"Hurry up, Rose!" The Doctor's muffled voice reached her, even in the 1970's section of the wardrobe; an impressive feat.
"You do realize we have a time machine and therefore cannot be late!" She called back, shaking her head to herself. She couldn't hear a response, and so just assumed he was grumbling.
"But you can be early," the TARDIS informed her, almost smugly.
Rose sighed, and put back the cut off denim overalls she'd been considering. "What did you do, Red?"
"You were needed elsewhere. Try rack thirty-four B on the eighth floor." Damn cryptic ship.
Rose went obligingly to the rack the TARDIS suggested, and raised an eyebrow. "Victorian dresses? Why did you send us to the Victorian era?" The TARDIS remained frustratingly silent.
Rose emerged into the console room about twenty minutes later, dressed in a light peach gown with minimal petticoats and a small bustle on the back. It had been the least cumbersome dress she'd been able to find in the wardrobe, and she thought longingly of the age of pants that she wished they could have landed in instead.
"Good, you're finally—" The Doctor popped up from under the grating when he heard her coming, but froze and stopped talking when he caught sight of her. Rose waited, keeping her expression carefully neutral as his eyes raked over her Victorian-era-clad body.
"Nineteen," he mumbled at last, his eyes coming to a rest on her face. "I said 1979, not 1879. Don't get me wrong, you look beautiful, er, lovely, ah nice. You look nice. But not appropriate for the 70's at all. Especially not the late 70's, though, honestly, a bin bag might be more appropriate for the late 70's. Especially at an Ian Dury concert; no you need to go change, you'll die of heat stroke in that thing and then what'll I do?" He seemed to regain himself a bit near the end, and cut off what Rose was pretty sure could have ended up being a very long ramble indeed.
"Humor me," Rose shrugged, and went to the door.
There was some quiet mumbling from behind her, but Rose heard the sounds of the Doctor pulling himself out from under the grating completely. "Fine," he told her, smirking, and brushing past her to the door. "But you're going to feel awfully silly when I open this door and we're…" He'd opened the door while he was talking, and stepped out, looking at her all the while. When he finally glanced at his surroundings, he saw that they were surrounded by Scottish soldiers with guns, which caused him to falter. "…in 1879." He turned to glare at Rose, who was stepping daintily out of the TARDIS. "Did you press a button?" He asked accusingly.
"You will explain your presence," one of the soldiers—the leader, probably a Captain, it seemed—ordered in a Scottish accent.
The Doctor brightened almost immediately. "Are we in Scotland?" He asked, affecting his own Scottish accent. Rose let her head fall into her hand.
"How can you be ignorant of that?" The Captain asked suspiciously.
"Oh, I'm—I'm dazed and confused," the Doctor started, before Rose cut across him.
"Quite right he is. You'll have to excuse my brother here, gets lost in his mind sometimes, the poor dear," Rose smiled sympathetically at the glaring Doctor, and patted his arm.
"Let them approach," an imperious voice called from a carriage, interrupting whatever (possibly clever, most likely long winded) response the Doctor had prepared for Rose's little stunt.
"I don't think that's wise, ma'am," the Captain called towards the carriage, obviously reluctant and still suspicious of Rose and the Doctor. Rose tried to smile disarmingly at him; she was pretty sure it just made it worse.
"Let them approach," the voice said again, more firmly now.
Rose smirked at the guard, then linked arms with the Doctor as they made their way to the carriage. As they drew level with the carriage, a footman pulled the door open, revealing an older woman wearing a black gown. Rose immediately dropped into a curtsey. "Doctor, might I introduce her Majesty Queen Victoria. Empress of India and Defender of the Faith."
"I thought I recognized your voice, Dame Rose," Queen Victoria commented, looking Rose up and down. The Doctor glanced at her with an eyebrow raised in question; Rose ignored him. "When I saw you last, you said you were going to India. You seemed to have made a wrong turn," The Queen observed wryly.
"Ah, yes, well," Rose chuckled nervously, reaching up to tug on her ear—and unconscious habit she'd picked up from the Doctor. "My brother here wrote to me, requesting my presence, so I had to make a slight change in plans."
"I see…" Queen Victoria murmured, turning her gaze now to the Doctor and looking him over shrewdly. The Doctor smiled and waved slightly. Her eyes switched back over to Rose. "And where is your other brother? Jack, I believe his name was?"
