A nice quick update to make up for my previous delays. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far! :D

This chapter advances the story arc, but also finally addresses the animosity between the Doctor and Aliya, and sees it finally resolved. A warning for all Daliya shippers, a heavy feels attack is ahead, but hopefully a pleasant one.

Enjoy!


It didn't take long for Reyna to clear her schedule for the day and grab her coat before joining the Doctor and Aliya outside on the Cardiff street, where rain had started to pelt down heavily.

"What was that you grabbed on the way out, Reyna?" Aliya asked the other woman suddenly, glancing at the folder tucked under the brunette's arm.

"As I said, I've been secretly investigating this for a while. I've made profiles of the missing people, because I talked to their families a while ago. It's all handwritten, though I've found photographs in some cases," Reyna explained, opening the folder and showing them the contents.

"Is there a pattern?" The Doctor inquired. He peered over her shoulder, hand reaching out to touch a photograph clipped from a newspaper, one depicting a grinning teenage girl, with long strawberry hair down to her waist.

Reyna bit her lip. "It depends on what you would call a pattern. There are certain groups more common than others. Mostly long haired white females, on the younger side, but also black people of any gender, though still more females there too. Only one white male taken." She flicked through the pages until she stopped on a black and white photograph of a smiling preteen with abundant curls of hair. "You can't tell, but he apparently had very very red hair."

"He's a child," Aliya whispered, looking to be fighting the urge to be sick, no doubt considering that she almost definitely knew his fate.

"There must be a connection," the Doctor said, pacing up and down several metres of the covered sidewalk. "Hair and skin colour. What's the connection?"

"They are both superficial, not really pertaining to what's inside," Aliya replied, and he thought it over in his head. It was a valid point, but he couldn't see how it was helpful in any way.

"Yes, but…" He trailed off, brain still reeling with other possibilities. He looked back to Reyna, who was standing very still and looking quite unsure about what to be doing. "Are there any current suspects in the investigation? Do you know what the police have?"

"They've got nothing," Reyna replied with a small sigh, and she adjusted her glasses. "We're flying blind."

"No, there's got to be something," The Doctor insisted. "If they have absolutely no suspects, then that only makes it more likely that the person behind this isn't your average criminal or psychopath, which we already had reason to suspect."

"Why?"

"You know that our people can time travel," Aliya reminded Reyna, "We came here in the first place because our friends in the second decade of next century found around thirty bodies that dated back to this time. And around the same number of people had just gone missing there too, and one had turned up dead. They were all pale, like the life and colour had been completely drained from them."

"The colour…" Her friend murmured under his breath, "The colour...the colour!"

Both women stared at him with wide eyes. "What?"

"Dark skin, long hair...what's the common factor? Colour!"

"Melanin!" Aliya shouted excitedly, earning a few odd looks from passersby. "That's it, isn't it? Whoever is doing all this, they want the melanin in humans. The pigment!"

"It's our best theory right now," the Doctor agreed, rubbing his hands together, "Alright, Reyna, we're going to start walking and you're going to think very hard about when all of this started, and if you've noticed anyone strange around who arrived around the same time. If they can time travel, in theory there should be something to them that might have caught your eye."

"This is a city, how can I expected to recall one person from the crowd?" Reyna asked frantically as they started off down the street.

"Anyone," The man in the bowtie said firmly, "Anyone who seemed to turn up at that time. Anyone mildly attention worthy, anyone who seemed strange or dangerous."

"But there isn't any-" The Whifferdill suddenly fell silent, gaining sharp looks from her two companions.

"What?" They asked in unison. Flustered, she continued to walk, shaking her head.

"Just some woman. My friends have been complaining that some woman has been waltzing into their favourite places and stealing all the attention. It was the diverted men that got on their nerves, but apparently she's been seen leaving with women as well. Apparently sometimes one of each on her arm." Reyna went slightly pink. "But I don't see how some sexually active woman could be relevant to all this."

"But she arrived around the same time?"

"Yes, I...I suppose so."

"What kind of description did they give?"

Reyna frowned, seeming almost upset. "Tall. Curvy. Long brown hair. Edgy, they said. Like she shouldn't be messed with. But that all she had to do was get close to someone and they'd almost be putty in her hands. One of my friends did get close...said that she had the most incredible perfume."

