A/N: Holy damn! You guys, it's actually here. The very last chapter of this story! (gawks) I seriously can't believe this is ending.

BUT, first, of course… THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart for those incredible reviews! You can't even imagine how much good they've done to my inspiration. (beams, and hugs) So thank you!
Awwwwkay…. (takes a deep breath and sweatdrops) I suppose it's time to stop stalling and get going, eh? I really, REALLY hope you'll enjoy this final piece of the puzzle.

Epilogue – And Then There Was One

Spencer woke up.

For most people it might not have been a huge feat at all, but to him it was a gigantic leap forward. Because waking up to the rays of morning sun, feeling actually rested, told that he hadn't been awakened by nightmares.

It was finally time to move on.

After almost three and a half months in the ward his physical injuries had healed remarkably well, although he had quite a number of scars all over his body. Damaged organs were fine once more, broken bones mended. Even his wrist gained practically full mobility. It was more than Dr. Harris had first dared to hope. Emotional injuries, however, had gone much deeper. The scars they left were much nastier than the physical ones. He wasn't 'all fine and dandy', but he was functional once more. And today he was going home.

Or technically, not into his own home. Dr. Volkov had insisted that he wouldn't live alone for the first couple of months. It'd taken quite a bit to convince Spencer of the arrangements, but in the end it'd been decided that he'd be staying the first month with Emily, the second with Derek. The time with Derek was a form of therapy in sorts. He still couldn't quite trust men – perhaps staying with one he knew to be safe and trustworthy would help. Spencer didn't like the idea of being someone's bother, but as it was he didn't have a lot of choice. And if he was fully honest with himself getting out of the hospital outweighed everything else.

Spencer sighed, restraining a yawn, and stretched a little before hauling himself out of the bed. He was pleased to discover that the routine of washing up and getting changed already ran smoothly. Dr. Volkov did tell him that getting used to everyday life started with small, seemingly insignificant steps.

As soon as he was done Spencer decided that there was something he needed to do before leaving. He left his room and ventured through the building's hallways until he reached a small, breathtakingly beautiful garden in the hospital's inner yard. Even the high walls surrounding the garden didn't manage to dim the place's beauty.

The garden had been his safe haven through a lot of horribly dark spots, a place where absolutely nothing could bother or harm him. During the worst of days, in the beginning of the road towards recovery, the garden was the absolutely only place where he'd felt safe. Even after he didn't really need it anymore it felt nice to sit there and watch the flowers, to become reassured of the fact that everything was still alright in the world.

Now he sat down to a long bench and closed his eyes, letting everything drift away.

In the end he was startled out of his stupor by the sounds of approaching steps. He shivered, but was pleased to discover that there was no panic. Apparently he wasn't afraid of Liam somehow sneaking up on him anymore. Instead he discovered Dr. Volkov walking towards him with a tiny smile on her face. "Those friends of yours, Prentiss and Morgan, came to get you. They had a feeling you might be up early. I wanted to see you before you go."

He blinked twice while getting up, quite anxious to get going. "Oh. Why?" He'd thought they said 'goodbye' during their final meeting the day before.

During their sessions Dr. Volkov had never even tried to touch him. But at that very moment she gave him a brief yet tender hug. And he accepted it without a flinch. Her smile form before widened when they parted. "You've come a long way, and I'm sure you'll make it all the way through. Remember that. I've met that outpatient therapist of yours, Quin Wyler, before. She's a real miracle worker." She poked his ribs gently. "And start eating properly. The next time I see you, you'd better have some meat on those bones."

Usually Spencer was annoyed by how everyone seemed to press him on his weight. But at that moment he smiled. He didn't really feel like saying anything. That's why he simply gave the woman a tiny wave, then turned and walked away.

And somehow that was the rightest and truest thing he could've done.

As soon as he made it to the hallway outside his room he found Derek and Emily waiting for him. Derek gave him a grin. "Ready to go, Pretty boy?"

His eager nod almost made the two others chuckle. "I've already packed up. Not that there would've been a lot of stuff to pack."

Emily smirked in a way he'd never seen before. He was almost sure that the touch she gave his shoulder while following him to the room wasn't an accident. "We were kind of guessing you had. Morgan parked the getaway car almost right outside the front door of this place."
It took a moment before Spencer recognized the change on his face. It was almost amusing that he'd nearly forgotten what a pure, honest smile felt like.

