at her. He followed her gaze to the sky and saw what looked to be Farmer riding on his stork, Thorn.

"Do what? Fly a stork?" Brainy asked, adjusting his glasses. Thoughtful only nodded, never taking her sparkling eyes off the bird and rider.

A sly smile slid across Brainy's face. This is the perfect opportunity to get rid of this suspicious smurfette. I'll just pawn her off to somesmurf else to teach her how to fly a stork. Then I can figure out how to get Papa to believe that she's a spy for Gargamel. He chuckled to himself. Brainy Smurf, your head is not big enough for your brain! "Well, I know how to ride a stork, but the best flyer in the village is~" Brainy quickly scanned around and settled on the first smurf he saw, "Handy!"

That wasn't exactly true. The best flyer in the village was probably Papa Smurf, but Thoughtful didn't know that.

The bespectacled smurf dragged Thoughtful over to Handy. "Handy, this is Thoughtful. She would like to smurf how to ride a stork and I, Brainy Smurf, suggested you. Of course, to fully undersmurf the concept, I should need to smurf her mysmurf, but I am much too busy for such things." Brainy practically shoved Thoughtful towards Handy. The smurfette tripped over a large pebble and accidentally fell into Handy's arms.

Handy giggled nervously. "Careful, Thoughtful."

She blushed and pulled away uncomfortably, pushing her glasses farther up her nose. "Sorry, Handy. I must be taking Clumsy lessons." The two laughed a bit.

Brainy stuck his nose in the air. "If you two are quite finished, I should need to get going. I have many smurfy things to do, like write my new volume of 'Brainy Smurf's Quotations', and~"

The intellect failed to notice Hefty coming up behind him. With a swing of his leg, the muscle smurf gave Brainy a boot that sent him up and out of the village with a shocked screech. Thoughtful watched with an interested expression until Brainy fell out of sight, then turned to Hefty, interest switching to questioning.

He gave a half-shrug. "I thought he might be irritating you. He has that effect on most smurfs. He won't bother you anymore, little lady."

Thoughtful wasn't sure she liked being called 'little lady', but she didn't say anything. "No, he wasn't smurfing me, but thank you for caring." Her gaze returned to where Brainy had disappeared. "Does he often go out like that?"

Handy and Hefty nodded. "It's the only way we're able to shut him up." They both snickered. "And it's very effective."

Thoughtful gave Hefty a small shove, but a mischievous smile was on her face. "You guys are so mean."

"We're not mean," Hefty pretended to pout. "We just didn't want you to have your ears talked off. The only smurf who can actually STAND Brainy is Clumsy."

Thoughtful decided not to join in with the two others' jubilant laughter. She merely stared at where Brainy had flown off. Do all the smurfs besides Clumsy act like this towards him?

"Anyway, Hefty, I was just going to smurf Thoughtful how to ride a stork." Handy explained. " Brainy kind of…"

"Smurf no more, I know exactly what you mean." Hefty rasped. Handy gave a silent, relieved sigh. He didn't really want to say out loud that Brainy had gotten rid of the new smurfette by dumping her on him. That might give her the idea that she wasn't wanted.

"Maybe you should take Papa, too," the burly smurf suggested. "He could get her matched up with a mount."

"Good idea. C'mon, Thoughtful. Let's go to Papa's." Handy led Thoughtful through the village and towards Papa's house. He needed to stop numerous times because the friendly smurfette struck up conversations with other smurfs.

When they finally made it to Papa's mushroom, both smurfs saw Papa through the open door, dozing with his head resting on the table. A line of saliva ran from the corner of his mouth to the yellowed parchment of a book.

Thoughtful and Handy quietly tiptoed into the room. "Papa?" Handy half whispered half spoke, as if unwilling to wake the older smurf. Papa didn't stir.

Thoughtful tried it. "Papa?" Her voice was definitely above a whisper, but Papa still didn't move.

Thoughtful and Handy looked at each other, shrugged, then shouted, "PAPA!"

The red-clad smurf yanked his head up, a wild look in his eyes. "Wha- what happened?"

Handy and Thoughtful started to laugh. Papa's reaction was just so funny, they couldn't help it. The elderly smurf glared at them for a moment, then smiled and joined their laughter. "Alright, you whippersmurfers. What did you come in for?" He finally said once he'd caught his breath.

Handy wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and started, "Thoughtful wants to learn how to ride a stork. Brainy kind of… gave her to me to teach her. But maybe you could get her set up with a mount."

Papa stole a glance at Thoughtful. She seemed a bit distracted, her glazed eyes scanning his chemistry bottles and ingredients. She wasn't in his mushroom right now. No, Thoughtful was a hundred miles away.

"Thoughtful?" Papa asked gently. His voice apparently brought her out of her trance. She blinked twice, then her eyes focused on Papa.

"Yes, Papa Smurf?" Even though she was responding again, her voice still gave the impression that her mind was somewhere else.

"Would you like to learn to fly?"