"Ah, he, um, moved to America. Always a bit of a rebel, our Jack."
"Good, good. Maybe America would be a bit more…apt to deal with him. But what of you two? What brings you all the way out here?"
"We took a walk away from our carriage, and seemed to have gone much further than we realized," the Doctor supplied, for which Rose was grateful; she was running out of lies.
"Sir Robert MacLeish lives but ten miles hence. We'll send word ahead, he'll shelter us for tonight, then we can reach Balmoral tomorrow," the Captain from earlier informed them, riding over on his horse.
"Dame Rose and her brother will be accompanying us," the Queen stated. "It is almost nightfall, and if the two of you have walked as far as you say, then you shall need shelter for the night."
"Thank you, ma'am," The Doctor and Rose said simultaneously.
The Captain nodded, albeit reluctantly. "Yes, ma'am. We had better get going."
"Indeed. And there are stories of wolves in these parts. Fanciful tales intended to scare the children. But good for the blood, I think. Drive on!" The footman closed the door to the Queen's carriage, and the procession began moving again.
Rose and the Doctor walked together behind the carriage, their arms still linked. "Dame Rose? What were you and Jack doing in the Victorian Era?" He asked quietly, leaning his head down close to hers.
Rose shrugged, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of her lips. "We got bored. I managed to fix his vortex manipulator a few times, but we couldn't go very far. I didn't have the right tech to fix it properly. We had something of a run in with Herself up there…" Rose grinned, her tongue peeking out. "Queen Vicky wasn't overly fond of Jack; he still pouts about it!" She giggled.
The walk to Sir Robert MacLeish's estate was a bit long, but pleasant. Rose told the Doctor of her and Jack's exploits when they were last in 1879, the Doctor taking far too much pleasure in the fact that Queen Victoria hadn't liked Jack.
Night was falling when they reached the estate, and Rose raised an eyebrow upon seeing the name. "Look," she murmured, elbowing the Doctor and pointing to the sign proclaiming the estate to be called "Torchwood."
"Isn't that where Jack-?" The Doctor murmured. Rose nodded. "Curious…"
They were given a quick tour of the house, but the most interesting room by far was the one that housed Sir Robert's late father's telescope. It was a beautiful piece of work—completely useless, mind you, far too many prisms and the magnification was way over the top—and both Rose and the Doctor admired it (especially once Rose got the Doctor to stop pointing out the telescope's flaws).
They all retired to their rooms afterwards, with the intention of reconvening for diner at seven. Rose and the Doctor were given rooms right across from each other, but each chose to stay in their own rooms for a bit, rather than socialize with one another.
Rose hummed to herself as she looked around the room. It was nice, charming; cozy with wood tones, and a large bed. It would do as a replacement for her room on the TARDIS for one night, at least.
An odd noise caught her attention after a few moments. It was…like breathing, but irregular. Rose went still, listening for the source of the breathing before she quietly made her way towards a wardrobe. Grasping the handles, she took a deep breath, then threw them open, ready for an attack.
Instead, she was met with the sight of a maid; a very frightened, rather young, maid.
"It's alright, you're safe, I'm not going to hurt you," Rose said softly, smiling reassuringly. She held out a hand to the maid to help her out of the closet. The maid took Rose's hand hesitantly, but allowed Rose to pull her from the closet.
"What's happened that has you so frightened?" Rose asked, leading the maid over to sit on the bed.
The maid bunched her apron in her hands in attempt to still her shaking. "They came through the house…" she whispered, her voice quivering a bit. "The incitements, they took the Steward and the Master. And my Lady," she added desperately.
Rose frowned, wondering who "they" were. "Listen, I'm here with a friend—we can help you. Let's go talk to him, and we'll work something out, alright?" Rose smiled kindly, and placed a hand on the girl's shoulder in an attempt to calm her.
"Oh, but I can't, Miss," the girl insisted, shaking her head almost violently.
"What's your name?" Rose asked after a moment, trying to figure out how to calm the poor girl.
"Flora, Miss."
