"Do you think she'll remember?"
"I don't know."
"What if it's not her?"
"It's her."
"But what if it's not?"
"You're not convinced?"
"I'm not saying it's not possible. It's just not likely. I've lived with her for the past four years. She doesn't remember anything."
"She will. She's in Glorantha, isn't she? If there was a place for her to remember, it would be in Glorantha. And when she does, she can tell us how to bring Her back."
"And the Emperor too?"
"Yes, in due time."
"But what if she doesn't remember? What if even Glorantha isn't enough?"
"Then the forest will swallow her, and she will die with all the rest of them."
DELIRIUM: Explicit Memory
Her confidence was fleeting. Or perhaps it was never really there to begin with - Aeris wasn't sure. The serene structures of her ancestors, brought to life from nature, served no purpose on her nerves. As Aeris knelt upon the altar in the heart of the Ancient City, her entire body was trembling. It would have been better if she hadn't known she was going to die. If instead she had been under the delusion that she could stroll in, summon Holy - thus thwarting Sephiroth's oh-so-evil plan - and leave. One of those 'all in a day's work' kind of things. Now she was so nervous that she doubted she could summon Holy at all, and sat back down on the stone floor.
Aeris found it amusing that regardless of knowing about her imminent death, she couldn't believe she was really going to die. This all felt like a dream - perhaps a part of the same reassuring dream she sent to Cloud. Her trembling body knew it better than her mind.
Of course, being on this altar in the City of the Ancients felt all the more surreal because Aeris had seen it before -- seen the altar, and seen her death, many times in her dreams as an outsider. Aeris watched herself die, but never experienced death as Sephiroth killed her dream-self.
Sitting on the cold stone, she momentarily wondered if the real thing would hurt: would it be a quick and painless end? Or would she writhe in pain, begging for it to be over? The dreams were never specific enough in that regard, and would end the moment Sephiroth's sword met her back.
Aeris exhaled deeply, stood, and stepped toward the stone railing surrounding the circumference of the altar. She leaned against it, and watched the water below her. Though this place was underground and wind could not reach it, the cerulean liquid seemed alive.
Maybe I won't actually die, Aeris mused half heartedly, as she watched the ebb and flow of the water along the edge of the platform she had just come from. Death was always just assumed, but the dream never made it explicit. After all, Aeris was sure people had suffered serious injuries before and lived, and with her healing abilities... But the possibility of Sephiroth missing her vital organs was absurd, and even she couldn't heal a wound like that. No, she would definitely die.
Stop wasting time, she told herself.
Aeris watched the crystalline staircase that led above her, secretly hoping for Cloud to come bounding down them to rescue her, but then she imagined quite another image - in the place of a man with a head full of sunkissed spikes was a man with hair the color of moonlight, clad in a midnight cloak, who blasphemed the hallowed ground of her ancestors with each black-booted footstep.
With that image firmly in place, Aeris hurried herself back towards the center of the altar, knelt down, clasped her hands together, and prayed for a miracle.
Summoning Holy was an awkward and difficult process. It required perfect control of spiritual energy for a long duration of time. The flow of energy had to be completely balanced and constant. The slightest increase or decrease could botch
Aeris' mother, Ifalna, had told her how to summon Holy when she was a child, though Aeris didn't know what she was talking about until long after. As Ifalna lay dying on the steps of Sector 7's train platform, she had given Aeris the white materia, saying, "Imagine – draw a circle in your mind. As dark as you can, as heavy as you can, that's best. Then imagine yourself throwing your whole body in towards the center," with no further explanation. When Aeris asked what it was for, "You will know," was all her mother replied.
That's how I need to begin, Aeris thought, and then that must be maintained for a long length of time. How much time, Aeris didn't know, but hoped that when she was successful, she would be able to feel it. Aeris assumed that summoning Holy would be all the more difficult for her as she had virtually no proper Cetran training, yet she knew it must be done, and so it was.
