14 - Nightmare

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-Spoiler Alert : Spoilers of the first season of Supernatural.

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"Dean, Dean. Alex" Sam shakes us awake.

"What?" I mumbled burying my face in the pillow.

"What are you doing man, it's the middle of the night" Dean said tiredly.

I sit up to see Sam gathering his thing in a hurry.

"We have to go" he said.

"Why?" I ask worried.

"What's happening?" Dean added.

"We have to go. Right now" Sam grabs his bag and walks out.

I glance at Dean who shrugs "you better pack".

I grab my things and join Sam in the Impala. Dean joins us seconds later and we go on the road going God knows where. Sam explained us he had a nightmare of a guy dying in his car in the garage. I still don't understand why he is freaking out, everyone does nightmare.

"McReady. Detective McReady. Badge number 158" Sam read from a fake ID on the phone "I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two door sedan, Michigan licence plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven. Yeah ok, just hurry".

"Sammy relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare" Dean assured him.

"Yeah, tell me about it" Sam scoffed.

"I mean it. You know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. This licence plate, it won't check out. You'll see".

"It felt different Dean. Real" Sam insisted "like when I dreamt about our old house. And Jessica".

Right there I understood how serious it is.

"Yeah, that makes sense. You're dreaming about our house, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?" Dean asks Sam.

"No".

"No. Exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan".

"I don't know" Sam admitted.

"Me neither" Dean sighed.

"Yes I'm here" Sam says to the phone and grab a pen "Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address? Got it. Thanks" he hangs up "checks out. How far are we?"

"From Saginaw? Couple hours".

"Drive faster" Sam ordered.

It's dead serious if Sam asks Dean to drive faster. Usually it's 'speed limit, Dean!'

When we arrive, there's already ambulance's and police car's. Shit, Sam was right. I see a body being zipped into a body bag and load in the ambulance.

We get out of the car and I follow my brothers them to the crowed in front of the house.

"What happened?" Dean asked a random woman.

"Suicide. Can't believe it" she sighed.

"Did you know them?" Sam asks.

"Saw him in every Sunday at St Augustine's. He always seems… seemed, so normal. I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors".

"Guess not" Dean stares in front of him with no emotion.

"How did… ahh. How are they saying it happened?" Sam asks the lady.

"I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car the engine running".

Like in Sam's nightmare. What the hell are they? It's kind of starting to freak me out.

"Do you know about what time they found him?"

"Oh it just happened about an hour or two ago. His poor family. I can't even imagine what they're going through" she said.

I glance at the wife and kid of the victim crying, the boy is a teenager and he only seems… no emotion…

Sam, Dean and I walk back to the car. I sit on the hood, still trying to understand what's happening and my brother's leans beside me.

"Sam we got here as fast we could" Dean told him softly.

"Not fast enough. It doesn't make any sense man. Why would I even have these premonitions if there wasn't a chance I could stop them from happening?"

"I dunno" Dean admitted.

I clear my throat and change subject "so what do you guys think killed him?"

"Maybe the guy just killed himself?" Dean suggested "maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all".

"I'm telling you" Sam shakes his head "I watched it happen. He was murdered by something Dean. I watched it trap him in the garage".

"What was it, a spirit, poltergeist, what?"

"I don't know what it was. I don't know why I'm having these dreams, I don't know what the hell is happening Dean".

I look up at Sam worried. I don't understand shit of what is happening here.

"What?" Sam looks at me.

"Nothing" I shake my head and look at the ground.

"Well, don't look at me like that! Both of you!" Sam exclaimed.

"I'm not looking at you like anything" Dean defends himself looking down and glance back at him "though I gotta say, you do look like crap".

"Nice. Thanks" Sam scoffed.

"Come on" Dean opens the driver's side door "let's just pick this up in the morning. We'll check out the house, talk to the family".

"Dean, you saw that family, they're devastated, they won't talk to us" I remarked.

"Yeah you're right" Dean smirks "but I think I know who they will talk to".