"Flora, we'll be safe," Rose promised. "There's more people arrived downstairs; soldiers and everything, and they can help us. I promise. Come on. Okay? Come on." With a bit of cajoling, Rose managed to convince Flora to leave the room. They'd only just stepped into the hall when Rose was grabbed harshly from the side, her shoulder colliding with something solid, yet very human. She opened her mouth to scream, but a hand clamped down over her mouth, and a strange smell filled her nose. She struggled against her attackers as the color seemed to drip out of the world, trying desperately to make some sort of noise to alert the Doctor to her predicament.
Waking up again; such an odd feeling, the sudden awareness of one's surroundings…she wasn't sure how she felt about it yet. There were voices around her, loud and insistent, quiet and hesitant.
Rose…Rose…Wolf…Rose…
So many different voices, so many meaningless words.
Her eyes drifted open as she took in her surroundings once more. They'd moved her; she was in an overly sterile room with metal tools…an infirmary of some sort, she thought.
She tried to sit up, but found her arms and legs had been strapped to the table she was lying on. Some instinctual understanding of facial muscles caused her to bare her teeth in a silent growl.
Faces appeared in her field of vision: the unimportant man and woman from earlier, a man whose existence was almost as abominable as her own, and the hated man. All shoving their heads into the space above her own, peering down at her like she was some sort of specimen.
She supposed she was.
"Let me go," she demanded, voice dead pan and eyes focused on the hated one. He had the power here; that she knew. Her sister was yelling again. How she wished to silence her.
"Rose…" His voice was…odd, strained almost. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Rose I know you're…confused right now, and angry, but we're going to take care of you, alright? You just need to stay in here for a little while."
She stared at him for a moment, considering. "Why do you keep calling me that?" She asked finally.
He blinked. "It's…it's your name, isn't it?"
"A stolen name for a stolen body. I have no name."
"Rose…" he whispered, his voice odd again.
She closed her eyes and refused to talk to any of them after that, waiting for them to leave her. She opened her eyes once she was sure they were gone, and twisted her wrist (oh, physical pain—now that she remembered) until she could place a finger on one of her bindings. Golden light started to swirl as she concentrated. If they thought they would be able to keep her here with something as simple as these straps, they were sorely mistaken…
Rose's eyes snapped open, and she half expected to find herself in the TARDIS infirmary, still strapped to that table.
"Don't make a sound," A woman whispered to her, her eyes glued on something Rose couldn't see from her position.
Rose stifled a groan and pulled herself upright. She was in a basement…or a dungeon. Depended on whether she wanted to be optimistic or pessimistic. Taking in the lack of lighting and the household staff she was chained to, Rose decided to go with dungeon.
"Sorry, what?" Rose mumbled at last, shaking her head to clear the last of whatever drug they'd used on her.
"They said if we scream or shout, then he will slaughter us," the woman insisted.
Rose looked to the other side of the room where the woman, and all the others, were staring in fear. In the scant lighting, she could just barely make out a cage, with a man sitting hunched over inside of it.
"But…he's in a cage. He's a prisoner, like us," Rose muttered, keeping her eyes glued on the figure. He was just another prisoner. Right?
"He's nothing like us," the woman whispered, her voice shaking with fear. "That creature is not mortal."
As if he heard them—which was very possible, Rose supposed—the man lifted his head to stare at them with completely black eyes.
Right, time to come up with an escape plan, then. First thing's first: she needed to know just what she was dealing with.
Slowly, her eyes on the black-eyed man, Rose stood and began to walk towards him, drawing as close as the chains would allow her. The woman who'd been speaking to her begged her not to, but Rose ignored her. "Who are you?" She asked gently. It was possible this creature really was just as trapped as they were; best to approach him with kindness, first. "Where are you from? You're not from Earth. What planet are you from?"
"Oh…" the man crooned, his voice thick with malice as he drew the syllable out. "Intelligence…"
Okay, so that wasn't the best of signs. "Where were you born?" Rose tried again.
"This body... ten miles away... a weakling, heartsick boy." His voice was slow, almost light sounding. It raised the small hairs on the back of Rose's neck. "Stolen away at night by the brethren from my cultivation. I carved out his soul and sat in his heart." The creature bared its teeth as it spoke, the lightness replaced with a heavy darkness.
"Alright," Rose murmured, refusing to show her fear. "So the body's human…but what about you? Inside of it, controlling it. What are you?"
"So far from home…" the creature murmured, almost sadly.
