This is my first Sherlock Fanfic, any feed back would be appreciated. When I don't get reviews I begin to wonder if anyone's reading. It doesn't have to be anything special, even a :) will do. Disclaimer: Any who, I don't own Sherlock (only in my dreams, lol) that is the intellectual property of BBC. Please enjoy. And sry for any spelling just let me now if u see any.
88dragon06: Thanks for another awesome review. They always make me smile. :) I had to get that leverage in their sometime as it will come about in a big way by the end of the Blind banker case :D that'll be fun!
aandm20: No I didn't know that, it's always nice to hear :) thanx that made my day! And the poetic part is due to my creative writing class getting the juices flowing that it bled over into my fic. So glad you liked it :D
Bored411: That's a relief to hear. I've been getting mixed reviews. Just means i have something to work on :) Now onwards to the next chapter :D
Aria: Yes, her fire's starting to come back. It's been a little bit since she's been herself as she did suffer a trauma and I had to make it effect her somehow. A full on break down will happen eventually but she can be a procrastinator so it may take her a bit. :)
Midnight Angel414:Yo, sup! Nice to have you back :) I'm the same way at time so I understand. Life waits for no one as they say...unless it's a person named life and they have to wait in line but I digress. I'm glad you liked the bit between John and Ollie, i couldn't resist putting it in. :D
LavishDish:It is where I'm going. I've noticed a few authors doing the same thing. Though their's is more to do with the fact that it's a John/Oc/Sherlock fic. Something i've been wrestling with myself over weather or not to jump on that band wagon with this fic. But anyways I'm glad you enjoyed it :) And I totally agree.
Chaosrachel: That was what I was worried about. Hopefully once I've written a few more chapters it'll clear up. As Ollies social disorders are a bit different from Sherlocks as she's different on the autistic spectrum. Though the big thing with her is that she excepts emotion, on a case she'll often try and push it aside to remain objective, but she'll give into them. Unless it's crying, she hates crying. :) But none the less I'll try and steer her away from becoming to Mary sue. And I'm not sure who she'll go with yet. I won't know till I write it, I always wait till last minute :)
Colebre: It's here, it's here, it's here! :) lol. naw begging fine. reminds me to hurry up. And I so think like that all the time :) You have no idea how many times I've laughed for no reason in pubic, so many stares. :) Ps. I loooove the long reviews, that make me smile when I open my inbox :)
Sorry for any grammar mistakes as I rushed it a bit :D
FYI there is a poll on my profile page for this fanfic on wether Sherlock should find out Ollies secret before or during the great game.
Inside the dim restoration room four people sat hovered over one of the many light tables. Books, photographs, and broken artifacts lay strewn upon them, but this desk in particular they were pushed to the side. An unopened file lay in the middle. The woman, Soo Lin Yao, sat despondently staring off blindly into the glow; her hands neatly clasped onto her lap. The others waited patiently for her to speak. A sigh made it's way past her pouty lips as she flicked her dark almond eyes over to Sherlock, "You saw the cipher? Then you know he is coming for me."
The gravity of her words clung to the air like cold water dousing any jubilation John felt over finding the girl. Something that the two consultants could easily steam roll right past. "You've been clever to avoid him so far," Sherlock pointed out. A compliment if Ollie ever heard one. "I had to finish. To finish this work. It's only a matter of time," Soo Lin spoke with a shaky intake of air, peering down at the table, "I know he will find me."
"Who is he. Have you met him before."
She looked back up at the consulting detective and nodded her head. A sad gleam catching in her eye, "When I was a girl, living back in china. I recognized his...signature."
"The cypher," Ollie and Sherlock simultaneously stated. The latter shooting the former one a look that said I'll be asking the questions, shut up. Pursing her lips into a tight line Ollie mimed locking them with a key and throwing it away. There was no reason to argue as they'd both ask the same questions. It would just save time if she complied instead of argued. It was the logical approach. Instead she'd spend her time observing mannerisms. Soo Lin frowned, "Only he would do this...Zhi Zhu."
John, who had been quietly absorbing the conversation till then, flexed his crossed arms; furrowing his brow in confusion, "Zhi Zhu?"
Ollie raced her fingers across the table onto his arm in silent answer as Sherlock translated for her, "The spider."