"Who?" Sam asks.

Dean doesn't answer and gets in the car with a big smile. Oh God, it doesn't look good.

I laugh my life. Dean had the worst idea in the whole world. He and Sam are going to go talk to the Millers as priests while I sneak in the house with the EMF meter. Seeing Sam and Dean dressed up as priest it so funny. Oh God. They are all the opposite of being priests, especially Dean.

Sam and Dean goes ring the doorbell. Once they're in, I ran to the back yard and climb the pipe and enter by the window upstairs. I look around, master bedroom, perfect. If a ghost was hunting the father well, he should have let something here. I turn up the EMF, nothing. Great.

I check if there's someone in the hall, no one. I pass the EMF in each room. But there's nothing anywhere. They has to be something! Sam said it that he say something doing it. Maybe Sam was wrong? Man… I don't know what to think anymore…

Getting out of the bathroom, I see some lasers on the floor.

"Found anything?" A voice comes from behind me.

I gasp turning around.

"God, Dean!" I exclaimed quietly "you scared me".

Dean laughs "sorry ankle bitter, find anything?"

"No" I sighed "not even a little".

Sam walks to us.

"Anything?" He asks.

"Zip" Dean answered and glance at me "it's time to go".

I nod and walk in the master bedroom. I get out the window and start climbing down the pipe, but it isn't as solid as I thought. It breaks and I fall in the bushes bruising my arm. We're not even in a danger situation and I'm getting hurt. Typical me.

I join Sam and Dean in the Impala. Dean looks at me strangely.

"What happened to your arm?" He asks.

"I fell in the bushes, the pipe brook" I explained crossing my arms embarrassed.

Dean smiles and starts the engine. This fucker is trying not to laugh and Sam too.

Dean and I are cleaning the guns in silent on the bed. We always do that. I don't know why, when Dad asked us to clean the guns, it's something we do without saying a word. Or, we do some chick-flicks of something that happened recently.

Sam enters the motel room, Dean and I both look at him.

"What do you have?" Dean asks.

"A whole lotta nothing" Sam sighs "nothing bad happened in the Miller house since it was built".

"What about the land?"

"No grave yards, battle fields, tribal lands or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property" Sam sits on the bed beside us.

"I searched the house" I said "no cold spots, sulfur scent or anything supernatural".

"And the family said everything was normal?" Sam asked glancing at Dean.

"Well, if there was a demon or poltergeist in there you think someday would have notices something?" Dean said "I used the infer-red thermal scanner man, Alex the EMF, and there was nothing".

"So what, you think Jim Miller killed himself and my dream was just some sortta freakish coincidence?" Sam asks angrily.

"I dunno" Dean admitted "I'm pretty sure there's nothing supernatural about that house".

"Yeah. Well, maybe it has nothing to do with the house. Maybe it's just… Gosh" he holds his hand to his forehead "maybe it's connected to Jim in some other way?"

"Sammy? Are you okay?" I asked worried.

"Ahh. My head" He crouch on the floor beside the bed.

Both Dean and I get up and crouch beside Sam.

"Sam? Hey" Dean grabs Sam's arm "hey! What's going on? Talk to me".

"Sammy?" I glance at Dean freaking out but he's eyes are blocked on Sam.

Sam looks around and his sight goes in nowhere.

"Sam!" Dean half yelled.

Suddenly Sam comes out of his glare and looks at us.

"It's happening again" he breaths heavily "something's gonna kill Roger Miller".

We rushed to the car and Dean called someone to get the address of that guy. I don't understand what the hell just happened. But I know that I'm still freaking the hell out.

"Roger Miller" Sam said at the phone "ah no, no, just the address please. Ok, thanks" he looks at Dean "450 West Grove, Apartment 1120".

Sam hangs up and sigh.

"You ok?" Dean asks Sam worried.

"Yeah".

"If you're gonna hurl I'll pull the car over you know, cause the upholstery…"

"I'm fine" Sam growled.

"All right".

"Just drive" Sam ordered with a stern voice.

