Connecticut S.H.I.E.L.D Compound, Feb 10th 1:01 am

Rogue shrugged a leather jacket over giant green shirt and black X-Suit she had on. She moved silently through the dim hallways. She had to be quick, if Logan caught her scent on the move, she was history. Once she got her thoughts in order, she knew what she had to do. She had to find Sinister and Apocalypse and defeat them herself before the latter grew too powerful. 'The longer we wait, the stronger he gets. I don't have a choice!' She thought, her arms wrapped around her waist.

She didn't flinch when Remy moved from the shadows and fell in stride with her. He never forgot his master thief ways, they were engrained in him. He was always sort of sneaking, secretly testing his stealth skills. Testing how far he could go unnoticed. She couldn't help but chuckle as he grinned ear to ear at her. "Feel familiar, don' it?" He mused. This wouldn't be the first time that they stole off together. Rogue pined for far simpler, less dangerous times.

"I'm goin' alone, Gumbo." She waved a green gloved hand at him. "No can do." That didn't deter him, not in the slightest.

"Figure, Remy can' stop ya," He drawled. "I can atleas' go wit'cha." Rogue huffed, holding her her arm out to halt him. She peered angrily into his face.

"Remy. No." He could see the haunted expression on her eyes, things she was trying quickly to forget. He wished so badly he could take it all away from her. His time with Sinister would follow him forever, of that he was certain. "Ah gotta fix this myself." He grabbed her face, staring into stormy eyes with his own. He still loved her. Didn't she know that? He couldn't let her run off to die. "This is mah fight."

"Ya can't, chére. It's suicide n'you know it." He shook his head, his breath rolling out hot on his face. "Remy not gonna let'cha do dat." 'Not alone.' He thought somberly. All the strife he'd caused her, all of the things he'd caused, the least he could do was die with her. Before he thought better of it, he tucked some her short hair behind a pierced ear. It was so hard not to feel nostalgic when she looked the way she did when they first met.

"Remy..." All of the air rushed out of the room when Scott appeared, turning a corner red faced. He had been frantically searching for Rogue when he discovered her infirmary bed empty. Remy dropped his hands and Rogue dropped her eyes. Scott moved quickly in between them, shocked to see Rogue walking around. He touched her carefully, and then his hands moved to her leather jacket. "Scott-"

"You're trying to leave?" Scott breathed, knowing the girl all too well. He tore around to Remy, his eyes blazing. "You-" Remy stared at Scott silently, knowing that it was always in his interest to sit back and let Scott make an ass of himself. Rogue separated them both, flexing her superhuman strength.

"He's got nothin' to do with it, Scott." She glanced at the cajun quickly. "He was trying to stop me." Scott's shoulder's sagged slightly.

"Rogue,"

"I need to make this right. Myself." She urged, avoiding his stare. "This world isn't gonna surviv-" He crushed her him in an embrace, making Remy's cheeks flush slightly. He dug his nails into his palms as Scott pressed Rogue to him and held her for a painfully long moment.

"Promise me," He pressed, squeezing he tight. "You can't leave. Promise me." Rogue huffed indignantly. "We just got you back, Rogue." He chased her stare and looked seriously at her.

"All Ah have in mah head are visions, Scott." Her voice broke. She broke away from both Scott and Remy, jittering. "Visions of potential a future, things so terrible I won't even say them..." She shut her eyes tight and tears squeezed out. "Only I can stop him. I won't let the rest of you die-" He grabbed her wrist, staring down intently at her. Even with his glasses on, he could see the blush flush her cheeks.

"You don't get to decide for us." He breathed. "We're only going to get through this if we do it together, all of us. Promise me." She sighed, avoiding his eyes despite how much she knew he hated it.

"Summers,"

"Swear it, Rogue." He knew if he got her to promise, she wouldn't break it. She was a strangely superstitious southerner. She huffed, already defeated a long time ago.

"I promise, Scott." Her voice was quiet. He placed a kiss on the top of her hair, then he turned to Remy.

"Don't go far, Gambit. We have things to discuss in the morning." The light reflected off of his ruby quartz glasses. Remy stayed silent, glaring through the X-Men's leader. He knew what that meant. Rogue looked between the men, frowning.

"Scott..." He ushered her towards his room.

