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Uhh... hi guys! I said it wouldn't take two weeks to do, right? So here it is in a week and six days! Haha! =D

Joking/excuses (whichever floats your boat) aside, my everlasting thanks to Yakolev, Arceus Arcanus and Japandreamer09 for taking the time to review and comment. Not too much actiony stuff happens in this chapter - I probably burned myself out in the previous one - so time to wind down from the madness of Magma for a short while. We'll get back to what's going on over there next chapter.

Lights, camera, ACTION!


Orbhunt – Chapter 6

Seagate Bay – Southernmost beach, bordering Greenlush Valley Reserve

Surrounded with the gentle rustling and crackling noises typical of the waves breaking over the shore, and the beautiful rays of sunset, a single Linoone stood atop a rock, embedded in the grass close to the sand line, still as a statue and with all the unreadable expressions of one. His sharp ears and mind were resolutely focused on one simple task – watch for incoming danger, mainly in the form of wild Mightyena and the occasional Zangoose, who might've seen fit to raid their nest for a meal. Not a single sound escaped his notice and subsequent filing away in a small meticulous part of his brain dedicated to snuffing out any predator that dared try and catch him unawares.

He had been doing this for nearly four hours now. Soon, another Linoone of the watch would come and relieve him, leaving him free to go out and forage for nuts and berries that the pack needed. Not to mention that he himself was feeling a little peckish as well...

His ear twitched. That urge could wait.

He remained silent for another ten or so seconds. Then his ear twitched again. This time, he swerved his head around to intensely study the treeline from where he'd heard the sound. There it was again! And it was getting closer...

He decided not to take his chances and bolted for the nearest bush, snagging a tree trunk to stop himself. The only thing that stopped him from racing all the way back to the nest was the fact that this sound certainly wasn't a Mightyena or any predator he'd seen. The footfalls were too heavy and slow.

Peeking out of the bush and getting a good view of the beach, he bore witness to the sight of a bipedal figure leaping out of the woods – a human, after taking a moment to consult his limited memory of the species – and landing on the gravel, panting. It was then that the Linoone noted it seemed to be carrying two other humans in its arms. Both were slumped in a limp position, which indicated they had died somehow. He hoped that the live human wouldn't dump the bodies here – it would attract all sorts of scavengers that might serve to make a nuisance of themselves with their proximity to the nest.

Luckily for him, the human had no such plans. Dropping one of the bodies on the ground, the human held the other by the feet and began to swing it in a circle. She sped up faster and faster until the patch of fur on the dead human's head was flying out in a mess from the centrifugal force and a piece of cloth fastened there came loose and landed a few metres away, before letting go with a large grunt. The human flew out a huge distance compared to what he'd known capable with usual human physical ability, splashing down in the sea a good distance away and sinking like a rock. The live human then did the same to the one still at its feet, before bounding away into the woods again, leaving the Linoone completely puzzled as to what the action was supposed to mean.


May wasn't quite sure when she so suddenly became self-aware again, after seeing nothing but inky blackness and hearing the unpleasant imaginary noises of a nightmare for who knew how long. But when she did, it occurred to her that she was likely, in fact, not dead. She could feel her arms and legs floating gently in what was definitely water. So she'd been thrown into the sea? What for?

A grim thought occurred to her. She'd been stabbed by that unknown woman, she remembered now – perhaps they were trying to drown her? She was honestly surprised she'd survived being stabbed in the gut alone. Was she sure she wasn't dead?

Feeling normally throughout her body, yes, intelligible thought, yes, a beating heart (Odd. She shouldn't normally have been able to hear that), yes, an incredible burning sensation in the lungs...

…burning? In the lungs?

As if just waiting impatiently for her to realise her predicament, the pain of not breathing tore her rudely out of the half-dream state she was in and jerked her into reality again. May just barely avoided a reflexive choke on the water she was in, flailing her arms and trying to gauge her direction. After quickly ascertaining her sense of up, she kicked madly at the surface above and was just beginning to see ominous black spots at the edge of her vision before she broke it. After attempting to breathe, she soon found that her lungs were full of water. Moaning, she reflexively threw up, expelling most of the liquid that was clogging her airways, and finally managed to gasp and draw in a huge breath of the sweet, sweet air that she had once taken for granted.