Thoughtful nodded quickly. "Of course!" Her gaze dropped to the floor. "That is, if you don't mind."

"Of course I don't!" Papa exclaimed. "I'll get Feathers to call one of her friends, a stork that's good with passengers." He got up and went to the door.

Handy turned to Thoughtful. "Are you alright?"

"What do you mean?" Thoughtful asked with a confused tilt of the head.

"Just now, you seemed distant. Is something the matter?"

Thoughtful hid a smile. It was sweet of Handy to worry about her. "No, Handy. Everything's smurfy." She returned her gaze to the bottles. Although I can't help feeling I've smurfed those somewhere before. This is going to be smurfing me until I can figure it out. Thoughtful shook her head from side to side to clear it. I'm sure It'll come to me.

"Ok, my little smurfs. Feathers has summoned one of her own students, a lovely flyer, but we'll have to walk to his nest to see him." Papa announced, running back in to the house.

The thought of the bottles and the ingredients were washed from Thoughtful's mind like a dirt drawing in a flood. "Does he have a name?" As soon as the question was out, Thoughtful mentally kicked herself. Why did I just ask that? Of course he has a name!

Papa just chuckled. "Yes. His name is Fringe. He likes to carry passengers, especially smurfs. I mysmurf have actually ridden him once or twice when Feathers was down or somewhere else. He's a very good mount, perfect for beginners."

"Can we go right away, Papa Smurf?" Handy asked. Thoughtful got the idea that he was as excited about this as she was.

"Yes! Please can we?"

"Alright, alright, smurfs. Come along then." And Papa led the other two out into the forest.

The woods were a beautiful place. The sun dappled the ground through the leaves above the three smurfs and the birds sang in the branches. Papa walked a bit ahead of Handy and Thoughtful, guiding the way to Fringe's nest.

I wonder if a smurf could ride on a little bird like that. Thoughtful scanned a robin with her eyes, noting its delicate wings, slim body, and thin legs. Probably not. We'd be too heavy. Brainy would know if we could or not.

"Hey, Handy?" Thoughtful questioned the inventor. He hummed a 'hmm?'. "Why doesn't anysmurf like Brainy?"

Handy cast his eyes to the sky, thinking. He didn't really have a good reason that nosmurf liked Brainy. "Maybe because he's a boring, annoying wind-bag that thinks he knows everything and is constantly trying to 'impress' the rest of us." He used his fingers as quotation marks on the word impress.

Thoughtful looked out into the forest, not meeting Handy's eyes. "Do you think maybe he acts that way BECAUSE you don't like him? Maybe he's trying to get smurfs to like him. Maybe he's lonely. Maybe he's trying to impress you because he has no other way to get friends."

Handy's brow furrowed. I hadn't thought about it like that before. Is that Brainy's way of making friends? "Nah. He's just naturally a smurf-head." Handy dismissed Thoughtful's theory with a wave of his blue hand.

"If you say so." But Thoughtful wasn't convinced. I believe I'll smurf an effort to become Brainy's friend.

"We're here." Papa announced. He gestured up a tree with a nod of his head. Thoughtful and Handy strained their eyes to see a black hollow in the trunk. Papa cupped his hands around his mouth and called, "Fringe! Are you home?"

A narrow, white head poked out of the hollow and studied the three smurfs. Seeing Papa, the stork squawked a 'hello' and glided down, settling it's wings against its sides once it landed. It was quite a tall bird and Thoughtful's spine ached from craning her neck to meet his shining black eyes.

"Fringe, this is Thoughtful. She would like to learn how to ride a stork. Would you mind being her teacher and mount?" With a chirp, Fringe nodded. He leaned down to be about eye-level with Thoughtful.

"Hello, Fringe. I hope you don't mind carrying a beginner." Thoughtful ran a gentle hand over the stork's soft plumage. He nuzzled her a bit, obviously saying he didn't mind at all.

Those two already get along well! Papa thought happily. "Thoughtful, I'll ride with you to help you along. Handy, you can take Feathers if you want."

The three smurfs and two storks were soon up high in the air. Thoughtful was looking down at the ground in marvel and awe. She loved the air and the pumping rhythm of Fringe's large wings. She could feel his muscles moving around underneath her.

"This is amazing, Papa!" She shouted over the wind to the elder sitting behind her. He smiled at her enthusiasm. She directed her voice over to Handy on Feathers. "Don't you love flying, Handy?"

He shouted back with equal excitement. "I don't normally have the time. But when I do get to fly, I love it!"

Thoughtful cast her eyes forward again, brow knitting slightly. But Brainy said Handy was the best flier he knew. You can't become a good flier without practice…

And it dawned on her that Brainy had simply said that to get her out of his care. Her tense body grew slack and her eyes studied the snow white feathers on Fringe's neck. Already somesmurf doesn't like me.

Papa noticed her change in attitude quickly and asked, "Thoughtful? Is everything smurfy?"