"Hang on…" Aliya said suddenly, hands going to her head as if to keep it focussed. "Time travel. Men and women, edgy and dangerous. You said perfume but what if it wasn't? What if it was natural?"

"Pheromones?" The Doctor asked, blinking.

"Put it all together," The blonde said, starting to brim with energy, her eyes lighting up, "What do you get? A bloody good guess. Time Agent. Not perfume, but 51st century pheromones. Think about it! Jack and John said that the Time Agency has shut down. If the two of them went rogue, why wouldn't the others who used to be in it? They'd have the inclination and the means. The description matches well enough."

"This is all guesswork! You have nothing solid!" Reyna reminded them abruptly. "We've also had a new show in the theatre, several new shops opened and some man buy up an old warehouse for refurbishment."

The Doctor and Aliya exchanged slightly guilty looks for jumping to conclusions. She was right, after all, they had nothing solid at all.

"An old warehouse would be a good place to hold kidnapped people," Aliya said quietly. Reyna stared for a moment before sighing.

"It at least makes more sense than some promiscuous woman with nice perfume who happened to be a little intimidating," She said, shaking her head, "I imagine you'll want to go to the warehouse?"

The Doctor shrugged and smiled somewhat embarrassedly. "It's as good a place to look as anywhere." Reyna just nodded and indicated for them to follow her as she led them around a few corners before setting down the long street ahead of them at a fast pace, her high heels clicking on the pavement. They hurried to catch up. "So, what's this new owner like?"

"He's made a bunch of money out of renovating old buildings into luxury suites in London, I think," Reyna explained, "That's how I know about it, it's been on the news. They say that he's going to bring a new level of class to Cardiff."

"What's he like?" Aliya asked curiously.

"I've only seen him once on the television, but he seemed very normal. Nice, chubby, nothing out of the ordinary."

"And that might just be all he is," The Doctor said reasonably, "But we're flying blind, and as you said, Aliya, a warehouse has just a little too much potential, considering that a couple of dozen bodies is rather a lot to be keeping hidden."

"I think...I think I can feel something," Reyna said, freezing momentarily before walking faster, "Similar to something I've been picking up sporadically over the last couple of weeks."

"Which is what?"

"Terror. And pain. The feelings are strong but whoever they are coming from is very weak, and only one. If they had all been taken at once, I might have been able to trace them earlier, but that wasn't the case."

They walked for a few more minutes in silence, before the warehouse came into view. It was shabby looking but less run down than the Doctor had expected, with sturdy but faded red brick and wooden doors with peeling paint. He surveyed it, trying to work out the potential layout of the building by the outside.

"So what's the plan?" Aliya asked quietly. "Psychic paper won't be any good, if they're hiding kidnapped or dead people, they're not going to be letting anyone in."

"The plan is to be very quiet and very careful, and to sneak in through a side entrance or window. Place like this, front and back are too simple," He replied. "Reyna, be careful with your shoes. They're loud."

"So are the emotions of the guards that I can sense," She said coolly, lifting an eyebrow at him. "Don't you worry about me." Her eyes flickered shut for a moment before snapping open again. "This way." She veered them to the left of the warehouse, where the three of them crept along, ducking beneath the ledges of grimy windows.

"This window is big enough to be a good way in," The Doctor whispered, eyeing the one above their heads which was ajar, enough which meant it could be pulled open if necessary. "Is the coast clear, Reyna?"

"As clear as it ever will be," Reyna said, "I'll go first. Give me a leg up, Doctor." They pried open the window and he helped her get up onto the ledge to climb inside. Aliya moved to go next, but when he tried to offer her a leg up as well, she pushed him away and stubbornly denied that she required his help. With a flash in her eyes that reminded him that he was supposed to be as angry with her as she clearly still was with him, she awkwardly hauled herself up onto the ledge and nearly stumbled on her way through it, but managed to eventually get through on her own. He just sighed and pulled himself through with more grace, though did botch the landing and create a scuffling on the floor with his shoes.

"Shh," Aliya murmured, narrowing her eyes at him. The room they were in was small and square, but full of large containers, all closed and marked with different colours. Aliya made her way over to one, and lifted up the corner to peer inside. Her nose wrinkled and her face turned a shade paler. "Dye," She told them, "I suppose we know what they did with the pigment from the melanin."