John smiled at the female consultant giving the hand resting on his bicep a gentle pat. She smiled back before retracting it. An affectionate interaction the didn't go unnoticed by Sherlock. Noting that some personal revelation had been revealed when he wasn't present, bonding them. Something he found irritating—upset that she confided in the army doctor rather than him. He would have to interrogate the man later, wasting more of his precious time—though the information could help in divulging the secret that surrounded Olivia Knight. Returning his scrutiny back to his lead he watched as she unlaced her converse, slipping off the shoe.
On the soul of her heel was a black lotus sitting inside a thin circle, inked into the skin. "You know this mark?"
"Yes. It's the mark of the tong."
John frowned. Sherlock, not missing a beat, answering his unasked question, "An ancient crime syndicate. Based in China."
"Every foot soldier bares the mark. Everyone who hauls for them," she continued staring down at the tattoo. Her face painted with a sorrowful memory. John looked over in disbelief, "Hauls...Y-you mean you were a smuggler?"
Putting her shoe back on she felt the need to explain. To show she was a good person, that it wasn't by choice. Something Ollie could relate to. "I was fifteen. My parents were dead. I had no livelihood. No way to survive day to day, except to work for the bosses."
"Who are they," Sherlock asked emotionlessly. Soo Lin's eyes glossed over in unshed tears as she recalled her past. Ollie admired the strength she had to not allow them fall. Most people would start blubbering, making things awkward. She was tough. After all, who else would continue to work passionately on teapots despite the threat on their life. Even if that meant dying. She was a rare breed. "They are called the Black Lotus….By the time I was sixteen I was taking thousands of pounds worth of drugs across the border into Hong Kong….I managed to leave that life behind me. I came to England, they gave me a job here. Everything was good, a new life…," the dark haired woman trailed off, breath hitching in her throat. As Ollie examined her she found something shocking. She found that she empathized, an occurrence that had only happened a few of times in her life. Something that was most likely due to their similarities. Both had a criminal past, orphaned they had lived on the street, trapped in a bad place they had somehow managed to escape those lives but not without scars. Only thing was, Ollie's had yet to catch up with her. Something she was sure would transpire one day. Sherlocks deep vibrato cut through the silence, "They caught up to you?"
"Yes," Soo Lin swallowed with emotion, "I had hoped after five years...maybe they would have forgotten about me….But they never really let you leave. A small community like ours, they are never very far away," she paused when a tear broke thru her wall. Trying to compose herself she carried on, "He came to my flat….he asked me to help him to track down something that was stolen."
Her words echoed in the female consultants head, a small community like ours, they are never very far away. Shivering she pushed away the irrational sense of foreboding that bubbled up with the statement. It was just another reminder that one day she would have to deal with her past indiscretions. Still, that irrational annoying voice nagged on in the back of her mind, What if this is a window into our future?
"And you've no idea what it was," John spoke from beside her. The young woman shook her head, "I refused to help."
Watson paused. Picking up on some hidden context of her words, "So you knew him well when you were living back in China?"
"Oh yes….He's my brother," she added sorrowfully. A look of solemn understanding colored Sherlocks features at the betrayal of the brother. It left Ollie wondering what Mycroft might have done in the past to put that look there. "Two orphans," Soo lin started, "We had no choice. We could work for the black lotus or starve on the streets like beggars. My brother has become their puppet….in the power of the one they call Shan. Black Lotus General….I turned my brother away. He said I had betrayed him. Next day I came to work and the cipher was waiting."
Standing up Sherlock opened a file, pulling out the images that he had been plastered on his mirror at home. He passed them over to her, "Can you decipher these?"
"These are numbers."
"Yes I know."
"Here. The line drawn across the man's eyes. This is a Chinese number 1."
Sherlock leaned over pointing to the one scrawled next to it impatiently, "And this one is fifteen, but what's the code."
"All the smugglers know it. It's based upon a book," Soo Lin stated as she turn to grab something when the electricity shut off, taking the lights with it. Sherlock stood up scanning the darkness, listening for any misplaced sound. Squeezing her eyes shut the dark haired woman breathed rapidly with a small hushed voice, "He's here. Zhi Zhu. He's found me."
Turning about the consulting detective raced out of the room. "No. No. No. Sherlock. Sherlock, Wait," John shouted as he made to follow before abruptly turning back. Rushing forward he grab both women dragging them into a caged room near-by. A storage area used for the more valuable pieces awaiting repair and study. "Come here. Get in," he ordered bursting through the door. Pulling them further into the room he hid them behind the shelving next to a table. Crouching down he peered around the edge unholstering a gun, slipping fully into his army training. Soo Lin tried to steady her breathing while Ollie tried standing up to gain a vantage point. John grabbed her arm and wrenched her back down, "Stay down."