The feathered smurfette gave each shoulder a roll in turn, then twisted to look at Papa with a wide smile. "Up for some fancy flying, Papa?"

He grinned back. "Go for it!" He mentally added, But don't get hurt.

Thoughtful pushed her black hair behind her ears before burying her hands in Fringe's feathers. "Alright, Fringe! Down!"

The stork tucked his wings to his sides and spiralled down towards the earth. Feathers followed suit and Handy whooped in delight. Thoughtful's heart was racing faster than the wind around her blue ears.

The trees sped closer until Thoughtful could see every individual leaf. At the very last second, she yelled, "Now!"

Fringe pulled up sharply and the world spun. Doing a tight back flip, the stork gained altitude again. Papa looked down at the rapidly disappearing ground. "Not bad for a first timer!"

She laughed over her shoulder. "Was it better than an OLD timer?"

"Is that a challenge?" Papa shot back playfully.

"No. Just checking."

The three smurfs flew until the sun was low in the orange-pink sky and both storks were tired beyond belief. "I think we should go back to the village now." Papa suggested, noticing both Feathers and Fringe's sluggish wing beats.

"I think you're right." Handy agreed. Thoughtful let out a disappointed, 'aww', but steered Fringe back to the ground. She and Papa hopped off once Fringe's yellow feet touched dirt.

"Thank you, Fringe," The smurfette stroked his beak and he let out a weak cheep. "I look forward to riding you again, but for now, perhaps you should get back to your nest." She hugged him around his neck. "See you later."

When she let go, the large bird took off again, but not very high. Papa and Handy said goodbye to Feathers as well and she also traveled off in the direction of her own hollow.

The red-clad smurf led Handy and Thoughtful through the forest once again, the order almost the same as before with Papa in front and the other two side by side, slightly behind.

"Flying is so smurfy!" Thoughtful giggled, almost skipping instead of walking.

Papa glanced over his shoulder at the smurfette, eyes shining. "Glad you liked it, Thoughtful."

For a few moments, the three walked in silence, enjoying the dimming sky and cicadas' song. Then Thoughtful asked, "Handy? Who's your best friend in the ENTIRE village?"

He gave a light-hearted laugh. "That's easy. Hefty! We've been best friends ever since I can smurf!"

"What other pairs of best friends do you know?"

Handy looked at the darkening sky, thinking. "Greedy and Lazy are often seen together." He counted off in his blue fingers as he named others. "Poet and Painter, Vanity and Smurfette, and Brainy won't admit it, but I think he considers Clumsy as his best friend."

Thoughtful was going to ask why Brainy wouldn't want to confess to this, but the three smurfs had broken out of the trees and were now staring at the dark village.

"Handy," Papa said to the inventor, "You can go home now. I'll show Thoughtful to her room for the night."

Handy gave a large yawn. "Yes, Papa Smurf." With a goodbye to Thoughtful, he headed off in the direction of his mushroom.

"My room?" Thoughtful asked. "I don't have a room."

"I'm sure Smurfette won't mind sharing." The elder said, leading the new smurfette to a pink mushroom with heart-shaped windows. "Smurfette?"

The blonde female opened the door. She was in pink pajamas as opposed to her usual white dress. "Hello, Papa. Hello, Thoughtful. What can I smurf for you?"

Thoughtful's eyes found the ground and her hands clasped behind her back. She didn't know this smurfette very well, and yet, she was going to be her roommate.

"You have an extra bed, right? Do you smurf Thoughtful could use it tonight? I'll get Handy working on a mushroom for her first thing tomorrow."

Smurfette smiled warmly. "Of course! Smurf right in, Thoughtful." The raven-haired smurfette stepped into the pink mushroom, slightly hesitantly. Pink overload. This almost hurts my eyes.

"I'll smurf you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Smurfette and Thoughtful." Papa waved, then started towards his own mushroom.

"HI, Thoughtful. I hope you don't mind smurfing a mushroom with me. Please excuse the mess." Smurfette apologized while covering the extra bed with a blanket.

Mess? The whole mushroom was spotless! But Thoughtful didn't say anything. When Smurfette had finished making the bed, Thoughtful climbed into it readily, every inch of her blue body exhausted. Taking off her glasses, she said, "Thank you for sharing with me, Smurfette. Goodnight."

"No problem. Goodnight." And she blew out the candle. In minutes, Thoughtful could hear the steady rhythm of her breathing as she slept.

What a lucky girl. Thoughtful lay awake, thinking. She knows exactly where she came from and she still has every memory she's ever had. Unlike me.

Thoughtful rolled onto her side. I wonder if I'll ever get my memories back. I wonder if I'll wish I didn't have them after I get them back. Maybe it's better to be ignorant of my past. But I don't feel right without them. Almost like I'm… empty.

The troubled smurfette shut her eyes, but one tear leaked out from between her eyelids. It slid onto the pillow, making a small wet spot. After two minutes, Thoughtful finally slept.