"They must be planning to sell it on a galactic level...this appears to be the place," The Doctor said. He looked to Reyna, who was hugging her middle. "Reyna, you've been amazing but being here is incredibly dangerous. If you want to leave, this is your last chance." The small woman shook her head determinedly. "Alright. Is there anyone outside? Are we safe to go out the door?" Reyna nodded, and the three of them slipped out. The sound of chains could be faintly heard in the distance, as well as strange noises that sounded as though they belonged to technology they couldn't see. With Reyna again leading the way, they began to make their way through the wrecked hallway. At the sound of voices, they immediately came to a stop just before rounding a corner.

"The drain is almost complete," A rasping and rather inhuman voice said.

"It'd bloody better be," said another voice, low and female, smooth and dangerous like poisonous honey. "We've taken as many as we can. Someone is going to make a connection somehow, and we'll be found out. The manipulator is ready, we can relocate!"

"By the end of the day, we will be ready," The first voice replied, sounding mildly scared, "Of that I am sure." The Doctor pushed in front of Reyna to poke his head around the corner, and the sight in front of him had his eyes widening and his mouth dropping open a fraction. The voices had clear owners. The rasping voice belonged to a Slitheen lingering near a computer that was clearly out of its time in its sophistication. The second voice was that of a woman with long dark chocolate hair that fell dead straight down her back. She was dressed in clinging leather and her dagger sharp eyes were narrowed as they regarded the Slitheen.

The Doctor immediately indicated for his two female companions to back up, and the three of them quickly backtracked until they were far enough away that talking in whispers seemed safe. "Slitheen. You said that the owner of this place was chubby, and Slitheen can only hide in the skin of larger humans, it all adds up," He said to Reyna, who blinked.

"Oh. I don't think I know of Slitheen. You say they hide inside human skin?" She looked green enough to be close to emptying her stomach. "Are they dangerous?"

"Yes. They're large and like to hunt, because they can smell…" He suddenly gulped. "They can smell extremely well. We may or may not be incredibly toast right now. We're not human, any of us, so that might confuse him for a bit, but we're still not a smell he would expect. We need vinegar."

"We don't have vinegar!" Aliya told him, rather crossly. "And as, if I am remembering it correctly from school, vinegar kills Raxacoricofallapatorians, I highly doubt he is keeping it around."

"You never know."

She frowned. "There was another voice."

The Doctor nodded quickly. "Dangerous and attractive, just like Reyna said. I think we were right with the Time Agent idea."

"You mean I was right," Aliya corrected, "Though I didn't predict that she would be working with a Slitheen. It's odd to say the least."

"They specialise in making a profit without caring about who gets hurt, which fits here. The Time Agent's agenda is more difficult to guess, but we know that she has the ability to time travel, and for now let's just assume she's in it for the money and teamed up with the Slitheen for practicality. After all, they are rather good at infiltration."

Suddenly, a sob escaped Reyna's lips. The woman was trembling.

"Reyna?" Aliya asked worriedly, rushing to put an arm around the woman's shoulders. "What is it?"

"I can feel the humans. They're in so much pain. They're so afraid, even an inch from death and just...fading from life," Reyna murmured, leaning away from the offered comfort and instead marching down the corridor, in the opposite direction from where the Slitheen and the Time Agent were.

As the two Time Lords followed her, they came to a stop outside a doorway she was staring into. When they looked inside, they found the same sickening stillness come over them as their eyes took in the sight. A large room lay before them, with human bodies submerged in liquid inside basins that were pumping out what could only be the pigment from their bodies.

Next to him, the Doctor heard Aliya trying to refrain from gagging, only to fail and throw up to the right of where they were standing. He went to her side and held her hair back with one hand with the other fished in his pocket for a tissue, which he then offered her once she had straightened up. She took it gingerly and wiped around her mouth, looking disgusted. Whether it was at herself or still at what they had just witnessed, he couldn't be sure. He could see her shoulders shaking, but couldn't quite bring himself to reach out and comfort her. It wasn't likely she would allow him to anyway.

"I've seen enough," She said quietly, throwing the tissue to the ground.

"As have I."

The voice that belonged to none of them made them all jump and turn around to see the Slitheen lingering in the shadows, the Time Agent next to him. She was the one who had spoken.