It felt damn good.

He picked up the one bag that included all the possessions he'd had in this place, then gave his small, somewhat cozy room a one last long look.

Inside these walls he'd spent several nights wide awake, wondering if he'd ever get out.

Inside these walls he'd cried for the first time since the entire nightmare ended.

Inside these walls he'd fallen apart completely, only to put himself back together again, piece by a sharp piece.

Inside these walls he'd started to believe in healing, or at least scarring.

Inside these walls Cody Jones had been brought back to life.

Inside these walls Spencer Reid had been redeemed.

Now it was time to live and breathe on his own again. Or well, almost on his own. He supposed it was time to get used to the idea that he didn't have to shoulder everything all alone anymore.

A hand was place to his shoulder, and this time he didn't flinch away. There was worry in Emily's eyes. "Are you okay?"

He nodded without a hint of hesitation. "Yeah. I am." This time he even meant it.

From the eyes of Derek and Emily he could see that they believed him as well. Comfortable silence lingered around them while he got his bag and the three of them left the room. Spencer didn't think he'd ever forget the sound the door made when he closed it for the final time.

As Emily had said, their car was waiting almost right outside the building's front door. Spencer slid gratefully to the backseat and pulled in a long, even breath while allowing his entire body to relax. He didn't think he'd ever felt as light as he did then.

Derek gave him a grin filled look through the rear-view mirror. "So, let's go home."

Spencer nodded eagerly, finding himself speechless.

Once the car began to move Spencer looked towards the hospital once more, feeling better than he had since Liam re-emerged. He watched the building getting smaller and smaller until he shifted and focused his eyes on the road ahead.

He hoped, from the bottom of his heart, that that would mark the last time he ever looked back.

Even before Spencer was discharged, the team made a conscious decision not to make a huge deal out of the man's return. It would've only made him feel uncomfortable. They did visit him though, quite frequently, and although it was never voiced tried to make up for all the time Liam had stolen from them.

It felt good, that their family was whole once more. And the changes in Spencer proved that he felt the same way.

They didn't know what Emily said or did, but she got Spencer to enjoy of meals again. He was still skinny after his month with her, but at least not sickly anymore. The dark circles around his eyes were slightly less pronounced. When she brought Spencer to Derek's apartment the genius was finally truly talking, like the man they'd known. And there was something in his eyes that Derek recognized from long ago passed days.

On that day they truly dared to believe that the man that'd been taken from them was still in there.

The first couple of weeks the two men lived together weren't easy, though. It took some time before Derek got a hang of which things were 'off limits', so he ended up tiptoeing around Spencer and making them both feel uncomfortable. It was also infuriatingly hard for him to comfort Spencer when the man had nightmares because no physical contact was allowed. It killed Derek, because long before Liam he'd already grown used to little touches being something common and casual between them; wrapping one arm around Spencer's shoulders, ruffling the man's hair… But he grit his teeth and endured, trying to remind himself that this just couldn't last forever.

They got by, and both their scars continued mending. As expected it did Spencer a lot of good to live with a man who'd never harm him, and Derek's own nightmares began to subside when he could see for himself that Spencer was going to be alright.

On the second evening of the third week Derek's eyes held a great deal of irritation when he stared at the completely burned over remnants of what was supposed to be their dinner.

He'd never been much of a cook, but this… was ridiculous.

To add his humiliation just then the apartment's door opened and Spencer walked in. Judging by how heavy the younger man's steps were he could tell the genius' session with Quin Wyler had been exhausting. "Hey", Spencer greeted, then stopped. "What's… this smell?"

Derek groaned, feeling humiliated. "There… was a tiny incident in the kitchen."

Spencer walked in before Derek could hide his source of embarrassment, a curious look in his brown eyes. The younger man blinked once when glancing towards the pitiable attempt of cooking. "Is that… chicken?"

Derek winced. "It was supposed to be a dinner. But I don't think it's a good idea to taste it unless you want to spend the night in a bathroom."

At that moment Derek heard something he'd completely forgotten. It was Spencer's laugh.

As soon as he turned his gaze towards the brunet the man covered his mouth with one hand, appearing extremely embarrassed.

