Chapter Eleven

The Mid-Life Crisis

"Y-you –" Piper spluttered. "You could have killed us!"

Ivan grinned, shifting from one foot to another as if he wasn't used to standing still for so long. "I wasn't going to kill you, duh."

"You could have convinced me better," Jason grumbled. He grinned widely, unable to keep it off anymore. "It's good you see you two safe."

Nico suddenly engulfed Aiden in a hug, and then grabbed Ivan for the same treatment. Both boys – Piper wasn't sure boys was the right term anymore – gave a start of surprise from the sudden contact. They both laughed and patted Nico's back. When Nico separated, his face was stern and commanding. Piper had only seen that face a few times, and usually it was directed at Will Solace. Most prevalent when Will crossed over Nico's personal space barriers.

"I forbid you two to ever disappear again," Nico said, pointed his finger at each of them in turn. "I was terrified for you, and I had absolutely no way if you were alive! All Theon said was that you distracted a bunch of dino –"

"Is Theon alright?" Aiden asked, cutting Nico off.

Bad move.

"Did I look finished?" Nico snapped. Piper was forcibly reminded of a mother hen.

The twins shook their heads simultaneously, and just like that they were reverted to nervous puppies being scolded by their big brother. Nico continued with his lecture, " – saurs, and then that was it. You could have died, for all I knew! Theon's fine, by the way. And then you show up in the middle of Cretaceous and attack us! You are never allowed to go anywhere out of my line a sight again for a period longer than never unless I, and two other people, give you explicit permission to."

Nico paused to take a breath. Piper half-expected Ivan and Aiden to started bartering with their alone time, but was surprised when Aiden asked, "why two other people as well?"

"In case you manage to actually convince me," Nico said stubbornly. "The two other will be able to overturn me."

Ivan turned to Piper and Jason. "Sorry, can't help you guys. We're grounded."

Jason snorted. "Go Nico."

Aiden crossed his arms. "I'll have you know, we can take care of ourselves just fine."

"I don't doubt it," Nico admitted, "but I still want to – what it name of the gods happened to your finger?!"

Ivan held up his hand. His index finger was missing entirely. "Um . . . I lost it? It ran away. Honest."

Piper's mouth fell open. She ran forward and grabbed his hand, holding up to the light as if to check for any tricks. She couldn't see anything that struck her prank-like, and between Sirius, Leo and Theon, she had gotten good at it. There was nothing but . . . well, nothing. It was kind of gross looking, but it was a clean scar. It hadn't been bitten off.

"How?" Nico demanded, still staring at where his brother's finger used to be.

Ivan extracted his hand from Piper's grip and scratched his head nervously. "Um, how to explain?"

"Dark ages," Aiden mumbled. "I tripped and accidentally poked a guy's eye out with my knife."

"They were going to take one of our eyes," Ivan mused.

"We convinced them to take both of our index fingers instead," Aiden held up an identically missing finger.

"Using our incredible powers of persuasion, of course," Ivan said with a cocky grin.

Jason sighed in disappointment, and said sadly, "so much for being able to tell you two apart."

"Jason!" Piper protested.

"They're alright," Ivan said. "Besides, it gives us room to have these beauties." He tapped the wrist brace, and a knife shot out. It took up the place where their fingers used to be, serving as a much deadlier substitute. The Celestial bronze blade gleamed, and they pretended to punch something. The knife stuck out so that if they actually did punch something, they would skewer it. If Piper ignored the missing finger, it was pretty useful.

Jason gaped. "Oh, man, I want one!"

Nico scowled, and glared at them darkly. "Are you sure that story about the guy's eye being poked out was made up to explain how you two mangled your fingers with those things?"

They shifted uncomfortably. "No?"

"You guys are really losing the lying talents," Jason said with a grin. "No more tricking, huh? Looks like your pranking days are over, assassin."

They both jumped simultaneously. "What?" Their voices sounded slightly strangled.

Jason rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on. I know Assassin's Creed getup when I see it. Right down to the blade. Are you sure you guys didn't just chop off your own fingers to have it?"

They grinned. "We couldn't resist the outfits."

Ivan said indignantly, "and we did not chop off our own fingers!"

"So what are you three doing in this time period?" Aiden asked, abruptly changing the subject. It sounded as if he was asking, so, what brings you here to this cafe?