For two hours, Aeris maintained the spell. With eyes closed, she focused upon placing her entire being into that imagined dark circle, continued to place all of her spiritual energy into Holy, until she could feel it pulling away from her, as if the physical space surrounding her was floating away, and she was left in its ether. Aeris was exhausted and light-headed as she completed the spell, and her body felt sluggish and heavy, though the overall effect of the exertion had caused to her feel very relaxed and tranquil.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, knowing from her dreams to expect Cloud, and she was not disappointed. He stood several feet in front of her, his face stoic, but in his eyes she could see confusion, fear, and Sephiroth. Cloud looked above her, and then pain - pain and a massive pressure, as flesh and organs were cut and pushed aside to make room for the steel blade. Heat gathered around the pressure beneath her skin. Her eyes watered. The force of the impact pushed the air from her lungs. The tips of her fingers became cold, as well as her nose, and her toes, as if all her heat were pooling to where Sephiroth's sword was.
Aeris could feel Sephiroth behind her: the heat emanating off his body, the leather of his coat brushing her arms which had involuntarily dropped to her sides. With hazy eyes, Aeris looked down at the sword protruding from her belly, spellbound with the swirls and tendrils of blood as it created designs against the steel before dripping to the floor.
Her fascination seemed to pull her upper body forwards, and she felt herself slouch against the tip of the sword. The screams and cries of her friends sounded distant, muted. Then, suddenly, the sword was being removed - as if Sephiroth had sadistically waited for her body to become accustomed to its presence before extracting it. She felt a pressure on her back, his foot, and gagged on her own pain as he withdrew the sword ever so slowly.
This had all happened within seconds, but it was taking too long. All Aeris wanted now was to die and have it be over with. She had summoned Holy, done her life's work, what use was there in prolonging the event? Time was fading, and she found herself in Cloud's arms. She didn't have the strength to open her eyes, but she knew it was him. She could hear him screaming. It took every ounce of energy for Aeris to open her eyes. All she could see was the blurred image of Cloud as he held her, and an equally faded Sephiroth, arms outstretched in triumph. Or so he thought.
Content in knowing that, at the very least, she had prevented Meteor from destroying the planet, for the last time in this life, Aeris closed her eyes...
...and then...
...she opened them again.
She was on a flat surface lying on her side, and by the mass of trees around her, she assumed in a forest. Was this an afterlife? Not that she was expecting the stereotypical clouds and white light experience, but this forest felt too...alive. She felt too alive. Her hand flew to her stomach. There was no pain, no wound; the fabric was still intact, though it felt oddly stiff, and the texture was all wrong. Well if there was no wound, she must be dead, and it would figure that the afterlife would screw up the feeling of her dress.
Aeris idly stroked along the fabric, disappointed. It was loose, and the neckline was too high and...why were there short sleeves? Aeris frowned. She pulled at the sleeve and looked down at her hand, as if seeing it would somehow clarify everything. Aeris was even more surprised by what she saw. Her fingernails were painted a gaudy shade of purple, and beneath her hand, the cloth there did not belong to the bubblegum pink sundress she was used to, but to a black t-shirt. She needed to get up.
Shifting her weight, Aeris pushed herself up on her hands and into a crouching position. She was either in some really screwed up afterlife, or she was dreaming, because there was no way this was real. She didn't even own purple nail polish, or the black jeans and shirt she was wearing, and what in the hell was going on anyway?!
Aeris looked around. There were suitcases and a dying glow stick in front of her. To the left was forest. To the right - forest. And directly behind? Sephiroth.
Aeris shrieked, and scrambledaway from him until there was well over two yards of distance between them. She sat perfectly still, aside from her trembling, with her eyes trained on him. Aeris barely had time to wonder about this new development when the memories came. They were slow at first – flashing images associated with meaning: she was in the Enchanted Forest. Stuck at Bone Village. Kyoko was missing. Trip to Costa del Sol. Talk with Red. The flashes began to increase in speed, more dense and scattered, raping her mind, tracing back and back, like a time bomb ticking back to zero. She was Aya Urikawa, college graduate, who had a falling out with her family over finances. She was twenty, then sixteen, then five, then three.
And the images stopped, and Aeris remembered this life, as if twenty-one years had been packed into an instant. During the onslaught, she had collapsed onto the ground again. Her head throbbed, and her throat was raw...had she been screaming? She didn't know. Aeris picked herself back up, and wiped at her tears, unknowlingly smearing dirt across her face during the process. She didn't understand – she had been dying, and now here she was: back in the Enchanted Forest with a lifetime of someone else's memories...
...with Sephiroth.
