A slight knock on his door startled him. Spike wasn't expecting
anyone, and certainly not Cecily, who was standing in front of him when he
opened the door.
"Cecily ?"
He frowned.
"Were we supposed to meet ?"
She smiled.
"No, no, I just came by, because…I wanted to talk to you."
She looked unease. Intrigued, he stepped aside to let her come in.
"What's the matter ?"
She stayed in the middle of the room, no intention apparently to sit down.
"William…" she started, clearly looking for her words. "I'm…I'm leaving Sunnydale in two days, and…and I was wondering if you would consider coming with me."
Spike stared blankly at her for a minute.
"Cecily…"
She raised her hand.
" I know you're in love with Buffy," she said. "But you told me it was over. So, is there any reason that keeps you here ?"
Dawn's face appeared in his mind, and surprisingly enough, the Scoobies'. And his crypt, bloody SunnyHell and a lot of other memories, good and bad, that rushed through him.
But most of all, a vision of golden hairs…
"No" He said.
"I know we haven't seen each other for more than a hundred years, but I thought…that this could be a second chance for a fresh start. I never forgotten about you, William…You've been my first and only love."
He smiled.
"That's a strange declaration coming from a vengeance demon."
"I know…but I'm still a woman too. Please…will you think about it ?
He barely hesitated.
"I promise" he finally said.
"Thank you. I'll go now. You know where to find me."
"That I do. Goodnight, Cecily."
She left, closing the door behind her.
Spike sat, hardly believing it. His first love, asking him to go with her. After a century. And he was actually starting to consider it seriously. He was repeating himself, but wasn't there something about moving on ?
Another knock on the door.
"What is this?" he grunted. "Open-doors day ?"
He opened it.
"Buffy."
That evening was becoming more and more interesting.
"Since when do you knock on my door ?"
"Since I decided to stop treating you like dirt."
He raised his eyebrow, open the door wider.
"In that case…suit yourself."
She entered the crypt, went to stand on the exact same spot where Cecily was a few minutes before.
How ironic, Spike thought. Is this declaration night ?
" I just came by…because I had something to tell you."
Ok, now that was becoming creepy.
"Lemme guess…you're leaving Sunnydale and want me to come with you."
She stared at him, confused.
"What ? No…I…what are you talking about ?"she frowned.
"Never mind. Go on."
"I'm sorry. For all that happened. And for the way it happened."
He cocked his head, watching her, saying nothing.
"I…we've been treating you very badly. I know that. I was wondering if…if maybe we could start over…as friends." She finished, lamely. That's not what she had wanted to say, but for the life of her the words wouldn't come out.
He gave her an incredulous look.
"Friends ? Are you kidding me ? Buffy, I told you once, about Angel, the two of you would never be friends. Well, that's worth for you and me too."
"But Angel was…"
"I know, sorry, how did I dare compare myself to the big love of your life ? If I had a soul and was all broody, would you like me much ?"
"That's not what I was going to say" she told him with anger. "You're not making this easy for me."
"Really ? And why would I ?Huh, why ? I have that clear bloody vision of you, only a few weeks ago, beating me like crap, and leaving me on the ground, not caring very much what could happen to me next. So, excuse me, but I'm done with your selfish behaviour."
She lowered her hand, fighting the tears that threatened to overflow.
No matter how hard he was trying to be angry with her, seeing her so miserable was hard to take.
" Buffy…you have to get over yourself. I know you've been through a lot…but it's no reason to treat people like you do. And I'm not talking only about me. Do you realize you forgot about your own sister ? The very one you sacrificed yourself for ?"
She nodded, not able to answer. He was telling the truth. He was always telling the truth, but it was so more convenient not to listen to him.
"Is it too late ?" She finally asked in a trembling voice. "For us ?"
He was almost ready to take her in his arms but refrained himself. There was a lot to be said and done before.
" I don't know. You see, I'm wondering…would you be here tonight if it wasn't for that thing with Cecily ?"
Taken back, she didn't answered immediately.
" To be honest…I don't know. But it certainly helped me figure out some things about my feelings for you."
"What I wanted was seeing you figure that out by yourself."
She laughed slightly.
"Oh…I'm too much of a coward for that."
"You're not a coward. You're the bravest…but you know that already. And if you think you have feelings for me…well, come back when you're sure."