That brought Piper back to the present. "Percy, Annabeth, Tom and Katelle disappeared into the anomaly that brought us here a while ago. We've been looking for them."

"Did you try the huge pack of Predators chasing Katelle?" Ivan asked flatly. "I'm pretty sure she went in a general that way direction." He pointed to the hill they had run down to reach the forest.

"You saw Katelle getting chased by Predators," Jason asked slowly, "and you didn't help?"

They snorted and said, "looked like she was handling it just fine."

Aiden snickered. "Never seen her run that fast, though."

"Whoa, slow down," Piper held up her hands. "You guys know Katelle?"

She had shifted into uncomfortable territory again. "It's hard to explain. She's traveled to a lot of times, so your chances of bumping into her are higher than you'd think."

"So you guys know her?" Jason asked.

Was it just her imagination, or was Aiden turning red? It was hard to tell under that mop of hair.

Ivan's face was splitting with a grin. "I'm not so sure about me, but –"

"Oh, shut up," Aiden snapped.

Jason looked back and forth between them. "It must be hereditary for Riddles to like her."

"I don't know what he sees –"

"Ugh, I will stab you," Aiden threatened Ivan. Then he caught on to what Jason said. "Wait, what?"

"Tom likes her." Jason deadpanned.

"Tom?" Aiden asked. "Who is Tom?"

"So you can assassinate him?" Ivan cackled devilishly. He was enjoying this so much. Piper was going to have to find a way to put him in his place.

Aiden aimed another death glare at Ivan. "For the last time, would you shut up?"

"Tom as in Tom Riddle," Nico said. "Your good ole granddaddy? Dark lord supreme? Easily riled eleven year old? Is terrified of mosquito hawks? Ringing any bells?

The twins turned pale. "You're messing with Tom Riddle's life?"

Now Piper felt like shifting around. "Well, it was the only time rupture we could reach with Katelle's help . . ."

"Tom Riddle?" Ivan asked again. "Well, it certainly explains a few things."

"Like what?" Piper asked.

"Nothing important," Aiden grumbled. "You're messing with Voldemort's childhood."

For some reason, Piper felt like defending Tom. "He's only a kid. And he's actually not a bad kid, if you get past his quirks."

"You mean the quirks that made him a dark lord?" Ivan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't even know how he turned into a dark lord," Piper admitted. "He seems . . . well, a little reclusive, and not used to having people care about him, but all in all he's not a bad kid. He just needed guidance, I think."

Aiden snorted, "How to Not Be an Evil Dark Lord 101. I can see it."

Ivan shook his head. "We can't worry about that right now. The time rupture has been fixed here, which means the anomaly to the next time will be closing soon."

"Like how soon?" Nico asked. They were at least a half mile's walk from the anomaly.

"Like . . . now." Ivan held up a little square device that looked like a miniature version of Katelle's ADD. "It's gone."

Aiden looked over his shoulder. "Are you kidding? It was going strong only a few seconds ago!"

"I don't know," Ivan mumbled, shaking the device. "But it's closed."

"We're stuck here?" Piper asked in shock. "Like, actually stuck here?"

"Don't panic," Aiden said, holding out his hand in a 'calm down' gesture. "We've been stuck in the Cretaceous – and a bunch of other places – before. The anomaly will open again."

Ivan shoved the device into one of the many belt pockets he had. "The hardest part is getting to a time that has a rupture in it."

"Huh?" Jason looked completely baffled.

Piper shook her head. Jason was having a Percy moment. The thought of Percy sent of wave of worry through her. "Can that thing pick all anomalies within . . . I don't know, planet distance?"

Ivan snorted as if what she said amused him. "No, it only shows within a ten mile radius. It does that so that we're not teased by the other anomalies opening up around the planet."

"Were there any other anomalies?" She asked.

"No, why?"

She sighed. "We're here because Katelle, Percy, Tom, Annabeth and Theon disappeared into this anomaly. Katelle said she thought there was another one open in this time, which was allowing creatures –"

"From the future to get into the past, and then into the 30's," Ivan sighed. "Of course."

"I am so sick of time travel," Aiden said, throwing his hands in the air. He turned around, massaging his forehead. Then he turned back around and blurted, "we could try to open one!"

Ivan looked at him as if he had grown two heads. "That it. Now I know the desert got to you."