I hope that what Sam thinks going to happen will not happen. Because it's kind of scary to not understand anything.

"Dean I'm scared man" Sam admitted "these nightmares weren't bad enough, now I'm seeing things when I'm awake? And these, visions, or whatever, they're getting more intense. And painful".

"Come on man, you'll be all right" Dean comfort him "it'll be fine".

"What about the Millers. Why am I connected to them, why am I watching them die?" Sam asked "why the hell is this happening to me?"

"Sam, we'll figure it out" I sit at the edge of my seat and glance at Dean then Sam "we always do, Sam. I mean we see strange things each day".

"No. It's never been us" Sam shakes his head "it's never been in the family like this. Tell the truth, you can't tell me that doesn't freak you out".

"It doesn't freak me out" I seriously said staring at him.

I am freaked out.

"This doesn't freak me out" Dean stares at him too.

I'm freaked out as hell, but I have to stay strong for Sammy. I wouldn't like to have those freaky visions. I have to help him out, like he does with me each day.

We see Roger walking to the entrance of his apartment with some groceries. Dean pulls up the Impala and lower the window.

"Hey Roger" Sam called out.

"What are you guys, missionaries? Leave me alone" he spat.

God, asshole.

"Please!" Sam insisted.

But Roger ignores him and turns the corner. Shit.

Dean parks the car and we get out the car running after him.

"Hey. Roger. We're trying to help" Sam said "Please! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey".

Too late. Roger closes the door in Sam's face.

"I don't want your help" Roger growled and walks away.

"We're not priests, you gotta listen to us!" Sam called.

"Roger, you're in danger!" Dean warned.

But he totally ignores them. Dean pulls me by the arm and leads me and Sam away.

"Come on. Come on come on" he mumbled.

We run around the corner to the entrance but it's looked. Dean kicks it open and we climb the fire escape to the first level and run up the stairs. Suddenly I hear a wet squelching noise. I see Sam freeze. Please don't let it be Sam vision… we run up to the railing.

Oh God…

Roger's head is in the flower bed, blood all over the window.

I can't stop staring at it. I've see a lot. But this… The guy was walking like a minute ago. Now he's head is there, and there's so much blood… and Sam's vision was true.

Dean hands me a tissue. I look at him kind of traumatized.

"Start wiping down your fingerprints, we don't want the cops to know we were here" he orders and hand another to Sam but we don't move "come on, come on!"

I jump and grab the tissue and start wiping my prints off of everything I think I touched.

"I'm gonna take a look inside" Dean said.

As he goes, Sam and I only continue to wipe our fingerprints. I take a few looks at the dead head…

"Don't look, Alex" Sam ordered in a small voice.

I nod and do my work. God, I don't even know why I'm such freaking out right know. Is it because Sam's vision was right or the dead head?

Dean joined us and we walked back to the car.

"I'm telling you there was nothing in there" Dean said "no signs either, just like the Miller's house".

"I saw something, in the vison. Like a dark shape" Sam described "something was… something was stalking Roger".

"Whatever it was, are you sure it's not connected to their house?" Dean asked.

"No, it's connected to the family themselves. So what do you think, like a vengeful spirit?"

"Well yeah, there's a few that have been known to latch onto families" Dean agreed "follow them for years".

"Angiak. Banshees" Sam listed.

"Basically like a curse. So maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy, something curse worthy".

"And now the something is out for revenge" Sam finished "and the men in their family are dying. Hey you think Max is in Danger?"

"Let's figure it out before he is" Dean said.

"Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people" Sam sighed.

"What's that?" Dean frowned.

"Both out families are cursed".

"Our family's not cursed!" Dean huffed "we just… had our dark spots".

"Our dark spots are… pretty dark".

"You're… dark" Dean mumbled.

Dean pushes me gently to the car and I get in the back seat staring out the window. We are pretty a dark family. Mom's death. Hunting. Dad's disappearance. Jessica's death. Sam's visions. What could be worst?