"Look John while I appreciate the sentiment I can-," John slapped a hand over her mouth. "Shhhh!"
She glared as the room fell into silence once more. Suddenly six gunshots rang out. Johns head shot up in alarm as he looked over to the women, "I have to go and help him. Lock the door behind me."
Bolting up he ran off, melting into the shadows. Ollie sighed slightly annoyed, but knew that he was making the rational decision. After all, if push came to shove she could protect Soo Lin herself. Quietly she shoved a hand in between her breasts, pulling out a miniature pistol. Something she never left home without. A bra is a handy place to hide items. You can conceal all sorts of things in there, as no one ever pats a woman's chest down. Being female does have it's perks on occasion.
Soo Lin caught the gleam of the gun in the moon light, gazing to Ollie slightly panicked. Apparently, even though her brother intended to kill her, she didn't wish the same fate on him. A reminder of why she found love an irrational absurd emotion. And just because she was capable of the feeling didn't mean she had to like it. "You have a question," Ollie said more as a statement than a inquiry. The woman flicked her eyes over nodding, "When I was talking….I noticed something."
The consultant raised a quizzical eyebrow having thought she would ask her not to shoot her brother. But she spotted the resignation, the knowledge that one of them was going to die, and apparently the girl thought it would be her. She loved her brother too much to kill him. Seeing that she intended to martyr herself Ollie peered around their cover, determined to keep her alive. She wasn't going to lose another one, "Oh?"
"You wore such sadness. One, that can only come from having lived through the same set of circumstances," the woman spoke softly, gazing on in silent understanding. Ollie swallowed thickly. Why were people being so nice and observant today? "Your question?"
"If I might be so bold to ask….were you a smuggler as well?"
Listening to the shots of gunfire she approximated there distance, aware that they were located in the early humans exhibit. Closer than before. Shifting, she returned her attention back to the soft spoken woman who scribbled nervously on a piece of parchment. "No. But, I had similar circumstances," she paused weighing weather or not to speak anymore on the subject. Calculating that Soo Lin wasn't the kind of person who would say anything she decide to impart a vague piece of her past. Maybe lift some unseen weight or guilt that had been hanging around for decades. "I was a thief. A long long time ago. I was so young back then….and I couldn't truly comprehend the path I had embarked upon."
"What made you stop?"
She smiled wanly lost in nostalgia, "Someone made me realized that my talents would be better suited solving crimes rather than committing them. I must admit that my past does give me invaluable insights. And to answer the follow up question you're about to ask, no I wouldn't change my past even if I could."
"Even if though it causes you pain," she asked slightly awed that the blonde knew what she was going to say before she asked. Ollie nodded, "Even if. I am who I am because of that pain."
Abruptly the firing ceased. Stopping them from conversing further. The room weighed down with an uneasy silence. Both women turned towards the door awaiting the sign of the victor but none came. Quietly Soo Lin moved towards the chain linked door. Determination plastered across her face, she held Sherlocks evidence photo's in her hand. Ollie motioned for her to come back, that it wasn't safe, but the woman ignored her. Rolling her eyes the consultant followed her past the artifacts back to the darkened light table. Tentatively she peeked over as Ollie moved to skulk around the perimeter of the room, searching for movement in the dark. She froze as she picked up on an odd sound. Papers rustled on the tables nearby as a wind softly moved it's way through the room. Darting a quick look up she spotted an opened rose window. Shit, he's in the here.
An intake of breath to the right had her turning, transfixed to the spot. A man, clothed in black, stepped half way out of the darkness directly in front of Soo Lin. Instinct immediately took control of her mind, temporarily shutting it down. Moving with expert poise she didn't make a sound. Approaching the threat she hid herself in the shadows, every muscle composed with quiet lethal elegance. "Dàgē, Liáng, qĭng li...," Soo Lin whispered reaching out to touch the man's face affectionately. The words automatically translated in Ollie's head, Liang, big brother, please...Zhi Zhu, or Liang, responded by lifting up his gun. Before he could fully pointed it towards his sister however Ollie cocked hers right behind his skull. "I believe your little sister said please."