"No!" Aiden protested. "Remember what Helen Cutter did – don't ask, it's a long story – when she had that thing?"

Ivan pulled the device out again. "She opened an anomaly. But we don't know how to do that!"

Aiden gave him a flat look. "Uh huh. And since when have we stopped figuring stuff out ourselves?"

Ivan gave the device a critical look. "True. And the controls seem fairly to the point . . . If I could take it apart without ruining it, then I –"

"Great!" Jason said cheerfully. "You can figure it out in your head, right? Because my head's hurting enough as it is, let alone listening to technical things about technology."

Piper sighed. Jason was turning into Percy more and more every day.

Ivan looked around at the sky. "I'm just worried about the asteroid . . ."

"The what?" Nico asked. He had been standing there, staring at Ivan and Aiden's missing fingers, before falling into his usual listening silence.

"You know," Aiden said casually, "The asteroid that almost wipes out all life on Earth?"

"What about it?" Piper asked, a bit nervously.

"Well, if this thing is right," Ivan said, shaking the device like a TV remote, "then we landed at around the time the asteroid struck Earth. There's speculation and debates on the actual year – this takes place in the future, by the way – but they can't confirm it other than this one-hundred year radius."

Jason relaxed. "That's good, right? I mean, a hundred years is a large span of time."

Aiden bit his lip, cringing. "I don't know . . . we're kind of in the last five years of that one hundred year radius."

" . . . Oh."

"Yeah."

Nico clapped his hands. "I guess that means you guys need to start figuring that thing out!"

They stood there in silence for a few awkward moments while the twins part tried to figure out the device, part fought over it. They didn't seem to be getting anywhere. From what Piper could tell from their muttering, they had discovered the device in the future and snatched it without thinking about trying to find an instruction manual in their haste. Something about police and twins being illegal.

Piper shivered as a breeze passed through the forest. In the sun, she had been warm, but it was much colder in the forest. Maybe it was just that she was frightened, since she was stuck in a time before even the first humans had walked the Earth. With the exception of the twins, Nico and Jason, she was utterly alone. Her dad wouldn't be born for several million years! What if they changed something back in this time, which completely altered the future?

Then she thought of something she hadn't before: they were directly changing Tom Riddle's past. What if they went back, and found out that Ivan and Aiden were never born? Piper hadn't felt so overwhelmed since the battle with Gaea. It seemed like every time they saved the world, it just fell to pot again as soon as they tried to have a little peace.

It was as if Aiden could read her mind. "Don't worry about Riddle's future and stuff. That's already been changed past the point of no return."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Nico asked.

"It means –"

"I can't get it to work!" Ivan snapped irritably.

"Not what I was going to say," Aiden mumbled.

"How the bloody hell did Helen Cutter, a deranged psychopath who left her husband for eight years for a tour of the Precambrian Era, figure this out, and I can't?" Ivan shook the device again.

"Who is Helen Cutter?" Jason asked quietly, not wanting to set off the temper of the son of Hades.

Aiden watched his twin with a similar pensive fashion. He shuddered when he heard the name 'Helen Cutter'. "She's not someone you want to meet, that's for sure. She makes Katelle look like a sane newborn puppy."

"That's . . . an interesting image," Jason replied.

During the time they had been talking, the sun had started to dip towards the horizon. Ivan finally shoved the device back into his pocket. "We're going to need get to shelter for the night."

"There's a cave up ahead," Aiden said. "It's a little climb to the opening, but it has a nice view and it offers sufficient protection."

"Don't dinosaurs sleep?" Piper asked as they followed the twins deeper into the forest.

Ivan shrugged. "Some do. Others are more nocturnal. I'm mostly worried about the pterosaurs."

"Pterosaurs?" Nico raised an eyebrow.

"Think piranhas," Aiden explained, "only with wings. And traveling in packs of hundreds."

"Oh." Evidently, the Cretaceous Period wasn't a very hospitable place.

"Is that how you lost –"

"No!" The twins both shouted.

Nico scowled. "I still think you aren't telling the truth."

"To the cave!" Ivan said, swiftly changing the subject.

The scenery didn't change much with the trek. The tall pines rose up into the sky, swaying and groaning in the wind, which was steadily intensifying. The formerly crystal clear blue sky was covered in a gray overcast, signifying that it would probably storm later. The underbrush almost reached Piper's shoulders sometimes, brushing against her chin a few times and making her hope that there were no huge prehistoric insects.