She nodded slowly.
"What about Halfrek…or Cecily…or whatever you're calling her."
"Cecily. Well, Cecily is my private life. And you're not a part of it anymore."
Despite the hurt, she smiled. He was really giving her a taste of her own medicine.
She sighed.
" I think I got the message."
He nodded, fighting the urge to send all his bloody well turned phrases to hell and ravish her downstairs. And the worst part was he knew now for sure she wouldn't say no.
"Were you patrolling ?"he asked.
"Yes. But I think I'm done for tonight. I'll just…go home."
He took his leather coat.
"I'll go with you. Something is sneaking around here, these last few days…I don't like it."
Buffy was immediately back in Slayer mode.
"Really ? What do you think it is ?"
He shrugged, close the door of his crypt behind them.
"Wish I knew…but it doesn't have friendly intentions, that I'm sure of."
"Do you sense it now ?"
He stopped, smelling the air.
"No…It's the…"
A huge explosion interrupted him. By reflex, Spike plunged on the ground, taking Buffy under him.
A little disoriented by the blow, they turned around and saw the crypt.
"Are you ok ?" he asked Buffy first.
"I think…Oh my God, what…?"
"Bloody HELL !"
He stood up and ran to his crypt. Or rather what was left of it.
" Who did this ?" he shouted in an angry and menacing voice. "Show yourself you
bastard !"
He was rummaging through the debris, to see if there was still something to save. Apparently not. And the stone was very hot and smoking.
Still on the ground, Buffy sat down, feeling dazed. The full impact of what just happened hit her. My God, she thought, a few minutes ago we were in there…if Spike hadn't proposed to come with me…the idea was so horrifying she felt a wave of nausea ran through her.
Spike was still trying to see if there was something left in the debris, but it looked hopeless.
"Aargh !" he yelled, frustrated. That had been his crypt, his home for the past two years…he had made it a comfy place, and it was full of souvenirs, with Buffy, Dawn, even Joyce…
The anger suddenly left to be replaced by sadness. He went back to Buffy. She was sitting on a tombstone, looking very pale.
"Can you believe this ? Who…?"
He stared more closely at her, noticing the unusual paleness and stillness.
"Hey, Buffy ?Are you ok ?" he asked again.
She raised her eyes to meet his. They were full of frightened realizations.
"No" she whispered. "You were there…"
He frowned.
"So were you."
"Yes, but…I left. If you hadn't come with me…"
"Well…I would fit into the vacuum cleaner by now."
"Don't say that !" she yelled, angry. "You nearly died!"
"At least definitely, this time. But it seems you saved my butt."
"What ?"
He looked at her like she was a simpleton.
" If you hadn't come around, I wouldn't have left with you. I would really be Mr Big-pile-of-dust this time."
"Ok, maybe…that doesn't make me feel better."
"Why do you feel bad, exactly ?"
"Spike ? Hello? Your crypt just blew up ! And you were supposed to be inside !! Don't you think I care about this ? About what would have happen ?"
"How would I know ? You never told me really. It's the first time you tell me you care about me ! And it took my bloody crypt to explode for you to tell me !"
Now he was furious again.
A vampire chose that moment to crawl out from his grave.
"That's so not the moment, buddy" Buffy said, staking him on the spot.
The interruption calmed them down a little bit. Buffy put the stake back in her pocket.
"I do care, Spike. A lot. Very much. Would I be here tonight If I didn't ? Ok, I was probably not Miss Obvious 2002…"
He gave her a 'you bet' look.
"If I had lost you…"she shivered. "Ok, this is so scary I don't even want to think about it."
Another vampire approached them. Spike sighed. Buffy held him out the stake.
"Have some respect, will you" he told the vampire. "I just lost my home…and my telly."
The vampire didn't have the time to absorb the news. He was dusted the second that followed.
"We'd better be off" Spike said. "The explosion probably woke up the entire neighbourhood"
"I think I can take some more…"Buffy said while standing and stumbling on her shaky legs.
"Sure you can." Spike said with an ironic glance, while helping her to get steady on her feet.
"I'm not feeling hundred percent myself, so…no more dusting tonight."
He stopped.
"Ok…where will we go ?"
This time he was the simpleton case.
"What do you mean, where ? My house, you silly. Where else ?"
"Alright. I just didn't want to invite myself. That's not very polite."