"Don't worry about it for now. Let's just get some rest." But his brow was furrowed, he was lost deep in thought. He wasn't looking forward to asking Rogue to touch Gambit. He expected her to flat out refuse. But that would be the only way to know he was telling the truth. Sinister's words had been haunting Scott, ringing through his mind. All he could think about is all the people who had betrayed the X-Men, how many times Gambit had betrayed them. If Remy had information on the Morlock's massacre and said nothing, Scott wasn't sure what he'd do.

Rogue looked into Scott's troubled face. She had been the one taken, brainwashed, and tortured but she couldn't help but be worried about him in her absence. There was a darkness she couldn't help but sense, something slowly festering since the professor died. She placed a hand on his arm and tried not to let her worries show on her face. She was home now, they would overcome Apocalypse.

But how, if they were squabbling amongst each other? This is just what he'd want. 'We are running out of time.'

Rogue got a full night's sleep beside Scott but she didn't feel well rested. His strange exchange with Remy had kept her up most of the night. Scott had something planned, something he wanted to do. And she could tell by the hardness in his face that she wouldn't like it. And it was something that they wouldn't all agree with. She awoke alone in his oversized flannel. She got dressed slowly before Emma's voice entered her mind.

'Can the main X-Men members come to the Conference Room?' Even Emma's head voice sounded exasperated. She tugged on a black, long sleeve shirt, dark green pants, and green gloves as she wandered out into the strange S.H.I.E.L.D building she'd been brought to. It was sterile, like a hospital. Or a jail. She hated it, but she kept the observations to herself. They clearly wouldn't be there if they had a choice, and she wasn't ready to hear that story.

She saw Logan and Laura and they were able to show her where the Conference Room actually was. She stuck close to them, anxiety blooming in her stomach. Emma, Scott, Piotr, Kurt, Wanda, Amara, Bobby, and even Kitty sat at a table. Remy stood, along with Ororo, Hank, and Warren. It felt like a court proceeding. A trial. Rogue shivered, moving closer to Logan, finding herself anxious. Her eyes lingered on Wanda, realizing just how much she must've missed in her few days' absence. 'She's on the team?'

He looked around for a moment, unsure himself what this gathering was about. He could smell the tension in the air and he didn't like it. Rogue sat by Logan and Laura remained standing. Then, Scott stood.

"We're here to all discuss something." He turned with a hard face towards Remy. Rogue started to stand but Logan placed a large hand on her shoulder.

"What's this about, Scott?" He asked slowly. He ignored Logan's inquiry.

"After Madelyn made Wanda cast an Inferno Spell..." Rogue looked around, completely in the dark. 'Inferno? Did she say a spell?' None of this was making any sense to her. 'What the hell did I miss? This is still the institute, the X-Men...'

"W-Who's Madelyn?" Both Kurt and Kitty exchanged sympathetic glances.

"The clone of Jean Sinister made." Kurt filled in softly. Her eyes went wide with shock. "It's a long story..."

"She... She took y'all over?" She looked around as everyone nodded.

"She made me cast some spell. I still don't know what it was, or what it did." Wanda admitted, her pride hurt that someone had manipulated her hexing.

"It drove us all to go after Sinister. Probably as payback for creating her in the first place." Logan filled in cooly, his eyes still on Scott.

"Before I tried to kill him, he said something. Something about Gambit." Rogue hated his codename. His name was Remy. Gambit might at as well have been working for Sinister. All eyes landed on the southern mutant. 'No...' Rogue thought. Her heart slammed in her chest as she gazed at Remy. She looked around as everyone around her began muttering amongst themselves. 'They can't really believe Sinister, can they?' She swallowed hard. 'After all he's done, he's capable of?'

"What did Sinister say?" She asked, terrified for the answer. Emma dropped her eyes and Scott's jaw clenched. He turned back to Remy, ignoring even Rogue. She felt like a little girl eavesdropping on her parents, listening to something she wasn't supposed to hear. "Scott," Logan place a hand on her shoulder. Kurt and Kitty wouldn't even meet her stare. The Inferno was a disturbing, hazy dream but they still remembered Scott's rage. His murderous intent.

Even Wanda crossed her arms in silence. Scott dropped his stare, working up the nerve to even say it himself. "That he was involved in something." He faced him again, his mouth bared in a snarl. "What happened to the Morlocks." All the color drained from Rogue's face. Even Laura placed an uncomfortable hand on her back when she started to shake. Remy remained silent, his eyes hard.