"You should have saw this centipede that Aiden got stung by," Ivan rattled off another story that made Piper cringe. "He was turning purple and blue before we managed to get him to a hospital and they made an antidote with a venom sample."

"You know," Aiden said sulkily, "that was kind of a traumatic experience for me. You could be a little less insensitive."

"He foaming in the mouth," Ivan added cheerfully.

"I did not need to know that," Jason said.

Ivan, Aiden and Jason fell back into silence, absentmindedly hacked at the underbrush as they walked, which made Piper cringe. Hack. There goes the Sear's Tower. Chop. President George Washington was never born. Okay, so maybe she was being a little dramatic, but she was afraid that they might chop the plant that was discovered in the future, which prevented someone special from finding it and being inspired, which prevented . . .

She decided to stop thinking.

When they finally reached their destination, Piper saw the "small climb" and glared at the twins. It was more like a two-hundred foot cliff-side. Luckily, it was jagged with plenty of hand and footholds, which would make ascent easy. She supposed that after climbing the lava wall at Camp Half-Blood, this shouldn't have been a problem, but she was worried about the pterosaurs that Ivan and Aiden had spoken about on the way to the cave.

"Small climb, huh?" Jason asked.

Aiden grinned and looked up at the cave opening. "It's pretty fun, once you get used to the height."

"Speak for yourself," Ivan muttered.

Nico dissolved into shadows and appeared at the top, inspecting his hands innocently. Jason wrapped his arms around Piper and gently took off into the air. Ignoring the twin's protests, he willed the wind currents to take them up a little quicker. The pressure of the wind was like a geyser under them, pushing them up, but it wasn't very stable. In a few minutes they had risen to the same level as the cave entrance, thankfully without being thrown off by rogue currents.

"Hey!" Aiden shouted, "You're taking all the fun out of it!"

"Only you would be crazy enough to actually like climbing," Nico replied.

Ivan grabbed his brother's arm and they melted into the shadows, similarly to Nico. A second later, they appeared in the cave with Piper, Jason and Nico. Aiden scowled and snapped something in a foreign language. It didn't sound like Russian, which was their favorite language next to English, or ancient Greek. Although, Piper thought it sounded somewhat familiar.

Then it clicked. "Arabic? When did you learn that?"

They gave her a mournful look. "It's amazing what you can do when you're stuck in Syria during the twelfth century, and you want water."

Jason sat down down, his back pressed against the cave wall. A second later he thought better of it, since the harsh stone was unforgiving on his back. Ivan leaned against the wall, his back apparently spared by the thick robes. He pulled out the device and started fiddling with it again, shaking it and flicking the screen.

Piper snorted in amusement. "I don't think shaking it is going to help. You already done that."

"About a hundred times," Jason added for her.

"Have you tried taking the battery out and putting it back in?" Nico suggested offhandedly.

Ivan shot an are you serious? look at Nico and said, "you can't just take the battery out of these."

Nico shrugged. "Just saying."

"It won't turn on!" Ivan huffed irritably. "How did –"

Aiden snatched the device from Ivan and pulled a small chip from the bottom, and then put it back it. He handed it back to Ivan, saying, "now try it."

Ivan scowled and tapped the screen, and then his mouth dropped open as the clear glass top half lit up. Aiden couldn't keep the smug smirk off his face, and got a swift punch as a response.

"Can you get it to work?" Piper asked.

Ivan opened his mouth, and then closed it. "Um . . . maybe?"

"Translation," Nico said a bit snidely, "no."

"Where's Leo when you need him," Ivan grumbled as he tapped at the screen.

"85 million years in the future," Aiden deadpanned.

"Rhetorical question," Ivan snapped.

Piper glanced out the cave opening. The sky had gone dark, and the only light was from the device in Ivan's hands. "Maybe you should get some sleep," she suggested. "You might be able to think better in the morning."

Ivan ran a hand through his tangled hair, cringing when he hit a tangle hard. If Piper had a comb on hand, she would have forced them to comb their hair. "I guess . . . I'll take –"

"I'll take the first watch," Aiden said sternly. "Since you're infamous for not waking people up for their turns."