Derek, on the other hand, couldn't keep himself from smiling. "Damn, kid. You have no idea how much we've all wanted to hear that." Then, to avoid bringing the younger man any further humiliation, he took his cell phone. "I think this calls for ordering in. How does Chinese sound?" Seeing the look in the other man's eyes he hurried to continue. "Forks will be included, I promise. The last thing I want is you starving."

It was Spencer's turn to smile. All tension had vanished from the man's eyes.

After eating they sat lazily on a couch, absentmindedly watching a movie the name of which Derek couldn't even remember anymore.

"Did you know…", Spencer started in a somewhat sleepy tone. "… that when Kentucky Fried Chicken first translated its advertising slogan 'finger lickin' good' into Chinese, it came out as 'eat your fingers off'?"

It took a moment for Derek to process what he was hearing. When he did his eyes widened slightly while warmth swelled in his stomach. This was the first time since Liam he heard Spencer shooting out facts. He hadn't even realized before how much he'd missed them. "No", he admitted in a soft, somewhat uncharacteristic tone. "I didn't know that." He then yawned, blinking thrice to keep himself awake. "Do you feel up to getting the desert now?" He frowned when there was no response. "Kid?"

Turning his gaze, he grinned at what he found.

At some point Spencer had fallen asleep on the couch. The was a utterly calm, almost serene look on the man's face that made him seem a lot younger than he was.

His eyes softening, Derek took the small blanket that'd been resting on the other end of the couch and spread it cautiously over Spencer, careful not to disturb the man's rest. After that he relaxed once more, his half-open eyes darting towards the television. And everything was good in the world.

It didn't take long before Derek fell asleep as well.

Just before Spencer's last week with Derek the team had to head to Minneapolis for a case. At the exact same time Will's job demanded him to leave the city, which meant that neither of his parents could keep an eye on Henry. The entire team was surprised when Spencer offered to take on the baby sitting duty. JJ didn't have it in her to decline, so she left her son to the care of her dearest friend and made Spencer swear that he'd take excellent care of him.

Not that she would've had to. She'd seen, all too clearly, what Spencer was willing to do for her son.

In four days the case was closed. JJ's steps were heavy with exhaustion when she followed Derek towards the man's apartment.

"Do you think those two have trashed the entire place?" the dark-skinned man inquired with a tiny, cheeky grin.

JJ winced, all sorts of horror pictures flashing through her head. Henry could be quite a handfull when he decided to be, especially now that he'd hit the negative age. She really hoped Spencer had been prepared for that. "Open the door carefully, just in case", she advised in a very serious tone.

Derek nodded slowly, slight panic appearing to the his eyes, and obeyed. They were both stunned to discover that the apartment wasn't only spotlessly clean, but also very, very quiet. The only sounds they heard were two voices talking quietly somewhere in the distance.

Exchanging surprised looks they walked soundlessly towards the direction of the voices. What they found made JJ's heart swell and warmth spun absolutely everywhere inside her.

Spencer and Henry were completely oblivious to the rest of the world while sitting on the floor and draving unidentifiable pictures to a huge piece of paper. Every now and then the two of them exchanged a couple of words, but mostly there seemed to be this bizarre wordless connection between them. At one point Spencer even managed to offer Henry the exact color the child had wanted without a request or a glance towards the boy. JJ couldn't help noticing that the entire time one of Henry's hands lingered less than an inch from Spencer's, almost touching. And the genius didn't seem to mind although he must've felt the warmth.

She'd known that Henry had recovered remarkably well from the entire ordeal, and that Spencer was getting there little by little, but this… This surpassed all her wildest dreams.

Her attention was pried elsewhere when Derek nudged her arm and nodded towards the door. She followed him reluctantly, unwilling to leave the heartwarming sight behind. They closed the door soundlessly and left the two into their own world.

Seven months. To date. That was how long had passed from Liam's death. Spencer knew, because he'd been keeping track.

It took that long until Spencer finally felt good and stable enough to do something he should've done a long time ago.

He was planning on visiting his mother, because this was definitely something they'd have to discuss face to face. Fear over how she'd react, how this all would affect on her health, mixed with anticipation.

Perhaps after this life would start to feel a little bit closer to normal, with his regular letters to his mother, with being able to share his life with her, with being able to let her know that he was alright.

He really missed 'normal'.