"Yeah, and that stopped you before. Which reminds me I probably lost some pieces of lacy underwears in that explosion."
"Hey, be nice. You're talking to homeless guy, here."
"Well, I'd rather have you as homeless guy than dead-undead guy."
She had said that last phrase in a softer tone, showing she truly meant it. He put his arm around her shoulders and they walked back to her home.
The following day, Buffy summoned everyone at the Magic Box. She told them the latest news.
"Wow" Willow said "That's going through a lot of trouble to get rid of Spike. Why not just stake him ?"
"Well, I'm not that easy to stake. Buffy knows something about it, right, love ?"
"We can verify that later, if you insist" she said with a suave smile. "Anyway, it's not the 'why' I wonder but more the 'who'. So, Spike…who did you royally piss off lately ?"
Xander raised his hand.
"Spike pissed me off several times. But I have nothing to do with his crypt going boom."
"Xander" warned Anya.
Spike shrugged.
"How would I know ? We're on the Hellmouth, we've got a bunch of bleedin freakin people out there who get pissed off for nothing…"
"We don't even know if it's a human, or a demon…" Tara added.
"He's human."
Everyone turned to Halfrek, who was standing at the door.
"His name is Simon. He's my ex- fiance. He threatened me two nights ago, but I didn't take him seriously. Big mistake, apparently."
"He threatened you ?" asked Spike, concerned.
"Just said that if he saw me with you again, he would kill me. I thought he said that to scare me…"
"Why didn't you tell me last night ?"
Buffy reacted to that.
"Last night ?"
"I'm so sorry Spike" Halfrek said with a pleading look. "I would never had thought…"
He came to her, put his arm around her shoulder, much to Buffy's irritation.
"Don't worry" he told her gently. "It's ok."
Buffy gasped.
"It's ok ? It's ok ? Spike, your crypt exploded last night ! And you almost exploded with it !
I don't see what's ok about that."
Everybody looked at her, surprised by her outburst.
"I understand you're upset" Halfrek said. "The worst thing is that this wasn't aim at Spike.
Simon wants to kill me."
"Maybe, but by blowing up his crypt, he was sure to get rid of the both of you. So I guess he was a little bit anti-Spike as well." Xander said.
"For once, monkey-boy is right" Spike agreed, attracting a murderous glance from Xander.
"You don't have to feel guilty, Cecily. It's not your fault if this guy's a loony."
"Well, she dated him…"muttered Buffy but it was covered by Willow's question :
"What did you call her ?"
Halfrek smiled
"He called me Cecily. That was my name, before I became a vengeance demon."
"Why did you change ?" Tara asked.
"Well, Cecily is not really a frightening name, is it ? Halfrek is much more impressive."
Buffy stood up.
"Ok, people, could we go back to the freak who's trying to kill Spike ?"
"Funny" noticed Anya "when you talk like this you remind me of the bot."
"Not helping, Anya."
"I thought he was trying to kill Halfrek ?"Willow asked carefully.
"Either way there's a killer wanna-be out there. We have to stop him."
Spike raised his hand.
"Am I the only one who noticed the 'him being human' part ? I can't be of much use, in that case."
"You don't have to" Halfrek said. "He's my ex-fiancé, I'm the one who should take care of him."
"Maybe, but since he blew up my home, I'm kinda taking that personally."
"Can't you curse him or something?" asked Buffy.
"No" Anya intervened. "We can only grant wishes. Not…wish them."
"You mean you could, honey" Xander corrected her.
Anya sighed.
"Yes, of course…I was talking for Halfrek."
"The problem is we don't know where to find him. So there's only one option. Spike and Anya have to serve as baits." Buffy proposed.
"Supposing he's watching you, Halfrek, if he understands that his warning of last night wasn't enough, he'll take that as a provocation and try again. But this time we will be there. And he's driven mad with jealousy. So I expect him to do something stupid…well, I hope."
"Like you say, it's our only option" Spike said. "We can meet with Cecily tonight."
Buffy nodded.
"We'll be watching your back."
"In the meantime" Spike said, "I'm still homeless."
"Is this the part where we're supposed to cry ?" Xander asked.
"Xander !" This time it was Anya, Buffy and Willow.
"Spike will stay at my house" Buffy said in a firm tone, with a 'I don't want any discussion about this' look.
