Artie retreated to the dining table with all of the B&B's useful books laid out in front of him. The Farnsworth also sat within arm's reach as he waited for Mrs. Frederic's call. Pete, after muttering about keeping useful, decided to start shoveling the snow. No one bothered to mention it would do no help unless the streets were plowed as well. And it being so early in the winter, and in a small town, help wouldn't come for a few days yet.

Leena offered to keep Claudia company first since she needed to change Bailey's bandages. Claudia decided it was time to find something clean for Bailey to change into. That's how she found herself standing in a pile of clothes.

"When the heck did I get so many shirts?" Claudia muttered to herself. She held a Radiohead band tee in her right hand, a Puscifer one in her left and was staring at the pile of other undecided shirts littering the floor. Hearing Leena call her name, Claudia quickly chose a short sleeved ACDC shirt Pete had gotten her, or rather, she assumed it was one of his hand-me-downs because it was two sizes too big. But it would be perfect for someone recovering from an incident, it would almost be a hospital gown but more stylish. She came up behind Leena to see the older woman hadn't really changed Bailey's bandages – taken them off, yes, but put new ones on? No.

"Leena?" Claudia asked.

"Look at this," Leena said softly. She gently raised Bailey's shirt to reveal her near flawless stomach.

"How...?" Claudia looked between Leena and Bailey. What used to be painful looking gashes were now completely gone. "You don't think…?"

Leena gave a small shrug, "I have no idea. It could be the same artifact or it could just be something biological, from the future, for all we know. It hasn't healed her completely though," Leena pulled back the sheet to reveal Bailey's still swollen left arm.

"Maybe it only does cuts."

Leena replaced the sheet. "Your guess is as good as mine. But, whatever healed her wounds has raised her temperature, a lot."

Bailey was in fact looking worse for wear. Her face was as pale as when she first arrived and drenched in sweat. Her breathing was shallow but steady.

"Do you think you can change her shirt by yourself?" Leena asked. When Claudia merely nodded, Leena continued, "I'm going to go grab the thermometer and some cool cloths." And she left.

Claudia reached over to move Bailey's right arm but quickly stopped when she hissed in pain. Claudia reared back and reassessed the situation. She was going to have to move Bailey's arm to change the shirts, there was no doubt about it. Taking a calming moment, she slowly removed Bailey's blood soaked shirt until it was only around her left arm.

"Aw man," Claudia mumbled. "Don't hate me."

Claudia gingerly slid the shirt off of her arm. Bailey rewarded her efforts with only a grimace of pain.

Claudia threw the ripped shirt onto the foot of the bed and began putting on the over sized shirt followed by the bed covers. Leena came back with Artie right behind, who immediately wanted to see the healed wounds while Leena took Bailey's temperature. Both of them were done at the same time.

Leena spoke first, "103.7." A few more degrees and her brain cells would start frying. "Her whole body is burning up."

The room stayed silent except for Bailey's labored breathing. "What does that mean?" Claudia asked, "Is it the artifact?"

Artie began rubbing his goatee again. "Unless there's some futuristic technology or biology that is doing this, it has to be."

"What happens now?" Claudia asked after a few moments, successfully keeping all of her fear from her voice.

Artie didn't answer right away. Instead he rubbed his eyes in frustration. "Keep her cool." He looked at Leena who began covering Bailey with cold cloths. "After that…add that to the things we don't know," he muttered but was saved from repeating it by his Farnsworth buzzing.

Artie retrieved his Farnsworth from his pocket and answered it in one swift move. "Mrs. Frederic."

The older woman's face occupied the tiny screen with her usual business-like expression. "Arthur. Please inform Ms. Donovan the internet is back up."

Artie looked over his shoulder to see the red-head already booting up her computer. Mrs. Frederic continued once Artie looked back at her, "As for the snow, I'm afraid it is going to be some more time. How is the girl?"

Artie sighed, "It's just one surprise after the other… Her initial open wounds have healed. Yeah, I know," Artie said to Mrs. Frederic's raised eyebrow. "Seems the artifact Bailey encountered has many features… But she still hasn't gained consciousness for more than a few minutes and now her whole body is burning up. It could be from the healing or maybe her body is rejecting the artifact's power. Or it could be something completely unknown. It just-"

"Arthur," Mrs. Frederic's firm voice cut through Artie's would-be rant. "In a few moments Ms. Donovan will be into the warehouse computers and then you two will have greater resources at your disposal to figure this mystery out. Until then, keep your head and stay useful. And keep me updated. I want to know who this Bailey is as soon as you do." With one last knowing look, the Farnsworth screen turned black, leaving Artie holding the communicator out in front of him.