He stilled. For a few pregnant moments no one moved, no one breathed, no one talked. They stood in gloom of the moon frozen in time. Waiting. Waiting for someone to break the spell. And finally reality snapped. Ollie witnessed the muscle on Liang's right shoulder tense and hip shift right before he spun around with a sweeping kick. Having seen the previous movements she'd predicted several different outcomes and the counter maneuver's she could use all in the space of a second. As he kicked his leg out she grabbed hold of his shoulders using the leverage to flipped over him, back kicking him in the spine as she came down. Then effectively placed herself between him and his sister as she turned to aim her gun. Without missing a beat he worked through the pain spinning back around with tiger like reflexes grabbing her arm and kneeing her wrist, send crippling agony shooting to the location. Her weapon clattered uselessly to the floor.
Pulling her in with force he shot a clawed palm into her gut, a crack resounded in the room. But as he inflicted that she used the force to head butt him, blood trickling down his face. They stumbled away from each other. Even though he'd knocked the wind out of her and sent her spiraling into anguish—breaking rib nine, fracturing rib ten on the right and creating a hairline fracture on her wrist—adrenaline pushed her forward. Bursting fourth she slammed his hand against one of the light tables five times before his gun finally flew out of his grip. It landed five feet away from her pistol. She raced for her weapon.
An arm clamped around Ollie's bicep as a foot shot out kicking the back of her knees, sending her sprawling forward. Using the momentum she twisted around pulling Liang with her so that she was on top, punching him in the face repetitively. His features contorted in rage as he flipped her onto her back and curled his hand around her throat. Cutting off her airway. With only one good hand to hold his back she choked for air, vision dotting. In a last ditch effort she rammed her screaming knee into the man's groin. He let out a guttural shout of agony falling to the side.
Coughing Ollie spun herself over, gasping for air. Trying to get back up, her legs refused to co-operated, sending her slamming back down. With a strangled growl she pitched herself forward, dragging her body across the floor. Zhi Zhu eyed his glock and copied the action. A race for survival began as they inched closer and closer to the guns. Each pushing themselves with hurried force. Getting nearer and nearer. Only inches away. With one last surge they seized their weapons. And two shots rang into the night.
The room stilled, once again frozen. Only to violently shatter. Ollie's eyes widened as she took stock of the scene. Liang's cold eyes blankly stared at her, his gun halfway across the room to where she'd shot it. Her breathing heavy and labored she slowly contorted her head back. Her heart stopped as she beheld, with horror, a line of blood drip down Soo Lin's face. The woman herself touched her forehead before pulling her hand away. Staring in stunned sorrow at the sight, a tear rolled past her cheek, "Dà gēgē."
Big brother, her last words before her body crumpled to the ground. Finding her strength, Ollie launched ahead, "No! No, no, no, no, no! Soo Lin! Soo Lin, come on. Come on, wake up! Don't do this to me! You've got to-you've got to…."
Ollie fell next to her. An awful lump forming in her throat at the woman laying in a puddle of blood, pooling farther and father out. An image of another super imposed it's self over her. A petrifying memory from seven months ago. Gripping her pistol with a surge of rage she wrenched it back over to Liang only to find him missing. Eyes darting around the room she caught him crawling out the rose window on the ceiling, having scaled the pillars and ledge. She fired off all her rounds, but missed each time finding her vision suddenly blurred. It took her a moment to realize she was crying. Angrily she wiped them away turning back to Soo Lin. With a shuddering breath she reached a shaky hand to her throat. Ollie gasped.
Ripping her phone out of her coat she threw the jacket across the room, tearing the bottom half of her pin-tucked shirt. She bundled the cloth to the wound applying pressure on it as hurried footsteps approached. Desperately trying to get her fingers to work, she agonizingly dialed emergency services. "Yes, there's been a shooting at the antiquities museum. We're in the restoration room. She's been shot in the head. Her pulse is weak but she's still alive. Please you have to hurry."
She hung up just as John entered the room out of breath, his eyes searching. "John," Ollie croaked out. He turned towards the sound, paling at the sight. Sprinting over he crouched down next to Soo Lin immediately feeling for a pulse. "She's still alive," Ollie wheezily answered, "EMT's are on there way."
John worriedly inspected the two. He wanted to examine Ollie and help but knew he had to attend to Soo Lin first. Seeing the internal battle wage she made the decision he would have made faster, "John can you hold this for me? I'm having trouble keeping the pressure."