She managed to get her breathing under control and looked around. She was at a rather unassuming shoreline, with trees fringing the gravel and sand beach in front of her. Deciding to swim over and orient later rather than get eaten by Sharpedo, May did so.

She landed on the beach ten seconds later with a crack of stones being dislodged under her body, suddenly inexplicably tired. Twisting over to lean on her elbows, she blinked back out at the sea. She could just make out the faint outline of mountains in the distance. She was probably in that uncommonly-spoken-of bay southwest of Mauville, she deduced. Assuming she'd been out for less than a day, that was probably the most reasonable location to dispose of someone discreetly. She sighed and lay on her back, thinking. So, how had she got here? First she'd been stabbed...

Her body going slightly cold, she looked down at her torso. Afraid and yet curious at what she might see, she reached up and firmly pushed her breasts out of the way to get a glimpse at what she feared would be a huge gaping wound in her stomach.

To her utter surprise and astonishment, there wasn't any wound to speak of. There wasn't even a scar. A conspicuous hole in her shirt told her that something must have gone through it – but then where on earth was the wound? She felt around the (un)affected area with a hand. It was as if the skin had never so much as been touched! But there was no way you could dream of something as real as that...

She just stared dumbly at the hole, trying and failing to come up with a justification for it, before dropping her hands to her side, putting on a confused face and slowly deciding to forget the issue for the moment. She thought of her next course of action. She'd without a doubt have to go and find help – and maybe try and find Brendan too, if she was lucky. She didn't have a clue which direction to go, for that matter, but there had to be some trainer nearby who'd be willing to help her.

She was just starting to get up onto her knees when she heard a sudden voice call out, "Hazal!"

At this random event, she nearly broke out into an outright laugh. The voice was hilariously high-pitched – it didn't sound all that human. Grinning, she glanced about to see who'd called. True to her expectations, a Linoone fired out of the undergrowth to a skidding halt on the stones. It then turned to regard her with an unreadable expression on its face, which May returned in kind. Deciding to ignore the human for the time being, seemingly, it swivelled its head, and, with her in full view of its mouth, yelled, "Hazal! It is Kiral! I've come to take your station for the day!"

Her jaw didn't drop. Rather, she elected to continue watching and see if what she was hearing was correct and not just her brain going weird from oxygen loss. Another Linoone, at the call, jumped abruptly out of the bushes to land dashingly on another rock close by. He stood on his hind legs and greeted his friend. "Apologies, Kiral. I just heard some noises coming from the sea and thought it could be a Dewgong trying to sneak up upon me."

His partner waved a paw dismissively. "It's just a human. Nothing to worry about."

"Never thought they were ones for swimming, myself..." the Linoone mused as he took the time to look her up and down. He cocked his head. "Unusual."

"What is it?" Thinking it was something with her, the other one looked at her curiously. She looked back.

"I am positive that I saw this same human dead a while ago and being thrown into the great blue," the second said. His voice clearly betrayed puzzlement. "Yes, it is definitely the same one."

This time her jaw did drop. "I was dead?" May squeaked, before she could stop herself. So she had been dead or near-dead after all...

He blinked. "Excellent guess," he complimented, blatantly unaware that she really had just understood him. "A shame you can't do it with such accuracy all the time. It would make relations so much easier."

"No, I can understand what you're saying, I'm sure," she replied. "Don't worry, I'm about as weirded out as you are. In fact, probably more, since you've just met me."

He then scowled, a remarkably human-like expression. "Again, a good guess. Then I suppose you're one of those annoying tourists who think just by going 'cheepcheep' they can speak like us, though you're making a valiant attempt. In that case, please put away your annoying black boxes which make a very distracting flash of light-"

"I'm not a tourist," she said irritably. "I've just had an attempt on my life made and now I find I can talk to Pokemon. You'll understand I'm somewhat frazzled."

The two creatures glanced at each other before looking at her and the second spoke again. "You must have made some poor choice of actions in the face of a powerful human somewhere. I take it your friend did not make it, seeing as he has not surfaced yet?"

She blinked, but then her blood went ice cold. "F-friend? There was someone else?"

"Three, actually!" he boasted. "One of them tossed you and your mate into the sea, presumably to drown. Humans are such a barbaric species sometimes. What purpose is there in killing someone who you have no need to kill? It's so wasteful. I think even – eh?"