"Right," said Artie as he shut the device back into his pocket. "Are you in?" He asked Claudia who was perched on the edge of the bed opposite Bailey.

Claudia nodded, "It's spooky how Mrs. F knows right when I'm about to access the warehouse."

"Well, you know, Caretaker and all…" Artie said as he made his way to stand behind Claudia, looking over her shoulder.

Claudia shrugged, "Yeah, but still, spooky." She typed in a few more commands and the warehouse mainframe appeared on screen. "Now, to narrow down the results," she glanced at Bailey and started tallying the 'symptoms'. "Healing power, teleportation, time travel, white light power…thingy."

Artie couldn't help but smirk at the dismal end to that sentence. He stood up straight, "I'm going downstairs to look on my computer. Let me know if you find anything and vice versa."

"Roger, roger," Claudia said, not taking her eyes off the computer. Artie left the two girls to their thing and nearly ran down the stairs, hoping for a quick discovery.

Hours later, Pete's stomach finally took over and forced his body inside to settle his hunger. Four feet of snow was near impossible to shift with a snowplow let alone a mere shovel. But it was a good physical exercise to help relieve tension, boredom, and worry. All of which were competing for dominance in Pete's mind.

As hungry as he was, he wanted to take a shower first to even out his body temperature – heat up his extremities and cool off his core - as well as clean off the funk sleeping in his clothes and then sweating in them had given him. Being upstairs also allowed him to check up on Bailey. When he walked into the room, Bailey was the same as ever except sweating more than he last saw her and wearing one of his old t-shirts. Leena had recently put bags of ice wrapped in cloth over Bailey's body to try and cool her down too. The former woman was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Pete looked to Claudia. She was sitting cross-legged on the unoccupied half of her bed with her elbows on her knees and hands holding her head up. Her focus was solely on the computer screen sitting in front of her.

Claudia didn't even notice when Pete entered the room and sat down in the lounge chair she had spent the last night sleeping in. He had to clear his throat to gain her attention.

When she turned to gaze at the older man, he noticed the tired, red eyes and small smile that graced her young face. Pete kept his observations to himself, though, knowing he probably looked about the same and that Claudia would merely brush off any comment for her to rest. Instead he nodded his head toward the computer, "Internet's back up, I take it."

Claudia nodded, "Yeah, couple hours ago."

"Good… Have you found anything?"

Claudia looked back at the screen in front of her and smiled, but Pete knew it wasn't a happy one. "Plenty. Mother Teresa's blanket, Napoleon's hat, George Orwin's spoon, Jordan Rice's cufflinks, Rheticus' compass and so on and so on… No blue box though."

A few moments passed before Pete spoke, "George Orwin's spoon?"

This time Claudia let out a little chuckle that was gratefully copied by Pete. "You eat with it, it heals wounds…but mostly it's just cuts in the mouth…not really sure why it's on this list."

Claudia rubbed her hands over her face and then back through her hair before Pete spoke up once more, "She heals now too?"

"Oh yeah, check it out," Claudia reached over to Bailey's right arm and lifted up the sleeve, revealing clear skin where a large cut once lingered.

"Nice," Pete said. "What's wrong?" Pete added when he noticed Claudia's frown.

"It's just… can you hand me the thermometer real quick?" Claudia held out her hand. Pete found the small plastic device on the bedside table and handed it over. Claudia opened Bailey's mouth enough to put the thermometer under her tongue. "She feels really hot. Like, hotter than before," she explained.

A minute later the device beeped and Claudia looked at the readout. "Crap, it's at 105.6. She's boiling. Can you get Artie and Leena?"

Pete shot up from the chair and raced downstairs. He found Artie in the dining room with a concentrated and frustrated expression on his face as he stared at his computer. Leena entered the room at the same time as Pete, carrying a tray of cookies causing Pete's stomach to lurch. He swallowed and took his eyes off of the cookies. The two others looked up sharply when they noticed the urgency of Pete's entrance.