Her head snapped in his direction. He was lying on his back the ground. Bleeding heavily from several large gashes in his torso and arms, it would seem. He was wearing only his pants and boots; he did not move.
Wherever this place was, it was not any sort of afterlife. Aeris' heart pounded in her chest - alive - but in someone else's body, with someone else's memories. She watched Sephiroth as he breathed peacefully, completely ignorant to her turmoil, and silently cursed him. This was his doing. She knew it; somehow he did this to her - caused her to be here. And there he was in his happy slumber without a care in the world. Well, aside from his bleeding quite profusely...still, he needed to get up and tell her what the hell was going on, because he most definitely had something to do with this.
On shaky legs, Aeris stood and walked slowly over to Sephiroth.
He was a lot bigger than she remembered, and as much as she needed to know what was going on, she really did not want this sociopath to be conscious. Standing merely a foot away from him, but far enough so that he couldn't easily grab her if he suddenly sprang to life, Aeris cleared her throat. "H-hey," she squeaked. Her face grew hot with embarrassment – she meant to say it a lot more confidently, but it hardly came out that way. Thankfully, it didn't seem like he heard her.
Taking a deep breath, Aeris tried again with more conviction: "Hey!" Still, Sephiroth did not move, save for his breathing.
Aeris huffed and shifted her weight from foot to foot. Why wasn't he moving? Weren't all the great warriors supposed to be light sleepers to know when an enemy was approaching? Even Cloud was easier to wake up when he had fallen through the roof in the church in Sector 5. This thought momentarily arrested her, Aeris began to wonder if Cloud and the rest of AVALANCHE were all right. She desperately wanted to tell them that she was alive, and was as well as could be expected with an unconscious Sephiroth close by, but she didn't seem to have her PHS, and as much as she wanted to think about Cloud and the others, waking the insanely creepy man in front of her was, unfortunately, top priority.
"Sephiroth? Hello!" Aeris placed her hands on her hips, and walked to where his feet were. She thought briefly of leaning down to shake him, but thought better of it. Gently, she nudged one his booted feet with her own, and then skitted back, waiting for him to spring awake at the sensation, but he did nothing. Her mind flitted back to a memory of Aya's and her experience with the necklace as she sat and waited for it to spring towards her. Though Aeris remembered that event quite clearly, and how terrifying it had been for Aya, this was infinitely worse. She would much rather have a tiny bauble attack her than the hulking, terrifying mass that was Sephiroth.
Bouncing on the balls of her feet, Aeris relented, frustrated, and kicked the sole of Sephiroth's boot, hard.
"Oh, come on. Just wake up," she said.
Needing answers, and not knowing what else to do, Aeris prepared to sit down right where she was and wait for the bastard to regain consciousness.
The forest's entrance smelled of death.
The scent permeated through the woods, and with a Lunar Harp replica inside of his leather satchel, Nanaki entered, pressing his nose to the ground to determine where it was the strongest.
After several paces, he stopped. It was only about ten feet in, but the smell was unbelievably concentrated in this area. Without a second thought, Nanaki began to dig.
When Nanaki had arrived at Bone Village, the sun had already set, and the gift shop was preparing to close. Though the boy at the counter was reluctant to stay open a few moments longer, he was quite persuaded when Nanaki asked for a Lunar Harp, regardless of price.
Nanaki quickly purchased a Lunar Harp, grimacing at the cost inflation, and promptly ran out towards the forest. He worried that Vincent would be miles deep inside, hidden carefully away, but as Nanaki neared the forest, he knew that was not the case.
Nanaki continued to dig, using his claws to pull away rocks and dirt, and push them behind him. He panted heavily from the exertion, no longer used to such physical activity. Yet despite his tired body, his mind was like that of a pup again. He was undeniably thrilled at the thought of seeing Vincent, and couldn't wait to speak with him. Nanaki tried to remind himself that this was business related, but that didn't dissuade his excitement.
After hours of digging, there was no sign of Vincent. Nanaki sat inside of the crater that he had created, nearly five feet below the surface. His nose was dry, and he couldn't seem to stop panting. Perhaps he should have brought water with him, and food of some sort? Nanaki shook his head. Now was not the time to be thinking of that He needed to keep digging. Vincent was here. He was sure of it.