"I don't know what you are or what the hell you think you're doing here, but honestly I don't give a fuck. Blay, I'll search them for weapons and then you lock them up. This close to our departure, we don't need to deal with them, we can just leave them here to rot," She said to her partner, before looking at the three intruders, "Normally I would kill you, but I have enough bodies to dispose of as it is." She held up her blaster. "That being said, if you try to run, I will shoot. So if you want to be left in one piece, walk in front of us and don't try anything stupid."

The Doctor, Aliya and Reyna all stood still while the Time Agent woman dug through their pockets with a little too much enjoyment. Only the sonic was deemed worthy of being confiscated, and she tucked it into the waistband of her leather trousers, much to the Doctor's squawking protests. They were then guided by Blay and the unnamed Time Agent to a cell, which they entered and were then locked in.

"You're a Time Agent, aren't you?" Aliya asked suddenly, and the woman's head snapped to her. "We're friends with two. You probably know them, but considering you people and your knack for name jumping, I doubt we would get anywhere. What name are you wearing right now? You're not going by Captain something, are you?"

"I am Tamara," came the growled answer, "And your chatter can't save you. I've killed two of my previous associates, so if you think that you can get out of here by establishing a mutual friend, you're wrong."

Aliya smiled pleasantly at her. "No, just making conversation." She sat down against the wall, as the Doctor and Reyna had already taken the bench which was the only seat in the room. "Please resume the disgusting mass murder, I'd never want to cause you a delay."

Tamara glared before turning on her boot heel and walking out of sight. Blay the Slitheen stared at the prisoners for several moments before following her. Aliya's eyes followed them, bearing murderous daggers into their backs. The Doctor got up from the bench and went to sit by her, able to see how much the entire situation was bothering her. But the second she realised his intention, she also got to her feet and in opposition to him, stared him down.

"Don't," She said simply, moving to stand by the bars of the cell. Her hand absently trailed across them.

The Doctor was so inexplicitly torn between yelling at her for being indifferent, yelling at her because he was still angry about their earlier argument, and quietly leaning against the far wall and sulking. The last option just barely won out.

Meanwhile, Reyna was looking between them with disbelief. "What in the whole of reality could have possibly happened to make the two of you like this?" When she got no reply, she lifted an eyebrow. "Well, we could very well be stuck here for a long time. I am giving you both a counselling session. A compulsory one." Both Gallifreyans started to protest, but she crossed her arms, then her legs, and narrowed her doe eyes at them. Like the sulking children they in many ways were, the Doctor and Aliya fell silent. "Being around your emotional turmoil is more than I am physically able to bear any longer. And given your supposed longevity, goodness knows how many decades of misery I might be able to save you from. Now, I want you to tell me your exact relationship. And I will know if you are lying."

"Friends," The Doctor said, at the same time that Aliya said, "Best friends."

"Were you ever anything more or less? From your levels of animosity, I simply can't tell," Reyna said, "Enemies? Rivals? Lovers?"

"The latter," Aliya whispered, looking anywhere that wasn't near the Doctor, "Once."

"More than once," He muttered.

"But in the past, is what I meant," She retorted irritably.

Reyna glared. "Don't start squabbling. Define more than once. An off and on relationship?"

"Do we have to talk about this?" Aliya asked abruptly, her hands clenching into fists. "We were together in our youth, he fucked it up, we screwed a few times across the centuries, tried and failed once to fix it, and then the Time War happened and he thought I was dead and got on with his life. Then he found me again, was already practically married, and so now we're friends. That's all you could possibly need to know."

"It is," Reyna said with a nod, surprising the other woman, "That is enough to understand. So, you have a wife, then, Doctor?"

"No. She died," He said quietly, "And we're not discussing her. This is about mine and Aliya's friendship, not about any past relationship we might have had and certainly not about my wife."

"Exactly," Aliya agreed, voice very soft and eyes grief-filled.

"I can feel anger, and accusation," Reyna observed, "Surely you must know its source?"

"We fought. Not long before we came to your office." The Doctor kept his eyes on the floor, not particularly feeling like looking at Reyna but certainly not wanting to look at Aliya either.

"But the anger goes much deeper than that. It's practically ingrained. So fighting is common for you?" Both Time Lords just nodded. Reyna's head snapped to Aliya, who was clutching one of the cell bars. "And it ends with you being hurt. Both of you. What was this fight today about?"