The next day, Sam and Dean are again dressed as priest and are currently talking to Max. I'm staying in the car, of course. I lean on the window and close my eyes. This freaking case is giving me a headache.

When they got out of the house, I get out the Impala.

"Hey" I greeted once they joined me "what did you find out?"

"Nothing" Dean sighed.

"I don't think so, Dean" Sam corrected "he sounded scared".

"Yeah" Dean agreed "Max isn't telling us everything. I say we go find the old neighbourhood, find out what life was really like for the Millers".

"Something was off?" I asked not understanding a thing.

"He said that his family is totally normal and happy" Dean said "no one's family is totally normal and happy. When he was talking about his old house, he didn't look very well".

"Then let's go see the old residence" I said getting in the car.

My brothers nod and get in the car.

"Have you live in the neighbourhood very long?" Sam asked the man who live the house next to the Miller before they move.

"Yeah, almost twenty years now" the man answered "it's nice and quiet. Why, you looking to buy?"

"No, no, actually, we were wondering if you might recall a family that used to live right across the street I believe" Sam stated.

"Yeah the Millers" Dean added "they had a little boy called Max".

"Right" Sam confirmed.

"Well in my life I've never seen a child treated like that" the man started "I mean I'd hear Mr. Miller yelling and throwing things clear across the street, he was a mean drunk. He used to beat the tar outta Max. Bruises. Broke his arm two times that I know of".

"This was going on regularly?" Sam asks.

"Practically every day. In fact that thug brother of his was just as likely to take a swing at the boy but the worst part was the stepmother. She'd just stand there, checked out, not lifting a finger to protect him. I must have called the police seven or eight times. Never did any good".

How could a parent do that! It's disgusting! Dad never lift a hand on us, even when he was angry as hell after us. He would never do that, the first thing he taught us, is that as a family we need to take care of each other and look after each other.

"Now you said step-mother" Dean remarked.

"I think his real mother died. Some sortta… accident. Car accident I think" he pauses looking at Sam "are you ok there?"

I look at Sam who has a hand on his head and is grimacing.

"Uh, yeah" Sam nodded weakly.

"Thanks for your time" Dean thanked grabbing Sam's arms.

"Yeah, thank you" Sam said.

We turn towards the car. I look worriedly at Dean.

"God" Sam gasped.

Dean got Sam in the car and sat in the driver's seat. I get in the backseat and glance at Sam. He finally looks up at us and explains us, as we drive to Max's house, that Max made flew a knife in his step mother eye.

"Max is doing it. Everything I've been seeing" Sam realized.

"Are you sure about this?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I saw him" Sam confirmed.

"How's he pulling it off?"

"I don't know, like telekinesis?" Sam suggested.

"Like a spoon bender and make things fly all over the room?" I said.

"I didn't even realize it but this whole time he was there" Sam sighed "he was outside the garage when his dad died, he was in the apartment when his uncle died. These visions, this whole time… I wasn't connecting to the Millers, I was connection to Max! The thing is I don't get why, man. I guess… because we're so alike?"

"What are you talking about" Dean exclaimed "the dude's nothing like you".

"Well. We both have psychic abilities, we both…"

"Both what?" Dean cut him off "Sam, Max is a monster, he's already killed two people, now he's gunning for a third".

"Well, with what he went through, the beatings, to want revenge on those people? I'm sorry, man, I hate to say it, but it's not that insane".

"But you don't murder all your family!" I exclaimed "I mean, that it's disgusting what happened to him. But there's always another way".

"Alex…"

"He's no different from anything else we've hunted, all right? We gotta end him" Dean said as he pulled over at Max's house.

"We're not going to kill Max" Sam glances at Dean.

"Then what? Hand him over the cops and say 'Lock him up officer; he kills with the power of his mind'".

"Dean, we can't kill him" I stated.

"Alex, Sam…"

"Dean" Sam cut him off "he's a person. We can talk to him. Hey, promise me you'll follow my lead on this one".

Dean doesn't answer.

"Killing him will be our last option, okay?" I insisted.