Xander frowned but was wise enough to not add anything.
TBC…
"Cecily ?"
He frowned.
"Were we supposed to meet ?"
She smiled.
"No, no, I just came by, because…I wanted to talk to you."
She looked unease. Intrigued, he stepped aside to let her come in.
"What's the matter ?"
She stayed in the middle of the room, no intention apparently to sit down.
"William…" she started, clearly looking for her words. "I'm…I'm leaving Sunnydale in two days, and…and I was wondering if you would consider coming with me."
Spike stared blankly at her for a minute.
"Cecily…"
She raised her hand.
" I know you're in love with Buffy," she said. "But you told me it was over. So, is there any reason that keeps you here ?"
Dawn's face appeared in his mind, and surprisingly enough, the Scoobies'. And his crypt, bloody SunnyHell and a lot of other memories, good and bad, that rushed through him.
But most of all, a vision of golden hairs…
"No" He said.
"I know we haven't seen each other for more than a hundred years, but I thought…that this could be a second chance for a fresh start. I never forgotten about you, William…You've been my first and only love."
He smiled.
"That's a strange declaration coming from a vengeance demon."
"I know…but I'm still a woman too. Please…will you think about it ?
He barely hesitated.
"I promise" he finally said.
"Thank you. I'll go now. You know where to find me."
"That I do. Goodnight, Cecily."
She left, closing the door behind her.
Spike sat, hardly believing it. His first love, asking him to go with her. After a century. And he was actually starting to consider it seriously. He was repeating himself, but wasn't there something about moving on ?
Another knock on the door.
"What is this?" he grunted. "Open-doors day ?"
He opened it.
"Buffy."
That evening was becoming more and more interesting.
"Since when do you knock on my door ?"
"Since I decided to stop treating you like dirt."
He raised his eyebrow, open the door wider.
"In that case…suit yourself."
She entered the crypt, went to stand on the exact same spot where Cecily was a few minutes before.
How ironic, Spike thought. Is this declaration night ?
" I just came by…because I had something to tell you."
Ok, now that was becoming creepy.
"Lemme guess…you're leaving Sunnydale and want me to come with you."
She stared at him, confused.
"What ? No…I…what are you talking about ?"she frowned.
"Never mind. Go on."
"I'm sorry. For all that happened. And for the way it happened."
He cocked his head, watching her, saying nothing.
"I…we've been treating you very badly. I know that. I was wondering if…if maybe we could start over…as friends." She finished, lamely. That's not what she had wanted to say, but for the life of her the words wouldn't come out.
He gave her an incredulous look.
"Friends ? Are you kidding me ? Buffy, I told you once, about Angel, the two of you would never be friends. Well, that's worth for you and me too."
"But Angel was…"
"I know, sorry, how did I dare compare myself to the big love of your life ? If I had a soul and was all broody, would you like me much ?"
"That's not what I was going to say" she told him with anger. "You're not making this easy for me."
"Really ? And why would I ?Huh, why ? I have that clear bloody vision of you, only a few weeks ago, beating me like crap, and leaving me on the ground, not caring very much what could happen to me next. So, excuse me, but I'm done with your selfish behaviour."
She lowered her hand, fighting the tears that threatened to overflow.
No matter how hard he was trying to be angry with her, seeing her so miserable was hard to take.
" Buffy…you have to get over yourself. I know you've been through a lot…but it's no reason to treat people like you do. And I'm not talking only about me. Do you realize you forgot about your own sister ? The very one you sacrificed yourself for ?"
She nodded, not able to answer. He was telling the truth. He was always telling the truth, but it was so more convenient not to listen to him.
"Is it too late ?" She finally asked in a trembling voice. "For us ?"
He was almost ready to take her in his arms but refrained himself. There was a lot to be said and done before.
" I don't know. You see, I'm wondering…would you be here tonight if it wasn't for that thing with Cecily ?"
Taken back, she didn't answered immediately.
" To be honest…I don't know. But it certainly helped me figure out some things about my feelings for you."
"What I wanted was seeing you figure that out by yourself."
She laughed slightly.
"Oh…I'm too much of a coward for that."
"You're not a coward. You're the bravest…but you know that already. And if you think you have feelings for me…well, come back when you're sure."
She nodded slowly.
"What about Halfrek…or Cecily…or whatever you're calling her."