"If you want to get back home, we can help," Rose offered. If they could keep him docile for now, offer him something he wanted…then maybe there was a chance they could all get out of this alive. If not…Rose didn't even know what he was yet, but she was nearly positive that things were not going to work out in their favor if this thing became angry.
"Why would I leave this place?" He asked, almost curiously. "A world of industry, of workforce and warfare. I could turn it to such purpose." The sinister tone was back, and Rose's mind raced to come up with an escape plan. There was no reasoning with him now, she knew that tone of voice; it was the tone that said he'd found something he wanted, and he had a plan to get it. It was a tone that implied death was coming.
"How would you do that?" She asked, stalling now, her eyes glancing around the room for anything she could use to break the chains.
"I would migrate to the Holy Monarch."
That caught Rose's attention. "You mean Queen Victoria?" She asked, eyes focused on him once more.
"With one bite, I would pass into her blood. And then it begins. The Empire of the Wolf!" Oh, this was so not good… "So many questions…" he tilted his head, observing Rose curiously, then lunged forward with a snarl, making Rose and the others jump. "Look!" He murmured excitedly. "Look inside your eyes, you've seen it too!"
"Seen what?" Gotta get out, gotta get out…
"The Wolf! There is something of the wolf about you." His last word came out as a snarl.
Rose stilled. "How did you know that?" She murmured, her fear forgotten in her curiosity. She tried to take a step closer to him, but the chains binding her held her in place.
"You burned like the sun," he spat in disgust. "But all I require is the moon."
As if on cue, the cellar doors (oh, she was back to thinking of it as a basement, that was good! Meant she was optimistic….now how the hell was she going to get out of here…) were thrown open, allowing the moonlight from the full moon to pour in, streaming across the floor like liquid, until it landed on the creature in the cage. He sighed, almost as if in bliss, and pressed his face to the cage to further feel the light.
"Moonlight," he crooned, a smile crossing his face.
"Right, question time's over!" Rose announced hurrying back over to the other prisoners. "Don't look at him, alright? Listen to me!" She yelled urgently, over the sound of the rising wind. "Don't look at him! Grab a hold of the chain, and pull!"
Growling came from the cage, but Rose kept shouting at the others not to look; they were of no use to her if they started panicking over a man turning into a…well, wolf, if she had to guess. She really hoped not, thought. "With me! Pull!" She urged them on, watching the bolts holding the chain to the wall slowly loosen.
'Come on…come on…let go!' They were low on time. Every second, the screams coming from the cage sounded less and less human, and more and more animalistic. She did not want to be around when he finished!
"One, two, three, Pull!" And the chain finally fell free of the wall, clattering to the floor. Seconds later, the Doctor burst into the room, sonic at the ready. "Where the hell have you been?" Rose snapped, then started ushering the others out of the room. The man in the cage was a man no more, not even in appearance. Rose risked a glance at him before the Doctor pulled her from the room and started running.
He was huge, and furry, with rippling muscles. His teeth alone could kill several of them in one bite, and the claws were just overkill (hah, get it? Overkill? Okay, maybe not the best time to be making puns…) at this point.
"Oh, that is beautiful," the Doctor muttered, glancing over his shoulder.
"Stop admiring the thing that's trying to kill us and run!" Rose snapped. Honestly, it was the Slitheen all over again.
A howl echoed behind them as they ran.
They had barricaded themselves in the library; what was left of them, anyway. They hadn't seen Lady Isobel or the other women (save Rose and the Queen) in a long time, and many of the soldiers had died after they thought they'd killed the wolf.
It was just Rose, the Doctor, Sir Robert, and Queen Victoria now. The wolf seemed unable to penetrate the walls of this room, which were made of mistletoe (the Doctor kindly informed them after licking a wall. The quirks that man had…), though the monks surrounding the house kept them from trying to escape through a window. For the moment, they were well and truly trapped.
They were all flipping through books, trying to find something useful. Though, honestly, Rose doubted very much that they would be able to find something to help them defeat a lupine wavelength haemovariform (as the creature had been identified as) in an Earth book.
"Oh," the Doctor murmured, drawing Rose's attention. He'd been perched on a ladder, but he jumped down now, staring intently into the book he was holding. "Look at what your old dad found," he muttered to Sir Robert as he made his way to a table. "Something fell to Earth."