"She's burning up." It was all he had to say for everyone to hastily make their way up the stairs and into Claudia's room.

Artie reached for the digital readout and his eyes widened. "105," he muttered but Leena heard him just fine. She went to Bailey and took off the bags revealing the melted ice.

"Artie, what do we do?" asked Claudia, now standing across the bed from the others.

"Leena, start an ice bath." Leena shot out of the room. Artie removed the sheets from Bailey to try to release her trapped body heat.

A short moment later the faucet from the bathroom could be heard but Pete made a frustrated sound and moved to pick up Bailey, "that's going to take too long."

Once he had Bailey safely in his arms he turned and headed down the stairs, Claudia and Artie close behind. He stopped just in front of the front door, "help me," he practically growled. Claudia ran around him and held open the door, cringing when a blast of cold air hit her face.

Pete walked as quickly as he dared out onto the clear pathway he worked on earlier. A few feet from the porch, he took a couple of steps into the untouched snow and laid Bailey down into the freezing white. Then he began to collect snow from behind him to put on top of her. He noticed another set of hands helping him and looked up to find Claudia copying his motions. Artie was nowhere to be seen.

Once all but Bailey's face was covered with snow, Pete and Claudia ceased moving. Only their breath disturbed the still and quiet environment. They both jumped when a large hand holding the small thermometer entered their line of sight.

"Here," Artie's gruff voice sounded through the quiet daytime. Pete grabbed for it and inserted it in Bailey's mouth.

After what felt like forever, the thermometer beeped. Pete read the readout and sighed, "104, it's going down. Slowly but it's going down." A huge grin spread on his face and he sat back into the snow, not caring if his backside got soaked. Claudia and Artie also smiled in relief.

"Good thinking Pete," Artie said proudly. Pete nodded his thanks, unable to stop grinning.

After a few moments, Pete reinserted the thermometer, for reassurance. It was down to 103.5. Claudia joined Pete on his seat of snow as Artie went inside to grab coats and to inform Leena of the necessity of many cups of hot chocolate.

Half an hour and two cups of hot chocolate later, Artie had decided they had all been in the cold long enough, Bailey especially.

"Rub her arms and legs to get her blood circulating before you take her inside," Artie instructed the others. Claudia and Pete did as they were told, avoiding Bailey's left arm.

A few minutes later Pete crouched to put his arms under Bailey and carry her back into the B&B. He froze where he was when he heard Bailey gasp. He glanced wide-eyed at Claudia who was also frozen where she was.

Everyone one of the team waited silently, watching the clouds of white air erupt from Bailey's mouth as she took deep, strenuous breaths. Slowly her eyes opened but quickly closed against the brightness. Claudia crouched down to where Bailey now sat wrapped in Pete's arms and grasped her uninjured hand.

"Bailey?" Claudia said quietly but firmly enough that everyone heard her. "Come on, it's me Claudia. Open your eyes... please."

Bailey frowned but eventually did as Claudia asked. The team shared a universal grin.

"Claud…?" Bailey eyes were still squinted against the light but they were staring right at a smiling Claudia.

"Yeah," she chuckled, "Yeah, that's me."

Even though Bailey had only been awake for a few seconds, everyone could see the strain it was taking on her. She was struggling to keep her eyes open and still taking deep breaths. She was even starting to slouch against Pete's chest, still enveloped in his arms.

"How are you feeling?" Claudia asked, seeing Bailey's declining condition.

Bailey didn't answer right away and Claudia had thought she lost consciousness again when she whispered, "cold."

Claudia smiled brightly again, "Don't worry. We'll get you back inside… You're safe, Bailey." Claudia squeezed Bailey's hand in reassurance and felt her heart jump when Bailey squeezed back. It wasn't powerful, but it was something.

"Yeah," Bailey mumbled before her breathing evened out as she blacked out once more.

"Come on, inside," Artie said after a moment. Pete gathered the rest of Bailey in his arms and hoisted her up. Claudia followed him back into the B&B and up to her room where Pete laid Bailey down once more. Claudia ransacked her dresser again for dry clothes to help Leena change Bailey into, so she wouldn't freeze. They just brought her back from burning inside out, they weren't about to have her freeze from the outside in.

"This is good right?" Pete asked his boss downstairs while the girls tended to Bailey.

Artie hummed his agreement and went back to his makeshift office in the dining room. "It seems she's recovering, yes."