"All right fine" Dean broke after a long pause "but I'm not letting him hurt anybody else".

He takes his pistol from the glove compartment and gets out the car.

We walk up to the door and Dean kicks it open. Ms. Miller looks at us strangely and Max has red puffy eyes, like he's been crying.

"Fathers?" Ms. Miller asked surprised and glance at me.

"What are you doing here?" Max asked before his step mother could say something else.

"Aahh, sorry to interrupt" Dean forced a smile.

"Max, can we, uh, can we talk to you outside for just one second?" Sam asked.

"About what?" Max asked on his guard.

"We won't be long at all though, I promise" Sam insisted.

Max looks at his stepmother and back at us "ok".

"Great" Sam smiled.

Dean opens a little the door. Suddenly, the door slams closed and all the windows all around the room and shut by the curtains.

"You're not priests!" Max shouted stepping back.

What the hell just happened? He was coming with us.

Dean grabs his gun and point it to Max. But he uses his power to throw it away across the room. He takes it and aim towards us.

"Max, what's happening?" Ms. Miller asked confused.

"Shut up".

"What are you doing?"

Ms. Miller gets projected backwards her head hitting the kitchen bench and fall on the ground unconscious.

"I said shut up!" Max yelled.

"Max calm down" Sam ordered gently.

"Who are you?"

"We just wanna talk" Sam insisted.

"Yeah right, that's why he brought this!" Max yelled showing the gun.

Oh, so that's what made him flip out.

"That was a mistake all right?" Sam tried to reason with him "but no more lying Max ok? Just please, just hear me out".

"About what?" He asked a little bit calmer.

"I saw you do it. I saw you kill your dad and your uncle before it happened".

"What?" Max asked unsure.

"I'm having visions Max" Sam explained "about you".

"You're crazy".

"So what, you weren't gonna launch a knife at your stepmom?" Sam points his eye "right here? Is it that hard to believe Max, look what you can do. Max I was drawn here all right? I think I'm here to help you".

"No one can help me" he cried out.

"Let me try. We'll just talk, me and you. We'll get Alex, Dean and Alice out of here".

"Uh-huh" Dean refused "no way".

I look up, the chandelier is starting to shake.

"Nobody leaves this house!" Max yelled.

"And nobody has to, all right?" Sam assured him "they'll just… they'll just go upstairs".

"Sammy" I whispered unsure of his plan.

"Sam I'm not leaving you alone with him" Dean clearly said.

"Yes you are" Sam replied "look, Max. You're in charge here, all right, we all know that. No one's going to do anything that you don't want to do but I'm talking five minutes here man".

"Sam!" Dean and I protested at the same time.

Max looks at his stepmother and at us "five minutes? Go".

The chandelier stops shaking and I help Dean pick up Ms. Miller and head upstairs. I hate this plan so much.

We bring her upstairs in the master bedroom. She wakes up as we were getting up the stairs. Dean brought her in the bathroom to clean her cuts while I sit on the bed my leg bouncing up and down. I have a really bad feeling about this stupid ass plan.

About five minutes later, Dean and Ms. Miller joins me. She sits on the bed beside me and Dean can't stop walking back and forth the room.

Suddenly the doors opens slowly and Max walks in. No Sam. He sends me and Dean on the wall. Once we get up, Max holds the gun on his stepmother.

"Max. No" she pleaded.

Dean steps in front of her making Max aim on him. Dean, what the hell!

"Stay back" Max said in a relax tone "it's not about you".

"You're going to kill her you gotta go through me first" Dean spat.

"Ok" he calmly said.

Before I could move or say something, Sam bursts inside the room.

"No don't!" He pleaded "don't! Please. Please. Max. Max. We can help you. All right. But this, what you're doing. It's not the solution. It's not gonna fix anything".

Max stares at Sam, crying, shaking like crazy and sweating.

"You're right".

Sam smiles relieved but Max turns toward us swings the gun at his head and shoots. Making me fall backward. I jump at the sound and stare at his dead body.