Rose hurried over to stare at the illustration in the book. It looked like some sort of rock falling from the sky. "Some sort of primitive spaceship?" Rose asked, frowning as she traced the rock like picture with a finger.
"No, a shooting star," Sir Robert corrected.
'Same thing,' Rose thought to herself. She'd like to say it aloud, but apparently the Doctor was the rude one in their relationship.
"Listen to this," Sir Robert continued, reading aloud from the book now. "'In the year of our Lord, 1540, under the reign of King James the Fifth, an almighty fire did burn in the pit.' That's the Glen of Saint Catherine just by the Monastery."
"Over three hundred years…" Rose murmured, and looked up at the Doctor. "What do you think it's been waiting for?"
"Maybe just a single cell survived," the Doctor mused. "Adapting slowly down the generations. It survived through the humans. Host after host after host."
"But why does it want the throne?" Sir Robert protested. Rose had to admit, the man was taking this business of aliens and werewolves very well.
"It said the Empire of the Wolf…" Rose muttered, looking away. "The devastation it could cause…History accelerated. Rocket ships fueled by coal and steam…History would be completely destroyed…"
"Sir Robert!" The Queen shouted suddenly. She'd been fairly useless in all this, and Rose was rather disappointed in her.
"If I am to die here," she started. Sir Robert, being the loyal (despite the whole letting evil monks and a werewolf take over his house thing) subject he was, cut her off to protest the death of his queen. "I would destroy myself rather than let that creature infect me." 'There's the Queen Vic I know,' Rose smiled to herself. "But that's no matter. I ask only that you find some place of safekeeping for something far older and more precious than myself."
"Hardly the time to worry about your valuables," The Doctor muttered, still pouring over the tome on the table.
"Thank you for opinion," Queen Victoria glared. "But there is nothing more valuable than this." She reached into her bag and pulled out a diamond.
"Is that the Koh-I-Noor?" Rose asked, slightly amazed. She had a slight weakness for shiny things in this body, not that she would admit it.
"Oh yes…" the Doctor murmured, interested now. "The greatest diamond in the world.
"Given to me as the spoils of war," Queen Victoria explained as she looked at it. "Perhaps its legend is now coming true. It is said that whoever owns it must surely die."
"That's true of anything if you own it long enough," Rose shrugged.
"May I?" The Doctor asked, holding out his hand. Queen Victoria handed it to him, which surprised Rose a bit. She thought that the Queen might be a bit less willing to hand the most valuable jewel in the world over to a man she'd know for less than a day. But then, there was a werewolf prowling outside the door, so stranger things had happened. "That is so beautiful," the Doctor murmured as he examined it.
"Where is the wolf?" Sir Robert muttered, wandering away. "I don't like this silence."
"Why do you travel with it?" Rose asked curiously.
"My annual pilgrimage," The Queen explained. "I'm taking it to Helier and Carew. The Royal Jewelers at Hazelhead. The stone needs re-cutting."
"Oh, but it's perfect!" Rose protested, eyeing the diamond.
"My late husband never thought so," Queen Victoria responded, a bit sadly.
"Now, there's a fact," the Doctor said, removing his glasses (which Rose knew for a fact he didn't need—he just thought they made him look smart. They did.) "Prince Albert kept on having the Koh-I-Noor cut down. It used to be forty percent bigger than this. But he was never happy. Kept on cutting and cutting."
"He always said…" the Queen paused. "That the shine was not quite right. He died with it unfinished."
"Unfinished…" The Doctor mused, and Rose could practically see the circuits going into overdrive in his head. "Oh yes!" He tossed the diamond to the Queen, who caught it with a glare. "There's a lot of unfinished business in this house. His father's research—your husband, Ma'am, he came here and he sought the perfect diamond; hold on, hold on—" he rubbed a hand through his hair violently as he tried to work it out. Rose sat back to watch. "All these separate things, they're not separate at all, they're connected! Oh, my head, my head! What if—this house, it's a trap for you—is that right, Ma'am?" He whirled to face Queen Victoria.
"Obviously," she sniffed.
"At least, that's what the wolf intended. But! What if there's a trap inside the trap?" He exclaimed. Rose grinned slowly, understanding dawning on her. She let out a quiet laugh. Oh, those brilliant humans…
"Explain yourself, Doctor," Queen Victoria demanded.