"It was about something that happened in our youth," The Doctor admitted, "It affected the entire outcome of our lives. You heard her earlier, saying I mucked it up, but it was her. She ruined it and then went on to blame me for centuries. Still does."

"As if you don't blame me and carry it still as well," Aliya said harshly, glaring at him.

"So you each blame the other for something that happened centuries ago but affected how your lives turned out," Reyna summarised. "From what I can tell, this blame has been allowed to fester for so long that it's poisoned your friendship. As long as you both hold onto it, the two of you will never be able to coexist peacefully. I can feel that you have an incredibly strong bond. But if you continue like this, you'll never be able to make the most of it. And the strength of it will only make this all the more painful."

"If you're suggesting that we just apologise and hug it out, I'm sorry to tell you that firstly, it's not going to happen, and secondly it wouldn't work anyway. It's not that simple." Aliya stared at the floor as she spoke.

"What was it that happened?"

"I was engaged. A political arranged marriage. The Doctor said that he had a plan for how I could get out of it, for how we could be together without anyone stopping us. He wouldn't tell me what it was, said that it was so brilliant he wanted it to be a surprise. I was young and foolish. I trusted him completely," She said bitterly.

The Doctor lifted his head and for the first time since the supposed counselling session had began, looked her right in the eye. "My plan was perfect," He continued on, talking to Reyna but holding Aliya's gaze, "To steal a ship and run away together from a society we couldn't stand. But when the day before we would need to leave came, the day when I surprised her with the news...she said no. I offered her the entire universe and she said that she was too scared to leave."

Steel was in Aliya's eyes when she countered his words, with a voice so close to being a whisper. "He was so caught up in his own dream of travelling the universe that he never bothered to ask if it was mine."

He snapped. He scrambled to his feet so that their eyes were level across the room. "She feared change more than she cared about me!"

"I was a child!" Aliya yelled. "I was never going to leave behind everything I knew!"

"It was the same for me!" Finally, he was addressing her instead of Reyna. "But I was going to! Because you gave me strength, the strength to be brave and step into the unknown."

"The strength to assume you knew what I wanted better than I did, you mean," She said. Her eyes did nothing but accuse.

"I loved you!" The Doctor shouted suddenly. There was a long silence, and Aliya looked at him with tears in the corners of her eyes.

"And that's what made it so much worse," She said simply, eyes shifting to the wall to her left.

In the very pregnant pause that followed, Reyna adjusted herself on the bench, looking at both of them. "I understand now, I believe. You, Aliya, wouldn't run away with him because you were afraid, and you, Doctor, assumed that she would want the same thing as you."

"I'd made it clear every time he mentioned going off planet that I thought the idea was ridiculous and worrying," Aliya added quietly. "He chose to blatantly ignore it."

"I thought it would be different. If it was an escape. Together."

Reyna nodded, clearly deep in thought. "What was the result of this miscommunication? You had to go through with the political marriage and therefore the two of you were torn apart?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"But what else came of it?"

The Doctor frowned. "I married as well. My children and I...we never connected very well, but my granddaughter was a lot like me. The two of us ran away together."

"So you had children, and lived your dream with someone you loved."

"Well...yes, I suppose."

"And what else happened to you as a result?"

"We came to Earth, I kidnapped two of her teachers by accident. She left me when she fell in love, and I started picking up more humans, mostly by accident. They travelled with me. They just kept coming. I would lose one friend, and another one would turn up, just as wonderful and unique as the last one."

"They're all amazing," Aliya said.

"And a direct result of this event that both of you recall with such anger," Reyna pointed out, "What about you, Aliya? What happened to you?"

"I was married, and had a child. He was the best thing that ever happened to me. But he died when he was seven, as did my husband."

"And what happened then?"

"I left Gallifrey in a new regeneration. I took in a child, raised her as my own. We had to part ways eventually when I returned to Gallifrey. I spent a lot of time with my cousin when she returned and became President."

"But if you two had in any way avoided those marriages you ended up in, your entire lives would have been different. None of those things would have occurred, those people wouldn't have been in your lives, if they had still existed at all," Reyna told them. That made both the Doctor and Aliya frown, almost simultaneously, because they had never considered that. "Of course, at the time what you had both wished would have been preferable, but are you really telling me, Doctor, that Aliya is worth more than all of those friends of yours? Than your granddaughter and children? And Aliya, is the Doctor worth more than your two children, and your cousin?"