May had already flown back into the water, desperately hoping her childhood friend had not yet kicked the bucket.


Kiral gave a bemused look at Hazal. "Are all humans like this?" the younger sentry asked.

The elder sniffed. "It looks as if she's trying to save her friend, though I doubt any human could survive for so long underwater. I almost pity her."

Kiral stared back at the spot where she'd dived underneath the surface, cocking his head. "Humans are very strange beings, despite their intelligence," he remarked.


Please be alive!

These thoughts swirled around May as she fiercely pushed her way through the dim water, scanning the bed around her for Brendan's figure. She noted with a degree of creepy familiarity that either the water seemed a lot clearer, or her eyesight had greatly improved in the murky conditions, as despite the dissolved sediment she could see for several metres underwater.

Her eyes widened as she finally spotted Brendan hovering just above a clump of seaweeds, looking dangerously pale. What actually got her alarmed, however, was the presence of a lone pleased-looking Carvahna milling about above him. As she watched, the fish greedily opened its mouth and snapped his jaws shut tight over his arm.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" she screamed hysterically. Ad she been paying attention, she would have noticed that her voice sounded very clear for being spoken in water, only vaguely muffled. The Carvahna, in the midst of trying to chew, looked up and let go when it saw the furious human charging towards him like a torpedo. May's poorly aimed strike went wide by a huge margin, but that wasn't her last attempt, throwing her arm out to try and smack the fish as she passed.

That went wide too, of course, but something odd happened. The Carvahna recoiled and practically blasted away like a speedboat as her arm swung by, as if the water had been shoved so hard the force had carried over to him. Too preoccupied with saving her friend, May ignored the new development again, choosing instead to grab Brendan by the waist. Kicking off from the bed, she fired the duo towards the surface.

Only after breaking the surface for the second time in five minutes did May start to calm down, but she remained alert. She quickly paddled towards the shore, reached it in seven seconds and deposited him on the gravel beach. Knowing that that wasn't to be the end of it, she lay him with his back against the floor and put her index and middle fingers against his neck. To her immense relief a weak, slow pulse confirmed that his heart was still working, if barely. She didn't know exactly how long it took to drown, but she was surprised to see he'd lasted that long.

Kneeling over his prone body, May firmly clenched Brendan's nose shut with a hand and placed her mouth over his. Completely forgetting her awkward position, she started giving the necessary rescue breaths, attempting to force the air he desperately needed into his lungs.

She went on like this for about twenty seconds or so, giving him two breaths before stopping to breathe in herself. After giving one final helping of air, Brendan's body jerked abruptly. Lifting herself away, she watched him unconsciously curl his body and spasm before, at last, his chest heaved and he promptly threw up the remaining water trapped in his lungs onto the ground beside him. After clearing those two vital organs of the fluid blocking it, he hiccupped, before taking in and letting out several large breaths.

May paused and waited, watching his chest rise and fall, and only when she accepted that Brendan's breathing had returned to normal levels did she finally sigh in relief and satisfaction, taking note of how intensely tired she was in the process. Now all she had to do was see that he recovered fully.

"So what was that meant to be?" The younger of the duo of Linoonewho'd been waiting patiently on the nearest rock chose to pipe up at that moment, startling her.

She looked at him tiredly. "Resuscitation." He blinked, utterly bamboozled. "I was saving him from drowning," she clarified.

"Ah," he said, not sounding convinced.

She didn't bother to argue, deciding to go to sleep at that moment. She reached up to untie her bandanna… but it wasn't there. A little miffed despite her condition, she glanced over at the two. "Say, when you watched the other human toss me into the sea, did anything fall off my head?"

The elder Linoone cocked his head and looked about. "Yes, actually…" Gathering the memory he needed, he scampered off down the beach, coming back a few moments later with a red cloth in his jaws, which he dropped at her feet. "Was it this?"

She picked it up, studying it, affectionately clasping the material. "Yes, this is it. Thank you very much." The Linoone huffed and raced off to go speak with his friend again in hushed tones. Sagging down into a lying position, she took the last moment of wakefulness to gently roll on her side next to her friend, sharing their warmth. Snuggling close and turning over again to observe his face, she giggled once she saw the peaceful expression he was wearing.

He's just so super cute, she thought to herself, blushing, before dreamland finally took her in its caring embrace and plunged her into a welcome, deep sleep.