"Oh, wow!" Penelope's voice awakened him to the present. "You'd left the door unlocked", the woman pointed out when seeing his expression. She appeared genuinely impressed while looking around his new apartment. There was a grin on her face. "I see you're starting to settle in."

As soon as his time with Derek was over Spencer had gone back home. But, as it turned out, his old apartment didn't offer him the degree of comfort he would've wanted – after all Liam had been there, set traps for him into the place where he was supposed to feel the safest. So he'd started looking for a new apartment and finally found one almost three weeks earlier. Some full boxes were still scattered around, but at least the place was starting to look and feel like home. Quite unsurprisingly books had been the first items he'd unpacked.

The day he moved in Spencer also dyed his hair brown once more. But this time it wasn't to escape from the past. It was a leap into the future.

Spencer felt all tension melt from his face. "Yeah. I guess I am settling in." He then frowned. "I thought you guys were working on a case."

Penelope shrugged. "We are. But I had to come and see you off." She looked towards the baby girl resting in her arms, and her eyes softened instantly. "Besides, Lucia Isabella Garcia-Lynch wanted to come and say 'bye' to her goddaddy."

Spencer just had to smile as he walked over to the two and tickled Lucia's stomach with one finger. The baby immediately squirmed in delight and emitted something that sounded close to a giggle.

Penelope chuckled. "Awww, you're really showing uncle Reid the best of you, aren't you?" She then focused on him. "The rest of the team would've wanted to come and see you, too. But San Diego was calling."

"I know." To be honest, Spencer had chosen to leave on a day when the team was working on a case – he hadn't wanted them hovering around him worriedly. He didn't want to tell that to Penelope, but somehow he had a feeling that she guessed and understood. He gave her a tiny, slightly uncertain smile. "Would you tell tem 'hi', when you talk to them again?"

Penelope's smile was bright, contagious. "Sure thing, sweetie." She then seemed to remember something. There was a bizarre look in her eyes when she took an envelope from her purse and handed it towards him. "This… came for you, to the office. Obviously someone expected you to be working there."

Spencer frowned while accepting the offering, and opened the envelope with a great deal of caution. What he found was the about last thing he'd expected.

There was a 'six months sober' honor medal from NA, along with a brief letter. What really had his eyes glued, though, was the picture.

In the picture was Elle, with a slight smile that reminded him of the days when she was still a agent. She looked extremely healthy, and he couldn't help noticing that her hair had grown slightly longer. In her arms rested a extremely adorable, almost newborn baby boy.

'Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it. (Helen Keller)', the letter said. There were also some lines from Elle.

Who knows, perhaps something good came out of that nightmare, after all. I think so every day when I look at my son. So stay strong. Baby Cade is looking forward to seeing you.

Tell Garcia to send me a one more e-mail. This time I'll reply, I promise.

-Elle

"Reid?" There was a slightly worried look on Penelope's face. "What was it?"

A slight smile Spencer wasn't even aware of appeared to his face when he showed the blonde the photograph. "Elle and her son wanted to say 'hi'."

Penelope emitted a squeal of delight and clapped her hands together, her eyes shining with excitement as she stared at the picture. "Oh, goodness me…! The little one looks just like his mommy."

This time Spencer realized he was smiling. "She asked me to tell you to keep mailing her. She'll send a reply this time."

Penelope's eyes softened. And nothing more needed to be said.

After a moment the blonde wiped her eyes, maneuvering Lucia amazingly skillfully to one arm. "Sorry. I wasn't expecting to get this emotional." In a couple of moments she got herself pulled back together. Spencer didn't know what to make of the look she gave him, along with a wide grin. "Now let's go. Your ride's already waiting."

Spencer nodded slowly, lifting one eyebrow. "O… kay." He'd honestly thought he'd take a cab to the airport. Who would be driving him? Kevin? If he was fully honest with himself that thought didn't sound very appealing; they barely knew each other. "I'll just get my bag."

They left the apartment and walked down the stairs with Penelope chirping constantly in a excited tone Spencer hadn't heard in ages. When they made it out of the building the blonde grinned upon spotting a certain red car he didn't remember ever seeing before. Perhaps Kevin had bought a new one. "I'm afraid I'll have to go to work, sweetie. But that… would be your ride today." Completely unexpectedly she pulled him into a tight hug, careful not to squash Lucia. "Be good, and stay safe. I'm expecting you to give me regular reports on how you're doing."