"Cecily. Well, Cecily is my private life. And you're not a part of it anymore."
Despite the hurt, she smiled. He was really giving her a taste of her own medicine.
She sighed.
" I think I got the message."
He nodded, fighting the urge to send all his bloody well turned phrases to hell and ravish her downstairs. And the worst part was he knew now for sure she wouldn't say no.
"Were you patrolling ?"he asked.
"Yes. But I think I'm done for tonight. I'll just…go home."
He took his leather coat.
"I'll go with you. Something is sneaking around here, these last few days…I don't like it."
Buffy was immediately back in Slayer mode.
"Really ? What do you think it is ?"
He shrugged, close the door of his crypt behind them.
"Wish I knew…but it doesn't have friendly intentions, that I'm sure of."
"Do you sense it now ?"
He stopped, smelling the air.
"No…It's the…"
A huge explosion interrupted him. By reflex, Spike plunged on the ground, taking Buffy under him.
A little disoriented by the blow, they turned around and saw the crypt.
"Are you ok ?" he asked Buffy first.
"I think…Oh my God, what…?"
"Bloody HELL !"
He stood up and ran to his crypt. Or rather what was left of it.
" Who did this ?" he shouted in an angry and menacing voice. "Show yourself you
bastard !"
He was rummaging through the debris, to see if there was still something to save. Apparently not. And the stone was very hot and smoking.
Still on the ground, Buffy sat down, feeling dazed. The full impact of what just happened hit her. My God, she thought, a few minutes ago we were in there…if Spike hadn't proposed to come with me…the idea was so horrifying she felt a wave of nausea ran through her.
Spike was still trying to see if there was something left in the debris, but it looked hopeless.
"Aargh !" he yelled, frustrated. That had been his crypt, his home for the past two years…he had made it a comfy place, and it was full of souvenirs, with Buffy, Dawn, even Joyce…
The anger suddenly left to be replaced by sadness. He went back to Buffy. She was sitting on a tombstone, looking very pale.
"Can you believe this ? Who…?"
He stared more closely at her, noticing the unusual paleness and stillness.
"Hey, Buffy ?Are you ok ?" he asked again.
She raised her eyes to meet his. They were full of frightened realizations.
"No" she whispered. "You were there…"
He frowned.
"So were you."
"Yes, but…I left. If you hadn't come with me…"
"Well…I would fit into the vacuum cleaner by now."
"Don't say that !" she yelled, angry. "You nearly died!"
"At least definitely, this time. But it seems you saved my butt."
"What ?"
He looked at her like she was a simpleton.
" If you hadn't come around, I wouldn't have left with you. I would really be Mr Big-pile-of-dust this time."
"Ok, maybe…that doesn't make me feel better."
"Why do you feel bad, exactly ?"
"Spike ? Hello? Your crypt just blew up ! And you were supposed to be inside !! Don't you think I care about this ? About what would have happen ?"
"How would I know ? You never told me really. It's the first time you tell me you care about me ! And it took my bloody crypt to explode for you to tell me !"
Now he was furious again.
A vampire chose that moment to crawl out from his grave.
"That's so not the moment, buddy" Buffy said, staking him on the spot.
The interruption calmed them down a little bit. Buffy put the stake back in her pocket.
"I do care, Spike. A lot. Very much. Would I be here tonight If I didn't ? Ok, I was probably not Miss Obvious 2002…"
He gave her a 'you bet' look.
"If I had lost you…"she shivered. "Ok, this is so scary I don't even want to think about it."
Another vampire approached them. Spike sighed. Buffy held him out the stake.
"Have some respect, will you" he told the vampire. "I just lost my home…and my telly."
The vampire didn't have the time to absorb the news. He was dusted the second that followed.
"We'd better be off" Spike said. "The explosion probably woke up the entire neighbourhood"
"I think I can take some more…"Buffy said while standing and stumbling on her shaky legs.
"Sure you can." Spike said with an ironic glance, while helping her to get steady on her feet.
"I'm not feeling hundred percent myself, so…no more dusting tonight."
He stopped.
"Ok…where will we go ?"
This time he was the simpleton case.
"What do you mean, where ? My house, you silly. Where else ?"
"Alright. I just didn't want to invite myself. That's not very polite."