"No, he's alive, all right. See his belly? It's rising and falling, like he's breathing!"

"I still cannot comprehend how a human survived for more time underwater than an animal several times his size could."

Brendan's first instinct was to chuckle at the comically high pitch of the voice, before thinking better of it and going back into the enormous mountain-sized plate of salad he was tucking into. Seconds later he did anyway, his laughter reaching the horizon and causing the congregation of Pokemon and quirky creatures around him to laugh as well.

"Oh, he made a noise! And his face moved! He must be alive!"

"Why do humans make that silly exhalation, anyway? It sounds like he's having a blockage in his throat."

Brendan frowned, ceasing his laughter. These voices were mocking him! And they wouldn't go away, either.

"… well, poke him then, you nuthead. See if he's awake."

"What? Why do I have to poke him?"

"Because if you do not, I will tell the harvest supervisor how exactly our precise count of eighty-five Oran berries suddenly dropped to eighty-three in one night."

"I keep telling you, Joval did it…"

"Just poke him already! What do they teach you hatchlings these seasons?"

"Alright, alright…"

Brendan swivelled round in his office chair to try and catch the person who was intending to poke him. To his surprise, none of the audience was making a move to do so, just staring at him expectantly. His frown deepened, and then he suddenly became aware of a sharp invisible object poking him in the ribs.

Brendan opened his eyes.

Blinking fiercely in the bright light of the morning to remove the blurs associated with waking up, he frownedas the large blur filling his view came into detail.

"Ah, see? I told you that would work!"

Standing on his body was the inquisitive furry face of a Linoone, staring curiously at him. He tried to move an arm to tell it to shoo, but suddenly found that his body was, for some reason, horribly weak, and he failed to even lift the appendage off the rocks. He managed to turn his head at least, to see the expanse of a sea stretching off to his left. That explained the weird washing noise that he'd heard in his dream…

I feel like shit, he thought to himself, testing out his legs and feet as he did so. They proved as unresponsive as his arms had, to his disappointment.

"According to your friend, you nearly drowned," the Linoone said airily, which caused Brendan to do a comical double-take in disbelief. It noticed his confusion. "Well, whaddaya know."

"Looks like he can understand us too," another voice said. Turning his head over to the other side, he first saw a slightly older Linoone regarding the two, and then a sleeping May, lying next to him, her eyes shut.

"That was the friend who rescued you," the second Pokemon explained, reading his mind. "I believe you owe her your life, now. What a lovely prospect that must be."

Refusing to remain clueless any longer, he croaked, "You can talk?"

"Wrongo!" the first Linoone crowed, holding a claw up. "You can understand us."

"Auuuaaaaggh," he moaned. His whole world was falling apart around him. "Tell you what, let's put that aside for a moment. Do you know what happened to me while I was sleeping?"

The second perked up, and scurried over to his position, loftily shoving his partner over to one side as he stood on his chest. "I do," he said, in a far more serious tone. "I was doing my duty aswatchmon out at the beachfront here, when I heard something coming. It turned out to be a human, carrying both you and your friend here in its arms. It then threw you in the sea to die. Were it not for the fact that she woke up after a while and pulled you free of the water, and applied something called 'resuscitation' to clear your lungs, you would probably be nothing more than a corpse amongst the seaweed, ripe for the Carvahna to devour."

The bluntness of the tale astonished Brendan. So Magma had likely tried to rid themselves of the evidence of the murder after they'd stabbed him. He glanced guiltily over at May, who had risked her wellbeing to go back and rescue him. A funny thought crossed his mind when he realised what resuscitation meant she had to have done to him, and chuckled weakly. Excellent blackmail material right there, he amended.

Letting his head fall back, he considered his predicament. There was little he could do now with his body so crippled as it was. "So, what now?" he asked the Linoone resignedly.

The one of his chest shrugged. "Presumably deal with that hole in your ribs. I wouldn't want to have that around if it gets infected. You'd possibly die."

I'm still wounded? I ain't wasting all of May's efforts just to be taken down by a bunch of pint-sized microscopic organisms, he thought determinedly. Trying and failing to lift his head enough to glimpse the injury, he instead asked the Pokémon again, "Can you do or get me anything that could heal it?"