"Remy, tell him it's not true." Rogue began frantically. "Tell them that Sinister is lyin'!" Scott held up his hand.

"No. No more words from him." Rogue dug her nails into her palms, her eyes watering automatically. "We can't believe a word that comes out of his mouth!" He roared. He looked at Rogue apologetically. "And some of you are attached to him. There's only one way we can know the truth." Ororo's face was blank. She didn't agree with what Scott was about to propose, but she had a deep need for the truth. They all did, even if they didn't realize it. "Rogue, you have to touch him."

The table burst into shocked looks and hushed murmuring. Finally, the cajun mutant's knees buckled. Fear drenched his features. Give him death by firing squad, give him life in prison. Abandon him in Antarctica even, but the girl didn't deserve to be subjected to his mangled memories. Especially not with their history. Especially not after what she'd been through. "Non, Scott." He bit out, his teeth clenched. "Not her."

"You're out of bounds." Logan began, his patience wearing thin with his former student.

"W-Why can't Emma just read his mind?" Bobby demanded, looking at Scott in shock. The X-Men's leader sniffed. "This is madness, Scott. Think."

"Part of his mutation makes him a dead spot to telepaths." He glared at Remy hard. "Or, years of hard training to put up mental shields. He's had things to hide befor-"

"Oh stop it, Scott!" Kitty cried, regretting it when she irritated one of her wounds. She hissed in pain, easing herself back in her chair to Logan and Rogue's worries. Piotr cursed and placed a large hand on her back to steady her. He glared darkly at Scott, keeping his words in his head. Amara looked around at the commotion unsurely.

"I... Don't know, you guys. I remember what Sinister said, I think we all do. M-Maybe we should know the truth." Bobby looked at the mutant beside him in shock.

"Forcing someone else to take the memories is pretty crazy, how could you th-"

"And what if we've had a traitor in our midst this whole time?" Ororo proposed levelly. Her hands were interlocked, her face impassive. Remy hung his head, sad that she had already seemed to pass judgement on him. All of their opinions, even Scott's meant a lot of him. He wanted to redeem himself so badly in their eyes. 'I should've told them before he could've, I was such a fool...' "Rogue, I am sorry..."

The girl whimpered, shaking short locks around her. "Ororo-"

"We need to know. I need to know." The weather mutant looked down in disappointment, trembling fiercely. Rogue looked helplessly at Remy.

"I can't... I..."

"You have to!" Scott cried, his brow furrowed. "For the X-Men-"

"Don't pull that crap on her! It's bullshit, Scott." Logan was shaking with adrenaline, Laura perfectly still at his side. "The last thing she needs is to be forced, manipulated into doing anyth-" Scott crossed the distance between him and Logan and stared. Laura began to growl. "It's alright, Laura." He assured her.

"The last thing she needs is to be anywhere near someone with the capacity of doing what was done to the Morlocks. Do you need reminding?" They stared long and hard at each other. "Oh, right. You weren't there." Darkness flashed in Logan's eyes and Rogue moved between them.

"Stop it." Rogue choked out.

"Guys!" Kitty cried against Piotr's protests. They finally broke apart. Scott returned to his spot in the front of the room.

"Rogue, it's the only way we can know for sure. And the only way I can allow him to stay here. Is if we have the truth, from you." Rogue dropped her head, her face in her hands. "I'm sorry. I wish it didn't come to this." She shook her head. She wasn't some living history book. She wasn't a judge and jury. She was his girlfriend, at least she was before she'd been taken hostage.

"It's okay, Rogue." Remy whispered. "Don't stick ya neck out fo' me. Don' deserve it." Rogue shook her head, wishing desperately she could get out of this crazy version of her world. She looked around for anyone else to help put a stop to this travesty, but nobody moved. 'Why? Why is nobody...'

"Scott, act like a leader. Not a dictator." Logan warned, frown lines etched permanently in his face.

"He insinuated that he dragged Evan's dying body here!" Ororo exclaimed, tears finally leaking down her face. "We need to know if it's true. If he was capable of..." She let her words trail off. Logan looked into Remy's eyes.

"Gumbo..." He avoided Logan's stare.