Standing up, Nanaki resumed digging, faster and faster, claws tearing through the earth, until they caught hard on something. Nanaki quickly removed his paw from it, then pressed his nose to the ground and sniffed.
With a yap of excitement, Nanaki used his snout to gingerly push away the soil. Snorting to clear the dirt from his nostrils, Nanaki whispered loudly, "Vincent!"
Nanaki was standing on Vincent's body, which was still covered in dirt, and using his nose, Nanaki nudged Vincent's face.
Vincent's eyes flashed open, red and bright as ever in the darkness, gazing skyward. Aside from that, he did not move, and Nanaki wasn't sure that he was even conscious.
"Vincent?"
The man's eyes slowly drifted towards Nanaki, and held him there.
"Vincent, it's me. Nanaki... Red…XIII."
"Move."
Nanaki eagerly jumped off the man, and sat by his side, his tail involuntarily wagging with excitement.
Vincent, clad in exactly the same garments (Nanaki wondered how they had survived for over 500 years), sat up slowly. Dirt tumbled down Vinecent's chest, though he seemed more preoccupied with his thigh, bloody from where Nanaki's claws had caught him. Nanaki followed Vincent's line of vision.
"Sorry about that," he said. "I was in a bit of a rush."
"It will heal," Vincent responded, his voice distant, as if he were musing to himself rather than offering a response. He stood up, and more dirt fell back to the ground, though clumps of it remained in his hair. His cape and clothing were threadbare, torn in many places, and caked with earth. Dirt was smeared upon his face, but Vincent made no motion to clean himself off.
For the first time, Vincent looked at Nanaki, and seemed to really notice him. He said nothing at first, then closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. Opening his eyes slowly as he exhaled, Vincent said, "How long has it been?"
"It's been over five-hundred years," Nanaki replied. "About five-hundred eighteen to be exact."
Vincent nodded, and said nothing, lost in reverie.
"Vincent," Nanaki said, urgency lacing his voice. "Something is going on. There are things I need to tell you."
The man remained silent, then effortlessly turned and climbed out of the crater Nanaki had created, the beast following closely on his heels. Once out of the large hole, Vincent surveyed the forest, before his crimson eyes focused on Nanaki, and he said, "How did you find me?"
"It wasn't easy," Nanaki said, and waited for Vincent to respond. When he didn't, Nanaki explained: "Initially I had gone to the Ancient Forest. But then I realized that you had never been there before; you wouldn't have known how to get through it. The Enchanted Forest on the other hand--"
"No, it was something else that led you here."
Nanaki hesitated before saying, "Well, yes. Something you said... When we had walked through here before, you said that this forest was the perfect place for someone to lose themself in. At the time, I thought you meant it was an easy place for someone to get lost in. It didn't occur to me that getting lost was the intention."
Vincent nodded thoughtfully. "Why did you come?"
Here, Nanaki used his paw to push the leather satchel over his head, and it landed on the ground with a muted pat. Nudging the satchel open, he motioned to its contents. "These newspaper clippings will catch you up to speed."
Vincent knelt down and picked up the satchel, but instead of looking at the articles, he pulled the drawstring, and placed the purse back around Nanaki's neck. He stayed in that position, crouched low to the ground, and said, "I want to hear it from you."
Aeris wasn't sure how long she had been waiting. What felt like hours might only have been several minutes, and her lack of patience wasn't helping. She drummed her fingers intensely on the ground, and when that didn't work to calm her nerves, she resorted to pacing.
Every couple of steps she paused, questioning her own actions as she looked at the now bandaged Sephiroth. Aeris scowled, and then continued walking even faster than before. Why did she heal him? Sure, it made sense at the time: he brought her here, he was dying (probably), and she wanted answers. Answers didn't come from corpses. Healing him seemed like the logical thing.
After deciding that Sephiroth was no good to her dead (at least for now), Aeris had searched through both her and Kyoko's luggage, and, not having the heart to use Kyoko's clothing for bandages, Aeris used her own, or, rather, she used Aya's. Though the pairs of jean shorts were rather useless, there were several tank tops and t-shirts that could very easily be turned into makeshift bandages with the pocket knife from the Survival Kit. Thankfully, there were two black sweatshirts within the pile of beach clothing, one of which Aeris had put on, the other she had tied around her waist for later.