"But –"

"Guys!" Piper called, waving her arms. "How about I take first watch, then Jason then Nico? You two both look like you need a full night's rest."

They looked ready to protest, but Jason jumped in a backed Piper. "She's right. You look like you haven't gotten a full sleep in forever."

They both sat down, leaning against the cave wall. Piper still couldn't get over how hard it was to tell them apart. At least with Fred and George Weasley, or Connor and Travis Stoll, one was taller than the other. Ivan and Aiden were both the same height, both too skinny, and both had the same hair and eye shade. They had always been thin, but the past few months hadn't helped. Piper wondered if it was a son of Hades trait to eventually become as small and pale as a wraith.

Nico had already started to lose his olive complexion, due to the lack of sun in England his outright refusal to do anything outside (example: Quidditch, although Piper didn't blame him for that one). He had been told by many people in the 30's that he needed a haircut, since the shaggy longish style hadn't hit the fashion in that time. Not that Nico was trying to look that way on purpose, he just didn't like to let anyone close enough to give him a haircut.

Piper turned to ask the twins a question about ancient Syria, but found them both passed out on the stone floor. Aiden hugged his sword to his chest, and Ivan was clutching a dagger in his left hand, the device in his right one. She shook her head with a slightly amused smile. So much for her once-in-a-lifetime history lesson of ancient times.

Jason raised his eyebrows at the twins. "I suppose this means it's nighty night time?"

Nico made a grunting noise and closed his eyes, apparently deciding to go to sleep right then and there.

"Go to sleep, Pipes," Jason urged. "I'll wake you in a few hours for the next shift."

Piper would have argued, but she was exhausted. "Sounds good," she said and took off her snowboarding jacket as a pillow for her head.

Unfortunately, sleep for demigods meant dreams.

Piper had hoped, somehow, that she would be spared from dreams for this once, but she had no luck. She should have known that, being stuck in the past – well, even farther in the past – that her dreams would be worse than usual. It seemed like when she really, really wanted no dreams, she ended up getting extra annoying and frightening dreams. This time was no exception.

As soon as she fell asleep, she found herself standing in a gray room. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all cemented, and it was lit by a single light bulb hanging by a chain in the center of the room. There was one door, with no knob, meaning that it only opened from the outside. There were cracks in the floor, and a few random news papers scattered around. A coffee table with two chairs sat under the light bulb.

A cloaked man sat in one chair, and a small girl sat in the other. Despite being bruised, cut, battered and scared, the girl glared fiercely at the man. She had long honey-blond hair braided down her back, with large blue-green eyes. There was something familiar about the way she was glaring at the cloaked man, something that made Piper think of . . .

"Are you ready to tell me?" The cloaked man asked softly.

The girl grabbed her braid, swinging it dangerously. Piper had never seen someone make swinging a braid in a circle deadly looking, but this girl managed it. The heavy-looking stone ring tied in the braid at the end might have helped as well. "What makes you think I'll ever talk?"

The door was pushed open, and a bald man wearing a business suit walked in, whispered something in the cloaked man's ear, and then walked out smoothly.

The cloaked man sat a little taller, leaning across the table menacingly. "I think you might have enough reason to talk sooner than later."

The girl bristled angrily. "What's that supposed to mean, Draven Thorne."

"Throwing names around, Mara Sparrow?" The cloaked man, Draven Thorne, asked. There was a smirk in his tone. "You of all people know how dangerous that is."

Mara Sparrow? Did that mean she was related to Katelle in anyway? After Draven Thorne had said it, Piper had immediately seen why Mara seemed so familiar. Her hair and eyes were the same color as Katelle's, and her glare was just as fierce. She was even dressed similarly, in a leather jacket with an empty gun holster on her hip. Katelle had never mentioned anything about family, but then again she never really mentioned anything about her past.

"And you of all people know that I'm not talking." Mara said stubbornly.

Draven tapped long, pale fingers on the table thoughtfully. "I hear reports that your sister was spotted around the sixtieth century."

Mara tensed. "Your point? You could never catch her."

"Yes," Draven was definitely smirking under his heavy hood, "but we never had leverage before."

"My sister isn't one to let sentimentality get in her way," Mara said in a low voice.

"Yes, well, we have help from the inside."

Piper became rigid at the same time as Mara. Help from the inside? Was he suggesting that there was a spy somewhere?