Pete followed behind Artie and sat down opposite him. "I mean, she recognized Claudia and made conversation with her." Pete couldn't stop himself from smiling at the memory. "Hopefully next time she'll be able to stay awake long enough to tell us what happened."

Artie kept his eyes on the paperwork in front of him. "That would be helpful."

Pete stared at the older man, "But…?"

Artie sighed, "It might not be that easy. We still don't know what artifact she encountered or what all its powers are." He rubbed his eyes tiredly, "I've never seen anything like this." Artie spread out the papers of research in front of him, "Healing abilities? Yes. Teleportation? Yes. Unexplainable superhero-like power? Yes. Even time travel," Artie nearly growled out those last words, remembering a certain British woman and her machine. "But I've never seen anything that can do all of this and possibly more. Never even heard of such a thing."

It was a few moments before Pete spoke, "We'll just have to wait and see what Bailey says. We can't give up hope yet."

Artie raised his eyebrows and stared at Pete; shocked to hear of hope come out of his lips but delighted nonetheless. It had been too long since a hopeful Pete was sitting before Artie. The corners of his mouth curved as he watched Pete gaze in thought at the table.

"You're right," said Artie and not waiting for Pete's response he continued, "Claudia said there was a fight."

Pete cleared his throat and joined in, "Yeah, between Bailey and some guy. She said he looked like a monster?"

Artie nodded, in thought. "He was looking for a bracelet. The one Bailey had on."

"Bailey's tattoo or scar or whatever is from the bracelet." Pete snapped his fingers, "Artie, what if the bracelet's powers somehow connected with Bailey? I mean, what if they bonded together? You know how an object can be imbued with the willpower of the person? Why can't a person be imbued with the power of an artifact?"

Artie's eyes widened. He stood and looked up, as if trying to see through the ceiling into Claudia's room – to Bailey's wrist.

"A genetic suffusion," he whispered.

"A what?" Pete asked, also standing.

Artie changed his gaze back to the man standing in front of him. "A genetic suffusion." He sat back down and began typing on his computer once more.

"What's a genetic suffusion?"

Without looking up, Artie answered, "It's, uh, like you said. Actually. It's exactly like you said. An artifact being used to the point where the power is spread throughout another source, in this case, a person. I can't believe I didn't think of it before."

Pete put his hands in his pockets, "wait, how many times has this happened?"

Artie actually stopped and stared at Pete for a few seconds before returning to his work, "a few times."

"But enough that it has a name?" Pete was suddenly furious. He wasn't quite sure where the anger was coming from. Probably from lack of sleep, coupled with helplessness, coupled with the beginnings of cabin fever and maybe a hint of his all-knowing boss overlooking this bit of vital information.

Artie clicked a few more times before he found what he was looking for, "Four. Four times. Or at least, four times that we know of. The most recent being in 1802. Unless you count Amelia Earhart..." Artie paused for a moment but quickly shook his head, regaining his original train of thought.

"Erasmus Darwin – yes Charles Darwin's grandfather – died after he unexplainably started turning into a plant. Ironically, that's what started Charles' thoughts about evolution." He ended in a mumble but Pete still heard him and as a result, raised an eyebrow. Artie rubbed his hands together "he was obsessed with botany and the moon, and an interaction with a certain lunar map ended his life. But that's not important."

"Okay?" Pete asked slowly, his anger changed to puzzlement.

"What's important," Artie continued as if not hearing Pete's comment, "is that in every case of the suffusion…" he trailed off, causing Pete to cross his arms and step closer to Artie.

Artie deflated, "every single one of them has died, Pete… The power was too much for their system to handle."

Pete slowly uncrossed his arms and sat down, also deflated. "But that's not going to happen to Bailey." When Artie didn't answer, Pete pressed, "You said it yourself, she's getting better. She's recovering."

"I said it seemed that way."

Night had fallen and the Bed and Breakfast was silent. The inhabitants, now all informed of Bailey's possible grim fate were spread out in various rooms deep in their own thoughts. Artie had moved his pile of research from the dining table to his bedroom but refused to take a shower or even sit on his bed, knowing if he relaxed even a little bit, he would fall asleep.

Pete was on a similar level of thought; although he did take a shower but only in the hope his muscles wouldn't be sore tomorrow from shoveling snow. After he dressed he continued to pace his room.