"No!" Both of them said with complete certainty, only to look at each other almost curiously afterwards. Reyna smiled.

"Exactly. Can you then see how ridiculous it is that you are holding a grudge about something that should never have occurred in the first place, in retrospect?" She asked them.

"But," Aliya started, only to fall short of words. "It's not that...simple. He betrayed my trust."

"And she turned her back on me for the sake of comfort."

"But from where you are now, as the best friends you claim to be, can you see why all of it was necessary?" Reyna looked at them both seriously. "You can't dwell on the past. You were both incredibly young, and have grown from the mistakes you made. Aliya, do you trust him?"

The blonde woman opened her mouth, only to shut it again. Her eyes drifted to the Doctor, who was standing several metres away, unable to look away from her. Finally, she said, "With my life and almost anything else I could possibly value."

"Doctor, has she turned her back on you? Since you found her again?"

He pursed his lips inward and felt emotion sting at his eyes. "Only when I turned mine on her first."

"And you wouldn't trade what your pasts for one where the plan had somehow been successful, because they brought you here."

"No."

"Never."

"Then stop being angry, and stop holding onto something that can never be changed. It brought you every hope and joy and loss and those things made you both who you are today," Reyna said, starting to smile, "And if I'm not mistake, that is two best friends who have simply forgotten what is most important."

The Doctor and Aliya met each other's eyes, both of them with tears rolling down their cheeks. The words that were in fact the answer, each other, hung in the air, more poignant unsaid than they could ever be aloud. For a second they just stood still, staring and letting the sincerity flow through their shared gaze. Then Aliya catapulted herself at him, half sobbing as she wound her arms around his neck and he lifted her off the ground with the force of his fierce hug.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," She said, over and over again as she cried into his tweed covered shoulder, "I'd never give up this. Not for anything."

"Neither would I," He assured her, stroking her hair and holding to him with every bit of strength he had. "Losing you would be like losing part of myself. An arm, maybe. Or my nose."

"Your nose?" She asked, pulling back from him slightly to stare at him incredulously before bursting into laughter. "Lord, you never get any less daft. Mind you, with a nose like yours, I'm not sure if that's an insult or a greater expression of sentiment than I first realised." She looked down as her hand came to intertwine with his. "But maybe a hand? Because I'll always be around to give you one, no matter what."

"For holding, or helping?" He was curious as his eyes also shifted down to where their hands had met.

She sniffed, and smiled. "Both. Obviously."

"Oh thank god," Reyna said, with a large sigh of relief, leaning back against the wall. "That was the most exhausting thing I've ever done."

"How are our emotions going now, Reyna?" Aliya asked her, looking up at her finally.

"Stable enough. You're both happy and relieved and so full of sentiment that it would make a less romantic empath want to gag." Reyna just grinned, seeming very amused.

"Thank you," The Doctor said to her, very sincerely as his arm wrapped around the back of Aliya's shoulders to hold her to him even as they both looked at the empath who had helped them. "You gave me my best friend back."

"And me mine," Aliya said, nodding. She leant her head against the Doctor's chest, and he had no objection. He just smiled and took a few extra seconds to enjoy the closeness. Despite having hugged her only earlier that day, it felt different, like they hadn't embraced like this in years. Had the shadow of that past fallout really been over them this entire time? It took only another second for him to know that yes, it had. It was like a great weight over his hearts and chest had been lifted, and he could breathe for the first time. That was when she tilted her head up to look at him. "I've missed you," She whispered, and it didn't really make sense, because they hadn't even been apart, but somehow they had.

Luckily, he understood completely, and he smiled softly down at her. "I've missed you too," He told her, and leaned down to kiss her briefly on the forehead.

"That Tamara better watch her back," Aliya said suddenly, looking to the bars of the cell. She gripped the Doctor's hand tighter. "Because now that we've properly got each other's, she doesn't stand a chance."


I'll admit, I nearly teared up writing this. Thank goodness for resolved anger. From here on out, expect a lot of platonish fluff, where the line between platonic and romantic is unintentionally toyed with A LOT, until we finally get what we want. ;)

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Love you all and hope to see you again soon for another quick update,

-MayFairy :)