With the strips of fabric on her lap, Aeris knelt down next to Sephiroth. She huffed. The situation was actually quite humorous,Aeris thought bitterly. Watch Aeris as she heals the bastard who killed her...theoretically, anway...no less than an hour ago. It was that thought which kept her more annoyed than afraid.
Bandage in hand, Aeris mentally prepared herself to put it on Sephiroth, but hesitated. The blood on his chest hadn't begun to coagulate yet; it flowed down the sides of his ribs and onto the grass. Looking now, Aeris could see that the knees of her pants were soaked with blood. She placed a hand onto his chest by the base of his neck. His skin felt warm, and sticky with sweat, and a part of Aeris was repulsed by this mere contact. Sephiroth breathed haggardly through his mouth; his hair was matted against his face with perspiration, and seemed a dull and lifeless gray, so unlike the near-luminous silver she had memorized from her nightmares. Observing this, Aeris severely doubted the bandages on her lap would be enough, as he would probably just bleed through them.
Aeris slid her hand lower on his chest so that it rested just beneath his ribcage and focused. The faintest of breezes surrounded her, but it was not even enough to rustle her clothing. Aeris groaned. The healing spell she was once so easily able to conjure now seemed impossible to cast. Was it because she was in someone else's body?
She tried again. This time, the wind was enough to gently puff out her bangs, but nothing more. Aeris looked at Sephiroth's chest. The bleeding had slowed considerably, and some of the lighter cuts on his arms were beginning to scab. At least it was an improvement. Still, it upset her that a spell, which once would have been able to fully heal all but maybe some of the wounds on Sephiroth's chest, could now do little more than scab a wound. Now she felt exhausted - this body was obviously not used to manipulating spiritual energy, and though Aeris had the knowledge required to do it, this body pulled against her. All the more reason to heal that bastard and get some answers, Aeris thought, and she set to work on wrapping the bandages.
Thirty minutes later, and Aeris was pacing so quickly that she was getting short of breath. She swung her arms, locked at the elbows and with hands clenched into fists, so that she looked like a horribly undisciplined soldier, stomping her feet as she marched. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Hadn't she been through enough already? And Sephiroth, the jerk, he would probably get the utmost enjoyment out of her ire if he could see her now.
Aeris thought of what she wanted to say to him when he woke, so angry now that the possibility of him killing her again didn't even cross her mind. Aeris played out the scene in her head, starting with him waking up as she stood over him, arms crossed and unafraid. She would demand to know what was going on, and, of course, he would immediately fess up. And if he tried anything, anything at all, to hurt her, Cloud and the others would come charging back to save her, because they knew in their heart of hearts that she was still alive and where she would be.
With that thought, Aeris nodded to herself, believing that while that all might be a bit of a stretch, it still sounded very plausible. Now all she needed was to patiently stand over Sephiroth and wait, and as she turned to do just that, she nearly tripped over herself as she saw that not only was Sephiroth already sitting up, but those florescent eyes were focused directly on her.
She froze.
Sephiroth looked at Aeris for a moment with an expression that said he was either very bored, or very tired. This look didn't last long as he then focused on himself and his injuries. He traced a hand down his chest, and paused to look at each of his arms. Sephiroth glanced around him, and then stood up slowly. If he felt the pain from his wounds, his face did not betray it as his expression remained stoic, and even though his movements were slow and calculated, they were nonetheless graceful.
Aeris began to wonder how he might have gotten the injuries to begin with. While she was healing him, she hadn't even given it a second thought. Thinking of it now, the inguries must have been from Cloud, who would have attacked Sephiroth after he killed her. Sephiroth, being injured, probably fled back into the Enchanted Forest to escape.
All of that was fine and dandy, except for the fact of her being here, and now here he was going about his way and acting as though the woman he had just killed wasn't standing right in front of him. Aside from his first initial gaze, Sephiroth had not acknowledged her presence at all!
With arms folded across her chest, she said, "Cloud's doing?" feeling both anxious and relieved when he turned to acknowledge her.
This time he did not look away, and instead began to focus on her so intently that Aeris found it impossibly difficult to look him in the eye, and had to mentally force herself to keep it up. His once impassive face now changed slightly: his brows just barely furrowed in what looked to be confusion, as if he was just now realizing who she was. It just made Aeris all the more furious. She sighed exaggeratedly, waiting for him to say something, anything, even just a grunt, but he did nothing. Just stood and focused on her.