Spencer rolled his eyes, but couldn't help smiling. "I'll be fine. I'm an adult, remember?"

Penelope gave him a wry look. "That's right, but you're also Spencer Reid." Her eyes then flashed in a way that unnerved him. "Now move it! You shouldn't keep a lady waiting."

He frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Penelope smirked. "You'll just have to go and find out." She gave him a wave. "Good luck!"

Curious and even mildly cautious, Spencer walked all the way to the car, opened the door slowly – and felt his eyes widen considerably at who was sitting on the driver's seat.

Tianna Wargas gave a look that held a mixture of annoyance, surprise and amusement. It wasn't hard to tell that she was pleased to see him. "Boy, you sure have changed – Dr. Reid."

Spencer blinked twice, still in quite a bit of shock. "How… did you…?"

Tianna shrugged, smirking. "Let's say that a certain 'Oracle of All Knowing' from your team thought that there's something I should know. She sent me e-mail about a week ago." The woman arched an eyebrow. "I must admit that I could've never imagined you to be a FBI-agent."

Spencer cast his eyes towards his shoes, feeling unpleasant pressure in his chest. "I'm sorry that I lied to you."

Tianna shrugged, her eyes softening. "Judging by what I've gathered, you had a fairly good reason to do that. But I promise you, if you ever lie to me again I'm going to punch you." She then patted the passanger's seat of the car. "Are you going to hop in or not?"

A slight amount of heat rising to his cheeks Spencer entered the car and closed the door softly, working his hardest to find a comfortable position. He didn't manage to speak until after several moments, when Tianna began to drive. "I… don't mean to sound rude, or anything, but… What are you doing in Quantico?"

Tianna smirked. "Well, Orion missed her master. You really wrapped that cat around your little finger. She's with Prentiss, now, having the time of her life with Sergio." The woman held a small pause, taking a street to the right. "Also, I'm sort of moving in. Chicago felt boring without you." Her eyes swept towards him, and a smile that reminded him of satisfied wild cat appeared to her lips. "That hair suits you, by the way. I've never been a huge fan of black."

This time Spencer felt how a radiant blush took over his face, and he couldn't look at the woman for a long time. "Thank you. You… look nice, too." He cleared his throat before attempting speaking again. "I… guess there's quite a bit I should tell you."

Tianna shrugged once more. "I understood you needed someone to help you get to Las Vegas. It looks like we've got plenty of time."

Exactly a year and two months after the nightmare with Liam ended, the entire BAU-team was walking on flaming carbon.

It'd taken this long for Aaron to fill the empty spot left by Ashley's unexpected departure. When they came home from a case the day before the unit chief announced that they'd finally meet the new member of their team. As a result almost all of them were at work at least an hour before would've been necessary. They hadn't been early enough, though, for Aaron and the mysterious new member of their team had been faster. Now the rest of them could only wait, casting impatient glances towards the door of Aaron's office.

While JJ attempted to focus on paperwork Emily found herself pacing all over the place and Derek sat on his desk without getting a second of ease. "What the heck is taking them this long?"

Emily opened her mouth, but just then David walked in, looking like he'd walked to work through a hurricane. They all noticed that the man was wearing the same clothes he did the day before.

Emily arched an eyebrow. "Where have you been?"

David gave her a very satisfied smirk. "A gentleman doesn't tell." He then glanced towards Aaron's office with a frown. "Have there been any news yet?"

Derek scoffed. "Apparently Hotch likes to keep driving us insane."

They all turned to look upon hearing steps hurrying towards them. There was a shocked look on Penelope's face while she rushed on, her eyes wide. "I… just managed to hack my way into some of Hotch's files… You're not going to believe this…!"

Before she got the chance to make her huge revelation the door of Aaron's office finally opened. At first Erin Strauss emerged, a unreadable look on her face. She greeted them with a nod. "Agents."

They also gave her a nod, unable to tear their eyes away from the door. Because just then it opened again.

Aaron walked out – almost instantly followed by Spencer.

At first they all stared with quite open stun until realization dawned in. "This… isn't a joke, right?" Penelope asked cautiously.