The two exchanged looks of helplessness, which made him sag. "No, sorry," the younger one said mareepishly. "We could get you an Oran berry if you want to try and heal it, but that's it."

Brendan sighed. "Most berries don't work like that on humans, you realise."

"Take it or leave it," he replied.

"Yes," he said tiredly. "Worth a shot, I suppose."

The young one nodded. "I'll be right back," he promised, before bracing his hind legs and blasting away with immense speed that only a Linoone could muster. The little ferret's footsteps could be heard crushing grass and stones as he went away.

The other Pokémon on his chest grunted and curled up into a little ball to wait, and shut his eyes. "Consider yourself lucky, human – were this not morning when not everyone is awake, he wouldn't be able to grab an Oran berry so easily. They grow fast, but the newborns love to practically inhale them as soon as they can. So they disappear fast, too."

"I thought you had a store of them," he mumbled.

"We do," he said amusedly. "It's for the cold seasons, however, where berries don't grow nearly as well. So we're not allowed to draw from it except in dire circumstances. I caught Kiral trying to smuggle some anyway a few seasons ago – he's been my unwilling servant ever since." He let out a short bark, presumably the equivalent of laughter.

"Ah," he said quietly. "I never caught your name, by the way."

"Hazal," he introduced. "You wouldn't understand where it originated from, so I won't bother trying to explain. And yours?"

"Brendan," said Brendan. "And my friend there is May."

"You chose a good person for a mate, human," he commented.

The innocent statement caught him off-guard. "I - what?" he spluttered.

He opened a lazy eye at him. "You are a monogamous species, correct? So she would be your only partner."

"She is not my girlfriend," he said, with a measured degree of embarrassment.

He rolled that eye and shut it. "You pass up an excellent opportunity, you know."

"It's not that I don't like her," he corrected himself, the absurdity of admitting these things to a total stranger of a Pokémon passing him by completely. "We humans are just more selective in our, uh, choosing."

"Ah, fascinating," Hazal said, interested. "What drives that urge?"

He tried to shrug and was reminded by his body's lack of response that he could not. "I dunno. Just conditioned responses, maybe?"

"What?"

"Never mind."

The two sat in amiable silence for the next five minutes. Brendan became aware over that period of time that his chest was slowly starting to ache, and a tight pain started to surface. He hoped that it wouldn't turn into full-fledged agony as more feeling returned, or else he'd probably not be getting back up any time soon.

A huge sudden yawn from May drew both of their attentions to her. Stifling another yawn, the sixteen-year old drew herself up from sleep and stretched her arms and back, loosening them up (and also giving Brendan a shameless look at her hips), before she turned around and spotted him staring back at her, the boy smiling ruefully.

"So, you're awake," she said, returning a smile that looked rather forced.

He nodded. "I suppose that's thanks to you?"

Her smile now became far more genuine. "Y-yes."

"Thank you, May," he said sincerely.

She giggled madly. "Aww, you don't have to." She then spotted Hazal lying on top of Brendan and raised her eyebrows. "You again? I thought you left last night."

"It's Hazal," he corrected. "And it was only me who left. Kiral was on watch duty for the rest of the night, and I just decided to come and check up on you when morning came."

"Aww!" Squealing like a fangirl, she snatched him up and hugged him (though not so hard as to suffocate him). "Thank you too!"

"You're welcome?" he grunted, assuming the awkward position he was holding her in was a show of gratitude. "You can put me down, now. I might lose the blackmail I've got on Kiral if he sees me like this."

"Oh, sorry!" She plopped him down on the ground again and looked around. "So, where is Kiral, anyway?"

"He's gone to get your friend an Oran berry," he said, extending a tongue to smooth down his ruffled fur. "For that injury in his chest," he added.

Her face fell as she leaned over and stared fearfully at the hole in his ribs. Brendan cursed his weakness – he wanted to see the thing himself already...

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

Surprised by the question, he frowned. "It's starting to hurt a bit, but I can't move anyway. My body just feels like crap, if you see what I mean."

"Well, you nearly drowned…" She caught herself. "Yeah. Nothing I know can heal something like that." She looked down, then bit her lip, worried. "And my Pokémon are all gone too. Magma must have stolen them, the stupid, evil bunch of-" She couldn't finish, at a loss for words, and resigned to just staring at the spot on her belt where her Pokémon used to reside.