Leena was down in the kitchen cleaning. The others had realized it was a nervous habit and left her too it. Once even she couldn't find a speck of dust or dirt in the spotless room, she quietly went up to her room. She laid in her bed and attempted to drown out her friends' troubled auras.

Claudia, despite her comfortable position on her bed next to Bailey, couldn't stop her mind from running at top speed. She had forced herself to shut down her computer so she wouldn't be tempted to get back on and even took a shower to relax. She wasn't giving up; on the contrary, she was preparing herself for a busy day tomorrow after a possible restless night of dreams.

Lying on her back, arms tucked under her head, she stared at the blue ceiling. Once she counted up to 541 sheep, she gave up on the ceiling and glanced at the digital clock by her head. It was after two in the morning. Claudia rubbed her face with her hands and then turned her body to face Bailey. For once, she actually looked like she was sleeping. Her breathing had evened out and she wasn't sweating nearly as much. Claudia could only see a slight glean of perspiration reflect the moonlight on her face. She slowly reached out and put her hand to Bailey's forehead. She felt a little warm but nothing dire like before.

As Claudia moved her hand back to her side she gasped but squelched a scream when Bailey's right arm caught hers.

Claudia was sitting on the couch in the living room. Everything was the same as before except her computer was closed on the table in front of her. She stood up with the intention of entering the kitchen when a slightly tentative knock on the front door drew her attention. She hesitated but at a second, more confident knock, she moved toward the door.

On the other side, Claudia was relieved to see, stood Bailey. She was wearing jeans, black chucks and a short sleeved red shirt over a longer, tight fitting black shirt. A single black back pack was slung over her shoulders. "Bailey? What are you doing here?"

Bailey gave Claudia a searching look, "Thanksgiving break." When Claudia's expression didn't change, Bailey shook her head, "Did you already forget? Or better yet, did dad forget to tell you we were spending it here this year?"

Claudia hesitated and then forced a smile, "Uh, no, we just- I was just – we've been busy. That's all." She flinched when a cold wind whipped through her clothes, "Geeze, get in here," she stepped back and then quickly closed the door against the cold air as soon as Bailey crossed the threshold.

Claudia rubbed her arms in an attempt to warm up and realized Bailey wasn't even shivering. "It's freezing outside. Why aren't you wearing a coat?"

Bailey turned her gaze at Claudia and smiled. Then she stuck her arms out, pointing to the tight black fabric covering her arms, "Got the new Weather Guard Pro. It's like another layer of skin. A warmer, thicker, sleeker layer, but still…" Claudia didn't register anything else Bailey said because there, on Bailey's right wrist, was the bracelet. The white bracelet.

"Claudia?" Claudia jumped and tore her eyes from the bracelet to Bailey's slightly concerned face. "Are you okay?"

Once again, Claudia smiled, "Yes. I'm fine. Just tired."

Bailey nodded, not very convinced but she let it go, "So, am I going to be in the same room as before?"

"Uh," Claudia glanced at the stairs as if they would miraculously give her the answers, "Yes. Sure. You remember where it is, right?"

Bailey grinned and shook her head slightly, not sure why Claudia was acting so strange, "I think so." And she headed up the stairs, leaving a confused Claudia in the foyer.

Claudia gasped and pulled her arm out of Bailey's grip. Her scar was white once again and Claudia could feel the heat from it. She realized she was breathing heavily and closed her eyes to try and calm down. When she opened her eyes, Bailey was awake and looking right back at Claudia.

"Bailey?" Claudia whispered.

Bailey blinked, and then whispered back, "Claudia?"

Claudia nodded, "That's me. Are you okay?"

Bailey slowly nodded back but a confused look found its way onto her face, "You look different."

Claudia didn't know what to say to that. So she stuck with asking questions, "Does your arm hurt?"

It took Bailey a few seconds but she eventually glanced down to her left arm that was still in its makeshift sling. She looked back at Claudia, "A little."

"Okay, hang on," Claudia got up and grabbed the bottle of painkillers and glass of water. "Here, take these. They'll get rid of the pain. And make sure you finish the whole glass," she added as an afterthought, Bailey was probably feeling dehydrated with all the sweating.