"What if his father and your husband weren't just telling each other stories." He was fairly dancing now, he was so excited. "They dared to imagine all this was true. And they planned against it. Laying the real trap not for you... but for the wolf."
A bit of plaster rained down on their heads, and they looked as one towards the glass domed ceiling to see the wolf pacing on the glass, cracking it. "That wolf there," Rose muttered, tossing aside her book.
"Run run run!" The Doctor yelled, ushering the Queen from the room, tossing aside the barricades they'd so carefully constructed. They slammed the doors behind them and took off running once more. "We've got to get to the observatory!" The Doctor yelled.
The wolf was gaining on them, snarling. Rose watched the others turn the corner, then turned to face the wolf, screaming at it in rage and letting her eyes go gold. The Wolf skidded to a halt, almost whimpering.
A pan of water flew out of nowhere it struck the wolf in the face; it snarled and ran away. Rose turned and saw Lady Isobel.
"Nice shot!" The Doctor shouted; apparently he'd come back when he'd noticed Rose was gone.
"It was mistletoe!" Lady Isobel responded, a bit out of breath.
Sir Robert went to his wife immediately, and the two took a moment together.
"What were you thinking?" The Doctor hissed, glaring at Rose before crushing her in a hug.
"He said something to me in the cellar…" She muttered from where her face was pressed against his chest. "That I had something of the wolf about me…and that I had burned like the sun." She shrugged, and pulled away from him. "I thought I'd try it, and it worked," she grinned.
The Doctor hugged her again. "Don't ever scare me like that again," he ordered, and pressed a kiss to her hair. Rose thought she felt a bit of extra blood in her cheeks.
Lady Isobel and the other women (save Rose and the Queen) took off for the kitchens once more. "Come on!" The Doctor yelled, and the remaining four took off for the observatory.
They made it there in record time, and slammed the doors shut. "No mistletoe in these doors your father wanted the wolf to get inside!" The Doctor growled, spinning around, trying to find something to block the doors with. "Get inside I just need time! Is there any way of barricading this?!"
"Just do your work and I'll defend it," Sir Robert ordered.
The Doctor ignored him. "If we could bind them shut with rope or something!"
"I said I'd find you time, Sir," Sir Robert said determinedly. "Now get inside."
Rose stepped forward, ready to protest. Maybe her little trick would work a second time, maybe no one else would have to die…
The Doctor put a hand on her shoulder to still her and keep her quiet. "Good man," he said solemnly.
Sir Robert nodded, and went out into the hall, closing the door behind him.
"Your majesty, the diamond if you please," the Doctor said, turning to the Queen.
"For what purpose?" She demanded. Oh, now she wanted to be all grabby. Figures.
"The purpose it was designed for."
Things finished rather quickly after that; they got the diamond into the telescope where it was able to magnify the moon's light and destroy the werewolf. It managed to cut Queen Victoria (not that she would admit it) beforehand though.
Sir Robert died defending his queen, and he would be remembered with honor.
Rose and the Doctor were knighted (Rose had to admit to the Queen that the title of "Dame" she'd been using had been a lie first; that had not been a pleasant conversation), and then banished in the next breath.
Now they were just relaxing on the TARDIS, drifting in the Vortex.
"Werewolves…I meet the strangest creatures traveling with you," Rose murmured to the Doctor, leaning on his shoulder. They were both sitting on the jump seat, the Doctor propping his longer legs up on the console, while Rose sat with her shorter ones curled underneath her.
"Hm," The Doctor smiled. "Someday we'll do vampires," he promised, grinning. There was silence for a moment. "There's still one thing I don't understand, though," he said, pulling away so he could look at her, frowning.
"What?"
"How'd you know we were going to the 1800's?" He demanded.
Rose grinned, and settled back down against him. "A little bird told me."
A bit lighter on all the secrets this time, but you get another look at Rose's first day! I'm trying to shorten these chapters a bit, because I honestly do not need to include as much as I do. I think I'm failing in the shortening aspect, though.
So there are some episodes coming up that I'm really looking forward to! The Girl in the Fireplace, The Age of Steel, The Stan Pit, Doomsday... I've been wondering, have you guys started to guess how I'm going to do Doomsday? I'm curious.
Also, if you're curious about Rose's dress, I posted a link to it on my profile. Here's hoping it works!
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Until next time!