Brendan sympathised with her and came to the conclusion that his own Pokémon had almost certainly been confiscated too. He felt a pang of fear when he wondered what the fanatical team intended to do with his friends. Convert them? He hurriedly stopped himself from going any further and focused on his surroundings resolutely. He needed a clear head to get through this. He was still wounded, for Arceus' sake!

Hearing some unusual, fast thumping, he concentrated. "Hey, do you hear that?" he asked.

May looked up, eyes faintly red from crying, while Hazal raised his head and shifted his ears about, trying to hear it as well.

The girl frowned and looked back at the forest. "Yeah, it's probably Kiral coming back."

"I can't hear anything," Hazal confessed.

The subject came to a halt as the aforementioned young Linoone bounded out of the bushes again and landed to a skidding halt on the gravel. In his maw he was clutching a large, juicy and perfectly ripe blue berry. Brendan's mouth started to water at the sight. He hadn't realised how hungry he was, yet…

The new arrival trotted obediently over to May and dropped the berry into her outstretched hand. "One fresh Oran berry, at your service," he announced. He licked his lips. "And be grateful. A berry that size is rarer than seeing the Temple of the Sea itself. I was tempted to eat that thing, but thought better of it."

She petted him, an affectionate gesture. "Thank you, Kiral." Looking over, she teasingly held the berry over Brendan's face. "Say 'Ahhh', please!"

Oh, brother… Deciding he'd retort later, he opened his mouth (taking care to drop the 'Ah' sound) and let her drop the berry inside. Chewing, he greatly welcomed its sweet, crunchy texture before swallowing the pulp with a satisfied sigh. Against his expectations, the dull ache in his body seemed to recede, and soon after he actually felt quite refreshed.

"Any better?" she asked.

"... a little," he admitted. He tried moving an arm. To his delight, he was now able to raise it up above his body and hold it there. His legs still didn't seem quite up to par, and he couldn't shift his body using just his hands, but it was progress.

Peering down at his chest wound again, she frowned. "Huh, that's weird." At his expectant look, she continued, "It looks like it's healing already."

Now it was his turn to frown. "That's fast. Maybe that was a different Oran berry?"

"I don't have a clue." She sighed and sat down next to the water, watching the tide. "I've been seeing a lot of weird stuff the past two days."

Hazal glanced at Kiral. "I suppose you'd better get yourself some sleep, young one. You can tell Mizal that I'll take over the watch period for these next few hours."

He nodded, eager at the chance to take a break, and gently patted Brendan on the head in a semi-mocking manner. "Alright then, you just try not to annoy the big, scary humans and get yourself nearly killed again, okay?" he said jokingly.

"I'll try." At the reply, Kiral yupped and bounced off at a ridiculous speed into the forest again. Brendan and Hazal both chuckled at his antics. "You don't have to go this far for us, you know," he continued, thinking a little guiltily what human influence had wrecked on this part of the forest.

"Not at all." Hazal cocked his head at him. "I have this unusual instinct, that urges me to take care of you. I know not where it comes from, but humans in the past have never induced it in me."

"You think we're not normal?"

A shrug. "It may just be a product of old age and my mind plays tricks on me, but no, I do not."

Brendan let his head fall back onto the gravel and shut his eyes. "I don't feel normal either. Haven't got much of an idea how I survived a knife wound otherwise…"

"Bren… Brendan?" May's voice called out all of a sudden. She sounded timid.

He didn't bother glancing at her. "Yes?"

An eerie silence. "Can normal humans do this either?"

Something about her tone of voice set some alarm bells ringing. Melodramatically retracting his eyelids and casting his gaze over to her, where she was crouching a short ways into the water, his view soon redirected itself to her hand, which was being held over the steadier swash.

That liquid was supernaturally forming a twisting, whirling column of water around her forearm.


That doesn't count as a cliffhanger does it? If it does I might have to go and hide behind Chuck Norris again (Bee-tee-dubble-U, Yakolev, I am a pawn of his, yes. But so is everyone else, as it is the price we pay for being allowed to live! =D).

And there you go! One fresh, quite long chapter (IT'S OVER... FIVE thousand words (got ya!)) done and dusted, and I wonder if I can get away with making another statement about when I can update again. Probably not. Oh well! See you next time!

Signing off,
grammaguy