Aeris tapped her fingers nervously against her arms as she waited, until finally she had had enough, and threw her arms down to her sides, hands clenched into fists. "You did this," she quickly spat out.
He didn't move, didn't even blink. Just watched her as if she had said nothing.
"You did this," she said again, opening her arms and motioning to her surroundings to emphasize, "didn't you?"
His head tilted to the side, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly into a smirk.
Aeris scowled. He was amused. That bastard thought this was funny. His being entertained by this only further proved his guilt. He was responsible.
"How did you do it?" She asked, but he still didn't answer. With a huff, she said, "Why are you even here?"
"Me?"
The sudden sound of his voice startled Aeris. Its timbre deeper and more menacing than she remembered. When she hid behind Cloud and the others in the basement of Nibelheim, he was much easier to confront, and even kneeling on the altar, she didn't have to see him, but now that she was alone, and stood face to face with him at such a short distance, Aeris finally realized the danger she could be in if she somehow managed to set this man off (which was, presumably, a rather easy task). This was Sephiroth - the same man who razed the battlegrounds in Wutai, who massacred the people of Nibelheim, and mercilessly slaughtered ShinRa employees and herself without a second thought.
She tried to maintain her resolve, despite her now quaking arms, and focus on what he had said. The small inflection in his voice as he spoke that one syllable said plenty to her. In it seemed a hidden retort: What do you mean what am I doing here? What are you doing here?
"Yes," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. "Yes, you. Why are you still here?"
"I would imagine for the same reason as you," he said coolly, without hesitation, as if it should be obvious.
Aeris opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again. What the hell did that even MEAN!? She was here because...well, she didn't know, but she was some how transported here instead of dying. Whereas he should be off gallivanting and summoning Meteor, and doing whatever other evil things he wanted. He should not still be in the Enchanted Forest, unless, of course, she was right to assume that he fled here after Cloud's attack and passed out. Not that that bastard would ever own up to it.
"Was it because Cloud attacked you?" she offered, not even waiting for a response before saying sternly, "Why did you bring me here? You did this, I know you did -- and I want to know why."
Sephiroth's face darkened. His fragment of a smile disappeared, leaving a deep scowl, and his once nonchalant demeanor now seemed on the offensive. This sudden change frightened Aeris. So much for not setting him off. Even without his sword, and injured, normal Sephiroth was still quite imposing; an angry Sephiroth was downright terrifying.
He glared at her, and as Aeris prepared herself for the worst, Sephiroth suddently said, "Figure it out yourself," then pivoted and began to walk away.
Aeris watched as Sephiroth's figure slinked away, and as it did so, she panicked. "You can't just leave!" She blurted out, thinking that if he left, she would never receive an answer to her questions.
Sephiroth stopped and turned slowly. "Really?"
Aeris quickly rumaged her brain for a reason to stay. "I...I saved you!" she blurted out. "You owe me an explanation!"
Sephiroth made a noise very much like a grunt, the closest thing he would make to an actual chuckle. "That's ridiculous."
Aeris planted her hands on her hips. "I suppose you think those bandages just appeared out of nowhere, then? If it wasn't for me, you would have bled to death. You should be thanking me."
Sephiroth looked down at the makeshift bandages. He began to unravel the black cloth around his left forearm deliberately slow. Beneath the blood-soaked cloth, the skin was completely unmarred, as if there had never been any injury.
"Hmm," he hummed wistfully, before shrugging and actually rewrapping the bandage around his arm. A small grin tugged at his lips.
"But I..." Aeris said, and her voice faded. It just made no sense! Why, when she seemed so unable to get Sephiroth to stop bleeding, was he now fully healed! "Y-You were..." she tried again, but stopped as Sephiroth turned once again and started to walk away. "Wait," she breathed, but he walked on without faltering - he either didn't hear her, or didn't care, and as his figure became smaller in the distance, Aeris slumped to the ground. It was probably the latter.
"Delirium is a disease of the night."
- Billy Wilder
Author's Notes:
Random note: The directions Ifalna gives to Aeris about how to summon Holy are actually the directions given to Ichigo (from Bleach) about using the spirit ball thingy. Hee.
Take care everyone!
VB