"What are you saying?" Mara hissed. "Stop speaking in riddles!"

Draven laughed, a chilling sound that made Piper's hair stand on end. There was something not right about this man. "But aren't you kind good at those? I would think so, with all the practice you've had over the past several thousand years."

Mara rolled her eyes. "Riddle-translating isn't hereditary."

"No, but the knowledge we seek has been passed down to you." Draven replied, his voice ever low and patient.

"Why are you so adamant on helping them?" Mara burst out, half-rising from her chair in fury. "Don't you remember what they did to your brother?"

Piper didn't know what happened to Draven Thorne's brother, but it sent him over the top. One moment he was calm and collected, the next he was standing and shouting at Mara violently. "Don't talking about my traitor brother in front of me!"

"They nearly drove him insane!" Mara snapped. "They banished him to wander though the different eras forever."

"He put himself in that position!" Draven snarled. He pulled out a steel sword hilt and flicked it. A long gleaming blade snapped out, stopping only a few inches from Mara's throat. "He was asking for it."

Mara was gaping at Draven in shock. "You really don't care, do you?"

"Why should I?" Draven growled. "Why should I care about this cursed planet, or the universe, or the gods, or anything else?"

Mara gave him a flat look. "A, because you live on this curse planet; B, because you live in this universe; C, because the gods, annoying as they are, kind of keep things running; and D I'm sure there is a logical reason to care about that stuff, too. I mean, chocolate people! If anything, at least save the world for pizza and chocolate!"

Well, there was some difference. Piper was sure Katelle would have said something like "save the world for apple trees and machine guns," but it was close enough.

Draven didn't sound so amused. "You are such a child."

Mara gasped and patted herself, as if she just realized she had a body. Then she said with more sarcasm than Piper thought she had ever heard before, "Really? Thank you! I really needed you to tell me that I was a child, because clearly I couldn't tell myself. You're a lifesaver. I don't know what I'd do without –"

"Oh, shut up!" Draven snapped.

Mara settled back into her chair and kicked her feet up on the table, leaning back with her hands behind her head. "Where were we?"

Yep, definitely related to Katelle.

Draven pressed the tip of his sword into her neck a little more. "I really want to kill you, but unfortunately we need you alive for this to work."

Mara pushed the blade away with one finger, and sat straight again, taking her feet off the table. "I'm telling you –"

"Shush!" Draven suddenly sharply. He slowly turned around. "I believe we have a eavesdropper . . ."

Piper felt a stab of panic. They couldn't see her, right? Of course, people and monsters had talked to her before in dreams, so it wouldn't surprise her if Draven could sense her somehow.

He turned fully around, and Piper could just see the pale bottom half of his face. His robes looked a lot like a Jedi's from Star Wars, only black. She guessed that meant he actually looked like a Sith Lord, then. But that was totally besides the point. He was glaring at her angrily from behind his hood, she was sure.

"Go away, little demigod," Draven said. "I'm sure we'll meet soon enough."

Piper wanted nothing more than for the dream to end, but the Fates decided to tease her and wait until Draven stabbed at her face with his sword. There was a flash of steel, and she gasped and stumbled back, only to fall through the floor. The last thing she saw before her vision went black was Mara's baffled and irritated expression.

"Pipes . . ."

Piper jerked her arm over her face to block the blade. A small part of her brain told her that the only thing she would succeed to do with that was get her arm cut off and her face impaled. Funny enough, the voiced a lot like Annabeth. The daughter of Athena was rubbing off on everyone, Piper thought with amusement.

Jason hovered over her nervously. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Piper replied. She sat up and blinked owlishly. "Did you know Katelle's got a sister?"

A/N: Ugggghhhhhhh, this chapter was so hard! I was just staring at the screen for days before I finally finished it. I'm really sorry for taking so long! Next up is going to back at Hogwarts with Leo, Sirius, Frank and Hazel.

I hope this chapter wasn't too bad...review if you liked or if there was something wrong! (Besides for grammar. Seriously. I. Am. Not. Reading. This. Again. It's torture enough writing it!)

The plot god's name is Top Secret. No one has clearance for it, not even me. Although, if you offer Colonel Jack O'Neill beer, some Chinese food, and a fishing trip, he might tell you. Excuse my nerd moment.

Until next time!