Wriggling of his coat he gently moved her hand out of the way, "Got it. Now sit against the table in an upright position. Tell me if you have trouble breathing. And don't fall asleep."
Weakly nodding she obeyed his orders slowly backing up. Wincing, she leaned against the metal—resting her bad arm on her lap. Sherlock flew into the room in a panic just as she settled down. "John! Olivia!"
Eyes ghosting over the surroundings they landed on the form laying prone in a puddle of red on the floor. John retracted his fingers from her neck letting go of the cloth. "I need you to take Ollie out of the room," John grimly stated as he closed her eyes, telling him all he needed to know. Soo Lin Yao was gone. Frowning at the loss of his lead the consulting detective looked for his profiler. His roommate quietly motioned to behind the table where she rested.
Silently Sherlock walked over to stand in front of her, stopping at her feet. A tight knot formed in his jaw as he examined her supple wiry frame and noted each injury with disdain. Deep red rings circled her neck from where she had been strangled. Her white shirt ripped to the mid abdomen revealed more redskin in the beginning stages of bruising. Blood caked her jeans and painted her hands, one of which twitch in pain. Eyes squeezed firmly shut she tried to hold back what ever haunted memory the incident had released. Without waiting a second more he grabbed Ollie's good wrist and yanked her to her feet. Having not expected that Ollie's knee's buckled and sent her careening into Sherlocks chest. She emitted a strangled noise of pain.
The moment the scent of Irish spring, smoke, and lacquered pine wafted into her nostrils did she register that Sherlock had pulled her up. Unconsciously she leaned into him. Before she could get comfortable—or realize what she'd done—he'd slipped an arm under hers to support her weight and turned her about. But as he led her from the room they had to pass the body of Soo Lin. Ollie would have stayed glued to the spot staring at the now dead woman if Sherlock hadn't forcefully moved her, blocking her view. Her rational side new it was for the best, as every time she saw the body it wasn't the one that was supposed to be there gazing lifelessly back at her. But her irrational side wouldn't leave her be, insisting that she turn around, fight her way back and save what was already lost. Thankfully the consulting detective shut the restoration room doors before she foolishly caved to her irrational thoughts. "Olivia."
She looked up, piecing him with a multitude of emotions behind her stare. Dropping his arm she shuffled away over to the wall, twisting herself around so that her back leaned against it. This time she refused to look at him, firmly placing her eyes on the marbled floor, "I'm sorry."
Sherlock's gaze narrowed, agitated by the apology. He found it annoying when people said sorry for things that weren't their fault. It was an unnecessary waste of time. And when she slid down the wall till she was on the floor, her arms resting on her knees, he then realized he might have to deal with the emotional hysterics that he found women often broke into after witnessing a crime. Something Sherlock wasn't equipped to deal with nor wished to. Though for some odd reason he found that his heart squeezed painfully at the sight of her dejected face. He surmised a visit to cardiologist was in order after the case was wrapped up. He watch his profiler warily, "Do I need to call John over to console you."
Instead of bursting into tears—as he had thought she would—she did something a bit more unnerving. She started laughing. Threading a bloodied hand through her hair she tried to calm herself down, "Oh god, ha, oh geez. I'm sorry, I know it's inappropriate to laugh but it was either this or cry. And I think crying is pointless so…."
Trailing off with a shaky sigh she leaned her skull against the wall to shut her eyes once more. Examining her, he watched her fall into the memory from earlier. Curious he slowly stalked over to her, stopping just a few feet away. "You doing that thing again Sherlock, stop it."
"Stop what. You'll have to be more specific," he stated purposely to get a rise. It would either snap her back to her old self or chip off a chunk of her armor to reveal more of the puzzle that she was keeping. A win win either way for him. Ollie flicked her attention over to him with a piecing glare, "Trying to figure me out while I'm in a state. While I understand the need to solve a mystery whole heartedly, in this context you don't what to re-open something I still haven't properly compartmentalized and moved past."
"I hadn't realized you were so sentimental."