"I've already decided that this is what needs to happen." He turned, glowering to Remy. "If you want to stay here." Remy exhaled sharply, avoiding Rogue's hysterical stare.

"Don't have a choice, non?" Rogue shook her head.

"No." She insisted. "I won't do it." Scott fought to keep his voice even.

"Then he goes." He found it hard but he had to stick to his words. It was for the sake of the whole institute, not just one person. Rogue grabbed his wrist, staring up into his face. Her face was desperate, he hated that.

"Don't do this." She whispered.

"This is for you." He pulled her gently near Remy. "Please..." Remy blinked and began to pray as Scott dragged Rogue closer to him. She wrenched her hand away from Scott and glared, her breathing loud. His face went chillingly even as she stared at him. "This isn't easy for me, either." He began, his voice betraying his words.

"Could've fooled me." Her words cut like the tooth of a viper. Remy placed a hand on her shoulder, his eyes anchored on Scott.

"It's... S'okay. Jus' do what he asked, lapin." He assured her gently. Rogue hung her head.

"I won't find anythang, right?" Her lip trembled as she searched his face for the truth. She wasn't sure she even knew what the truth was anymore after Sinister took her. He grimaced, suspiciously quiet. Logan watched the train wreck in horror, realizing he needed to address Scott alone about his behavior. 'Why won't he just deny it. Give her somethin', kid.' Rogue's stomach heaved as she tried to peel her glove off. Scott gingerly expedited the process, his eyes on Remy.

"Just for a little while." Scott pleaded, Ororo behind him. Rogue hung her head. Remy was on trial but she felt guilty.

"I don't want to." She asserted one last time, her gaze lingering on Remy. 'I won't find anything, right?' Her hand shook violently before she placed it on Remy's chin. He didn't make a sound as his knees buckled, Rogue catching him with ease and setting him in a chair. She fixed his hair, feeling like a monster for prying into his head. She stood silently for a moment, memory after memory assaulting her.

A memory she didn't remember of sex popped in her mind. Except her hair is a deep red, almost the color of spilled blood and white. 'What?' She thought. 'Is this me? Me and...' No. He had never violently rutted her like this. So carelessly used her to feel good himself. They had only had sex once together, on the floor of the X-Jet. This was a lavish bedroom, filled with plush purple velvet and gold curtains. His hand was jammed around her throat, no inhibitor on her skin.

She squealed, pathetic and weak in comparison to the real Rogue. 'The clone!'

She cried out at the suddenness of the memory, sweat pouring down her brow. "You pushed her too hard," Logan snarled, making his way to her side with Kurt.

It was supposed to be a wedding. The blonde man laid dead on the ground while dozens and dozens of women screamed. It looked like a bomb had gone off in his chest, blasted from the inside out. A younger Remy is tripping over himself to get away, covered in the blood of one of his long time friends. "HE KILLED HIM," A girl is shouting. "HE KILLED HIM! HE'S DEAD!" She cried shrilly, collapsing in the arms of the groomsmen.

"Get him!"

"Find him!" The wedding became a riot as they tore through, looking for the young mutant. He had manifested his powers years ago, but every now and then they flared out in blasts he could not control, incendiary explosions of varying degrees. But this one had killed. He could never take that back.

Rogue screamed again, a tear sliding down her face. Then she opened her eyes and grabbed Remy by the throat. Kitty let out a whimper as Logan tried to pry her from him. "Stripes,"

"Oh my god..." Bobby whispered, watching her reaction. "Sinister was telling the truth?"

"HOW COULD YOU," She screamed, tears flowing freely down her face. She tightened her grip but Remy didn't make a sound. Scott's lip curled as he looked at the mutant. Sinister had been telling the truth the whole time. She lifted him high in the air and Ororo's eyes glowed white as she watched. Logan shook his head in disbelief as Rogue's cocked fist trembled. "Evan, Remy. You dragged him here..."

"Remy didn't kill'im." He pressed, a solemn look on his face.

"You sent the Merauders after 'em!" She screeched. Logan snarled as he shot his claws out. "You found the most vicious mutants, you knew they stood no chance!"

"They were peaceful..." He began, his dark eyes locked on the young mutant. Rogue dropped Remy once she finally realized she was never going to hit him. He dropped to his knees and offered his neck to Logan's claws. He got down on his knees and shut his eyes. Logan inhaled sharply. He didn't move for a moment, studying Remy carefully.