Aaron seemed to come very, very close to smiling when the man shook his head. "Reid passed his psychological evaluation. And Strauss just confirmed that although he kept some secrets from the FBI in the past, he's cleared to rejoin the force. There's a probation, though."

For a second it was completely silent as shock took over the team. After that the havoc began.

Penelope was quick to catch the genius into a huge bear hug. "You have no idea how good it is to have you back!"

Emily walked in next. The others felt like they'd been intruding and wanted to look away when she brushed his cheek gently with one hand, so swiftly that it could've easily been missed. "This place hasn't been the same without you, doc."

As soon as the two broke apart JJ approached Spencer, some hesitation in her steps. The uncertainty didn't last long, though. When their eyes met she walked on much faster, and in the end threw her arms tightly around Spencer. No words were needed when the two embraced each other, Spencer closing his eyes and JJ burying her face to his shoulder. The hold they had on one another said enough.

Once the hug ended David congratulated the brunet with a nod. "Welcome back", the man said with a clearly satisfied grin.

Derek was the last one to approach Spencer. He gave the younger man a smile that radiated all he would've never been able to speak out. "Welcome back home." It was around then he realized what he'd done. One of his hands had been laid to Spencer's shoulder. He stiffened slightly, waiting for the genius' reaction.

Finally, finally Spencer didn't flinch at his touch. The brunet gave him a tiny smile. "Thanks."

Their family was whole once more.

Finally, it was getting easier to believe that everything would be alright in the end.

Spencer knew the others weren't counting the days anymore, but he was.

Two years, three months and eleven days. That was how long had passed from the days he spent in Liam's hands. That was how long he'd been limping forward, towards a life where nightmares no longer came to life.

Approaching the door of his apartment he heard a soft thud from somewhere in the building. But he didn't glance over his shoulder, didn't look around in alarm. Instead he opened the door and stepped stunningly calmly to the dark hallway, closing the door behind him.

As he turned on the lights he heard a mew and smiled while looking down. Sure enough Orion was sitting there, staring at him with demanding eyes. "I'm going to have to take off my shoes and jacket first, you know? Don't worry, you'll get your dinner in a bit."

It was clear that Orion didn't appreciate his words, but waited anyhow.

As soon as he'd fed his pet Spencer made his way towards a desk in his bedroom. Once there he sat down and flipped on the device placed to the desk, then put on headphones.

"National Sexual Assault Hotline operator, Nicky speaking", a very pleasant female voice greeted him.

Spencer took a breath that helped him feel calm once more. "Hi, this is volunteer Cody Jones joining in."

"Hey, Cody!" The woman sounded pleased to hear his voice. "Listen up, I've got a boy named Mickey from Texas. He sounded like he could use your help…"

Spencer felt a shudder inside, but it passed by as fast as it'd appeared. What happened to him couldn't be erased, but at very least he could help someone find a easier path. "Patch him through. I'll see what I can do."

For the upcoming half an hour he listened to the horror story Mickey told him, fought against a stinging sensation inside when taking in the boy's heartbreaking sobs, tried to convince the seventeen-year-old that everything would be okay. That one day the nightmare would finally be all over.

It was much easier, now, when he was starting to believe in his own words.

End.

A/N: Oh, gosh…! (takes a deep breath) I'm feeling a bit choked up now, ya know? I can't believe it's over, now! This story really got under under my skin, I guess. (grins sheepishly)

Sooo… (gulps) Was that a worthy ending, at all? Or should I dash back to the drawing board? PLEASE, do leave a review! It'd mean particularly lot to me now that the story's pretty much wrapped up. I'd like to know how the final product looks in your eyes. (gives puppy's eyes)

And, of corse… Thank you, so much, for all those absolutely amazing reviews, and of course reading and listing this lil' story! (GLOMPS) You've made me happy and this story feel incredibly loved. So thank you! You guys ROCK! (hugs once more)

Who knows, maybe I'll c ya guys around later?

All the very best, and take care!

As for this story, Sandy says 'Over and out'.

ari: I'm really happy to hear you appreciate the 'long road to recovery' path. It just feel kind of unrealistic to imagine that these things would go away in overnight, doesn't it? (winces, then takes a breath of relief and grins) And, of course it feels VERY flattering to hear how much you've enjoyed the story thus far.

HUGE thank yous for the review! Who knows, maybe I'll see you around the epilogue?