"I'm not!….Look I'm sure you've read up all about me, and I'm sure you're not going to let this go, so in the spirit of saving time and my sanity I suggest you take a look at my last case seven months ago. That is if you're really so interested in why her body's messed with my head, check the last victim. And then never bring this up again," she said evenly and quietly. A tone that was much more threatening than her shouting could've ever been. It was just that moment that EMT's rolling a gurney arrived on scene with police in tow, led by a security officer. "Where's the gunshot victim," the beefy paramedic asked as he approached them. Sherlock leaned back, stepping out of the way as an officer walked over. The consulting detective motioned to the door, "Deceased and in there."
Ollie slid herself up the wall as the medics changed their direction, instead heading towards her as their priorities shifted—the officers disappeared into the restoration room. She groaned as one of the EMT's brought the gurney to her. "Ma'am where are you injured," the thin man asked as he pulled down the rail on the bed.
"I'm fine-," she started when Sherlock cut in, "She has two fractured ribs, bruised knees, a bruised throat due to strangulation, battered knuckles and possibly a fractured wrist."
Ollie went to argue she was fine when Sherlock jabbed a finger into her side. She scrunched away from him with a shout of pain—sending him a withering glare. The medic rushed over grabbing her arm to steady her as they pushed her onto the gurney. Ollie tried to get up only to be sent back down. "Ma'am stay down, we don't know how bad your injuries are. If something came loose it could possibly rupture an organ if you move about. They'll have to do an x-ray at the hospital. So until then," the beefy medic informed as he pulled out an IV, "we'll just give you something to stave off your pain."
Ollies eyes immediately bugged at the needle, jumping away from it, "Eh! Nope, no sorry. I refuse. You will not be putting that into my arm!"
Sherlock raise a bemused eyebrow at her out burst. He hadn't thought she was trypanophobic. An interesting detail. "Ma'am it'll only hurt for a second and then your pain will go away, plus it's procedure."
She jolted away again wincing in pain, "Well I don't care if it's procedure, or will supposedly make me feel better. I don't want it. I don't know where it's been. I don't know what you put in it. You say it's morphine but how do I know you didn't switch it out for any of the numerous other chemicals that are untraceable on a tox-screen. Are you even a real paramedic! You got here pretty quick! Who do you work for! Now I'm getting out of this bed-," Ollie stopped ranting mid stream as she looked down at syringe plunged into her arm, "I always knew I'd be assassinated."
"Ma'am you're gonna be fine. This is just to calm you down," the man stated as he pulled it out rubbing a swab over the injection site. The female consultant fell back onto the gurney as her senses started to become sluggish and heavy. "Sir, if you like to catch up after you've given your statement will be taking her to Saint Bart's," the man on her left informed. Sherlock nodded walking over to pat her hand. "Don't like hospitals," he blankly asked, boring into her. Weakly she shook her head sending tendrils of golden hair into her face—causing his heart to palpitate oddly and re-think about visiting a cardiologist sooner—she pouted trying to talk through the haze of the morphine, "they always try to kill me."
Ollie blinked unevenly trying to rid herself of the fog, but before she could attempt to escape—something that would most likely end poorly in her state—the EMT's began wheeling her away, as one pushed the IV into her arm. John came out with her coat just as they were carting her past the door, one of the officers trailing behind him. "Ollie, Sherlock and I have to go to the station but this officer is going to take your statement at the hospital. I'll hang onto your coat and bring you a change of clothes later."
She scrunched her eyebrows as something in that sentence said bad idea. When they turned a corner it finally hit her, her though process taking longer than it should in the morphine haze. In order for him to get her clothing he'd have to go into her bedroom. And if he went in there….she paled. Great god he'd walk right into the web of madness. He'd see everything! And then her secret would be out. A vibrating by her hand pulled her out of her panic. Rolling her head to the side to look down she realized it was her phone. Sherlock must have placed it there. Fumbling with it she propped the contraption open. Don't worry I'll make sure not to ruin your sox index -SH The text did not help calm her. Slowly, as her mind wasn't at full capacity, she began to formulate a plan on how to get home first. First order of business. Steal a pair of scrubs.
Alright so almost done, I mean it this time! And sorry if anything sounds weird or reads weird, my eyes are starting to go as it's seven in the morning and i've been up since yesterday. OMG giant storm about to hit my house! Which probably isn't good as the elm next to my home is rotted away. I'm gonna get squished! Or drown as I'm near a river. But not till tomorrow, that's what the newsman said. Horray for M.A.! I'll see you all next time...maybe muwhahaha! I'm gonna invest in a kayak so I can be that guy paddling away down the street :D Thanks for all your reviews :)