"Remy deserve to die fo' dat an' otha t'ings." He said bitterly, thinking about all the decisions he'd made that led up to that point. He was surprised when Logan didn't take up the offer. Rogue kept her back turned, still involuntarily scrolling through Remy's highlight reel. Logan made no movements. Scott came beside him.

"It's up to you." He told the clawed mutant, his face blank. He wouldn't mind seeing some of Remy's blood spill for the things he'd done. He tried to keep that to himself. Logan looked at the X-Men's leader in shock. He pulled his claws back and turned away, moving over beside Kitty. Scott snorted. "Fine. Gambit, you are banished from the X-Men, and from fraternizing with anyone associated w-"

"Wait!" Rogue cried, tears streaming down her face. "You bastard." She pulled him to a standing position and slapped him. The force made Remy's ears ring. "Why did you never tell the professor you couldn't fully control your powers!" She glared at him, her voice rising with every word. "You turned to Sinister to help control your powers. Up until that you were prone to lapses in control, that's what you've always been so afraid of! Hurting somebody on accident!" She rattled off, her mind seamlessly melded with his. "It was a debt you were never able to repay to Sinister, until you fled to us..."

He turned away, neither confirming or denying what she said. "He left Evan here to die. He showed those bastards where the Morlocks lived, he can't stay here!" Scott shouted, his eyes hard behind his glasses. "He betrayed us! He betrayed us when he didn't say anything!" He jabbed an accusing finger at him. Ororo's eyes followed him. Remy sighed.

"He's right." He said curtly. "I sat on it. Tried to do lots'a lil' t'ings to make up fo' it. An' it don'." He looked apologetically at Rogue. "I don deserve to be here." He conceded bitterly, his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Glad you agree." Scott answered without a shred of empathy. Rogue glowered at him.

"Ah had to touch him and sift through the memories, shouldn't Ah decide what the punishment is?" Her voice was venomous. Scott placed his mouth into a grim line, almost impressed with her tenacity.

"Fair is fair, Slim." Logan commented. He sniffed.

"Okay, Rogue. What do you suggest?" She looked past him into Ororo's eyes.

"Storm should decide." All eyes floated to the weather goddess. Remy dropped his, feeling like he didn't deserve to look at her. She wrapped olive green and earth tan shawls around her as she approached Remy quickly. She whipped her hand out and slapped him across the face. The sound echoed through the big conference room. With that, she continued past him out of the room. Rogue sighed with relief.

The room cleared out quickly, leaving Rogue and Scott alone.

"I had to-" Scott began, but she backed away from him quickly and out the door. He stayed, his feet anchored to the ground as if by cement. Rogue's pace quickened as she stomped through the compound, not even halted by by Logan's and Kurt's following stares. She lifted in the air and phased seamlessly out of the compound, into the wilderness.

Logan started to follow her when Laura stopped him, peering into his face with dark eyes. "You're hurt." She pressed. "I'll track her first. I can heal." He opened his mouth to protest but she shook her head. "No buts." She growled. He chuckled to himself when he realized how well he taught her. She wasn't a scrappy little girl anymore, she was growing into a woman. One he soon wouldn't be able to order around. Without another word they slipped out of the door, tracking Rogue's scent.

D.C SHIELD Headquarters , Feb. 10th 2:31 pm

Steve stared at the massive screen, multiple news footage clips playing at once. It had been suspiciously quiet since Apocalypse had been revived. Steve had been anxious for some sort of lead on the first mutant. Everyone had been training and researching tirelessly, but it became clear very quick that Apocalypse wasn't going to move until he wanted to move. And that was bad.

He sighed as Natasha stood next to him, two cups of black coffee in her hands. He nodded graciously and accepted one, his eyes locked on the screen. "You seen Tony?" He murmured after a sip. She shook her head no.

Tony had slipped out quietly moments before. He hadn't told his teammates that his tech was still tracking a certain mutant signature, and it had started to flare. His suit still wasn't 100% after the damage it ate in Egypt, but if this was a sign of Apocalypse he would do now and ask for forgiveness later. It was a quick flight from his suit to the Connecticut wilderness, 300+ miles covered in 15 minutes. A sudden, violent storm was brewing on the horizon.