Bailey lifted her head to let the pills go down her throat easier. With a little coaxing, Claudia helped Bailey into a sitting position and rearranged her pillows so she was propped up a bit. Claudia sat cross-legged, silently waiting for Bailey to finish the glass of water. Once she was done, Claudia put the empty glass safely on the bedside table and waited for Bailey to talk.

Claudia soon realized this probably wasn't the best idea because a quick glance told her it was after three in the morning and Bailey hadn't opened her eyes since she finished the glass of water.

"Bailey," Claudia stage whispered, she didn't want to wake her if she had fallen asleep. "What year do you think it is?"

Bailey did nothing but stay still and Claudia sighed. But then Bailey started to shake her head, "It doesn't matter."

"What?"

"It's not going to be what I think it should be," Bailey said, her eyes remaining closed.

"How do you know?"

Bailey smiled a bit, "Because you asked me what year I thought it was… You should have just asked what year it was."

"Duly noted," Claudia mumbled and laid back down. Minutes passed in silence before Claudia spoke up once more, "Alright, answer me this. How come I'm the only one who sees these…visions?"

Claudia waited but the only answer she received was Bailey's deep, even breathing. She turned over and let the footfalls of Pete's pacing lure her to sleep.

In the morning, Claudia told the rest of the team about the night's events. They were glad Bailey was slowly but surely gaining consciousness, even answering questions with lucid responses. They were equally as angry that Claudia hadn't 'woken' them up after Bailey had fallen back asleep.

The rest of the morning went on much the same as the day before. Pete went to work outside while Artie and Claudia concentrated on more research and Leena helped in any way possible. It was mid-afternoon when Artie gathered everyone in Claudia's room.

Once everyone was settled, Artie cleared his throat, "We aren't going to take Bailey to the hospital."

It was a sign of the group's tiredness that no one argued. They merely shot Artie confused expressions.

Artie continued, "Mrs. Frederic has just informed me that Vanessa, uh, Dr. Calder should be here in a few hours to take a look at Bailey."

"And how's she supposed to do that?" Pete asked, skeptically. "I mean I've shoveled up to the driveway but last time I checked the road still wasn't clear."

Artie nodded knowingly. "I'm aware of that, as are the Regents."

He didn't have to say anymore. Everyone knew the Regents had their own ways of doing things. They were actually surprised Mrs. Frederic hadn't popped out of nowhere and scared the crap out of everyone yet. Claudia wouldn't admit it but out of the corner of her eye she checked the open doorway for an unsuspecting visitor. Thankfully, it was empty.

"Do you think she will be able to do anything for her?" Claudia asked.

Artie glanced at Bailey who took that moment to turn her head so she was facing him. "I hope so."

Though Pete refused to say it aloud, he believed the Doctor's visit to be pointless. Especially after she informed the team that the only thing she would and could do was make Bailey more comfortable. She refused to use certain artifacts that would heal Bailey's arm, break her fever, and/or wake her up because of the unknown consequences they would have when mixed with the bracelet's power. To remind them of the risks, Leena mentioned the Studio 54 disco ball and Lewis Carroll's mirror incident, much to the group's dismay.

Vanessa only told them what they already knew; Bailey had to get better in her own time. And based on recent events, Vanessa used her medical knowledge to estimate her longer term awakening to occur in the next day or two, to which Pete mumbled something about already figuring that out.

The only area where she might have shed some light was when Claudia mentioned her visions.

"I can say for sure," Vanessa said with the light but official tone of an experienced agent, "if you believe these dreams to actually be memories, which I do, I think Claudia is the only one whom Bailey knows and recognizes in this group. And - this part is pure speculation - I believe Bailey was sent to this time to fix something. I don't know what, but I highly doubt the artifact sent her here on a whim."

"So you're saying something happens in the future that's not right?" asked Claudia.

"I'm saying that I think something happened in Bailey's time that either she or the artifact didn't like, or both," explained the doctor.

"But what?" asked Pete, frustrated.

Vanessa shook her head lightly, "You'd have to ask her." She, along with everyone else, turned their gaze to the sleeping girl on the bed.

Pete stared at the unconscious girl almost painfully, willing her to wake.

And awake she did.

Hope you guys like the longer chapter. Also hoping it will tide you over until I get a chance to update again. Sorry but as much as I hate to say it, college comes first. Especially since I'm paying for it and all. Anyway, reviews are awesome. :)