"Yeah, and that stopped you before. Which reminds me I probably lost some pieces of lacy underwears in that explosion."
"Hey, be nice. You're talking to homeless guy, here."
"Well, I'd rather have you as homeless guy than dead-undead guy."
She had said that last phrase in a softer tone, showing she truly meant it. He put his arm around her shoulders and they walked back to her home.
The following day, Buffy summoned everyone at the Magic Box. She told them the latest news.
"Wow" Willow said "That's going through a lot of trouble to get rid of Spike. Why not just stake him ?"
"Well, I'm not that easy to stake. Buffy knows something about it, right, love ?"
"We can verify that later, if you insist" she said with a suave smile. "Anyway, it's not the 'why' I wonder but more the 'who'. So, Spike…who did you royally piss off lately ?"
Xander raised his hand.
"Spike pissed me off several times. But I have nothing to do with his crypt going boom."
"Xander" warned Anya.
Spike shrugged.
"How would I know ? We're on the Hellmouth, we've got a bunch of bleedin freakin people out there who get pissed off for nothing…"
"We don't even know if it's a human, or a demon…" Tara added.
"He's human."
Everyone turned to Halfrek, who was standing at the door.
"His name is Simon. He's my ex- fiance. He threatened me two nights ago, but I didn't take him seriously. Big mistake, apparently."
"He threatened you ?" asked Spike, concerned.
"Just said that if he saw me with you again, he would kill me. I thought he said that to scare me…"
"Why didn't you tell me last night ?"
Buffy reacted to that.
"Last night ?"
"I'm so sorry Spike" Halfrek said with a pleading look. "I would never had thought…"
He came to her, put his arm around her shoulder, much to Buffy's irritation.
"Don't worry" he told her gently. "It's ok."
Buffy gasped.
"It's ok ? It's ok ? Spike, your crypt exploded last night ! And you almost exploded with it !
I don't see what's ok about that."
Everybody looked at her, surprised by her outburst.
"I understand you're upset" Halfrek said. "The worst thing is that this wasn't aim at Spike.
Simon wants to kill me."
"Maybe, but by blowing up his crypt, he was sure to get rid of the both of you. So I guess he was a little bit anti-Spike as well." Xander said.
"For once, monkey-boy is right" Spike agreed, attracting a murderous glance from Xander.
"You don't have to feel guilty, Cecily. It's not your fault if this guy's a loony."
"Well, she dated him…"muttered Buffy but it was covered by Willow's question :
"What did you call her ?"
Halfrek smiled
"He called me Cecily. That was my name, before I became a vengeance demon."
"Why did you change ?" Tara asked.
"Well, Cecily is not really a frightening name, is it ? Halfrek is much more impressive."
Buffy stood up.
"Ok, people, could we go back to the freak who's trying to kill Spike ?"
"Funny" noticed Anya "when you talk like this you remind me of the bot."
"Not helping, Anya."
"I thought he was trying to kill Halfrek ?"Willow asked carefully.
"Either way there's a killer wanna-be out there. We have to stop him."
Spike raised his hand.
"Am I the only one who noticed the 'him being human' part ? I can't be of much use, in that case."
"You don't have to" Halfrek said. "He's my ex-fiancé, I'm the one who should take care of him."
"Maybe, but since he blew up my home, I'm kinda taking that personally."
"Can't you curse him or something?" asked Buffy.
"No" Anya intervened. "We can only grant wishes. Not…wish them."
"You mean you could, honey" Xander corrected her.
Anya sighed.
"Yes, of course…I was talking for Halfrek."
"The problem is we don't know where to find him. So there's only one option. Spike and Anya have to serve as baits." Buffy proposed.
"Supposing he's watching you, Halfrek, if he understands that his warning of last night wasn't enough, he'll take that as a provocation and try again. But this time we will be there. And he's driven mad with jealousy. So I expect him to do something stupid…well, I hope."
"Like you say, it's our only option" Spike said. "We can meet with Cecily tonight."
Buffy nodded.
"We'll be watching your back."
"In the meantime" Spike said, "I'm still homeless."
"Is this the part where we're supposed to cry ?" Xander asked.
"Xander !" This time it was Anya, Buffy and Willow.
"Spike will stay at my house" Buffy said in a firm tone, with a 'I don't want any discussion about this' look.
Xander frowned but was wise enough to not add anything.
TBC…