'Is this her...' He wondered to herself. The temperature would rise twenty degrees, then fall back to regular February weather. Then the sun would be blazing then cold again. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He'd never experienced anything like it, and it was getting more intense the closer he got. 'Mother of god...' He thought.

He strained through the whipping storm to a secluded cliffside. At the epicenter of the chaos, the mutant girl sat alone. He could tell it was her from her silvery bangs, even though she'd cut her hair. He hovered in indecision, realizing only then he wasn't sure what he'd say. 'I don't see Apocalypse... This is all her. Is she upset about something?' He laughed morbidly, there was plenty to be upset about.

She sat on the cliffs edge, tucked into herself. He lowered in front of her slowly. She turned to the suit and glared for a long moment. "How did you know I'm here?" She asked hoarsely. Tony blinked.

"My suit tracks your mutant signature." He answered honestly, both his arms anchored at his side. Rogue sniffed.

"Hoping to find Apocalypse?" She answered wryly, staring out into the storm she was generating. Tony shrugged. 'Trust me, next time you see him you won't.'

"Basically." She snorted.

"If only it were that easy." Tony jerked when a slender body scaled the stormy terrain with ease, her teeth bared. Dark hair clung to her suntanned skin.

"You," She snarled, pointing her two claws at him. She jumped through the pelting rain in front of her and Tony. "What are you doing here?" She demanded suspiciously. Rogue turned her stare back to Tony. 'Here to kill me...' She wondered. As her mind drifted back to the conundrum of Apocalypse she wished somebody would. The storm raged even worse, lightning cracked in the sky.

Both Laura and Tony flinched. "It's dangerous for you both, here." She said blankly. "You should get out of the storm." She stared out over the horizon at something only she could see. Visions. Sentinels lighting up the night sky, turning the future in a wasteland. "No more mutants" ringing through her head like a war cry. And flames, flames as far as the eye can see.

"Jesus, girl..." Logan's tired voice ripped Rogue from the psychic images plaguing her mind. "What time is it?" Tony watched as the storm finally seemed to let up in intensity. The sun battled with the artificial clouds to come through. Logan trudged through the muddy terrain around Rogue and dropped to her side. The flashing weather, rising and dropping temperatures, the slight tremors... He knew it was her powers from miles away. "Wanna talk about it?" He asked breathlessly.

Thunder clapped as if to answer. Tony watched in amazement as Logan examined the girl's claws, busted through her gloves. "They hurt, don't they?" Even with his healing factor, they'd always bothered him. She nodded, her lip trembling. Laura reached out with a gloved hand and rubbed pressure point on Rogue's hand. Tony slowly realized they all had the claws in one manner or another.

"Thanks..." Rogue murmured, finally allowing the storm to dissipate. The sun broke out and it was like it never rained. Tony examined the glinting raindrops shining on his suit like mini rainbows. He had seen a lot in his life, but he wasn't sure he'd ever get used to mutants. Logan's hard eyes rose to the man in machinery.

"Why the hell are you tracking her?" His voice was low, and gravelly. Tony held out his hands.

"I saw a flare of energ-"

"Bullshit." Logan snapped.

"Just came to investigate, not to-" Both Clint and Natasha appeared, zipping up the cliffside with his gun. He aimed an arrow quickly, Natasha's hands over her guns. Rogue rose slowly to her feet, watching the Avengers with untrusting eyes. Bucky was next, and then Steve. None of them looked too eager to start a fight. Logan shot his claws out anyways.

"Is that what this is?" He looked at all the agents with a hard eye.

"Not at all," Steve explained. "We were just,"

"Following him." Natasha explained, gesturing to Tony. He laughed nervously.

"Trying to stop me from making another mistake! You know me..." He burned under the three mutant's eyes. Logan ushered Rogue and Laura towards leaving.

"Stay away from us." He said, hid voice firm. "If Scott were here, this would've gone very differently." With that, they disappeared into the wilderness. All eyes turned to Tony, whose brow was beginning to sweat.

"In my defense, I didn't do anything wrong. Yet." Natasha huffed, giving Clint an exasperated look.

"Yeah, that has a direct correlation to us being here." He quipped, walking beside his partner. Steve didn't know whether to laugh or to groan.

"When are you going to learn?" Tony shrugged.

"I've always been like this, Cap."