"No!" Sam yelled.

Holy shit.

We called the police and waited in a corner of the room while they interrogate Ms. Miller.

"Max attacked me" she explained to a cop "he threatened me with a gun".

"And those three?" The cop points at us.

"They're…. family friends" she lied "I called them soon as Max arrived, I was scared. They tried to stop him. They fought for the gun".

"Where did Max get the gun?" The cop asked.

"I don't know" she cried "he showed up with it and…"

"It's all right Ms. Miller" the cop comfort her.

"I've lost everyone" she sobbed.

I felt bad for her. She lost, her husband and the kid she treated like a son. Poor woman.

"We'll give you a call if we have any further questions" the cop tells us.

"Thanks officer" Dean forced a smile and pats Sam's arm and grabs mine "come on".

We walk down the street towards the Impala. We finished this case, but… something doesn't feel right.

"If I'd just said something else" Sam said "gotten through to him somehow".

"Ah, don't do that" Dean stated.

"Do what?"

"Torture yourself" I answered before Dean "for one Max was already a total mess. And don't blame yourself, it's not good. It's gonna kill you".

I remember the teenager I killed.

"When I think about how he looked at me man, right before. I shouldda done something" Sam continued to blame himself.

I stop walking, Sam and Dean both look at me strangely.

"Sam!" I half yelled "stop blaming yourself! Bad things happens to bad people and this kid's life was a total mess too! Stop blaming yourself…"

"Yeah" Sam clears his throat "you're right".

"I'm always right" I joked with a forced smile.

I walk pass him and get to the Impala. The boys joins me and we just stand there beside the Impala.

"Well" Sam broke the silence "I'll tell you one thing. We're lucky we had Dad".

"Well I never thought I'd hear you say that" Dean sounded pleased.

"Well, it couldda gone whole other way after Mom. A little more tequila and a little less demon hunting and we wouldda had Max's childhood. All things considered, we turned out ok. Thanks to him".

Dean looks at Max's house "all things considered".

We get in the car and ride in silent.

I grab all my things and put it in my duffle and grab my backpack to put my computer and manga's, I love reading these.

"Hey, I've been thinking" Sam said as he entered the motel room.

"Well that's never a good thing" Dean joked.

"I'm serious" Sam sighed "I been thinking, this demon, whatever it is. Why would it kill Mom, and Jessica, and Max's mother, you know? What does it want?"

"I have no idea" Dean said.

"Well, you think, maybe, it was after us? After Max and me?"

"Why would you think that?" I asked getting in the conversation.

Sam looks at me "I mean, either telekinesis or premonitions, we both had abilities, you know? Maybe he was, he was after us for some reason".

"But Sam" I frown "Mom died in my nursery, when I was a baby".

"I know… I don't understand, they're must be a connection somehow".

"We'll figure it out" Dean assured us "Sam. If it had wanted you, it would've just taken you. Ok? It's not your fault, it's not about you".

"Then what is it about?" Sam asks.

"It's about that damn thing that did this to our family. The thing that we're gonna find, the thing that we're gonna kill. And that's all".

I zip up my bag and throw it over my shoulder ready to get the hell out of this town, but Sam speaks up.

"Actually there's uh… there's something else too".

"Ah jeez what?" Dean asked.

"When Max left me in that closet, with that big cabinet against the door… I moved it".

"Huh" Dean breathed out "you got a little more upper body strength than I gave you credit for".

"No man, I move it. Like, Max" Sam specified.

Dean gathers his clothe and stops "oh… right".

"Yeah".

Dean picks up a spoon and holds it in front of him.

"Bend this" he tells Sam.

"I can't just turn it on and off Dean" Sam said frustrated.

"How did you do it?" I asked.

"I don't know, I can't control it. I just… I saw you two die and it just came out of me, like a, like a punch. You know like… a freak adrenaline thing".

"Wait you saw us die?" I exclaimed and tried to joke "did I look badass".

"I don't want to remember" Sam sighed.

"Yeah, I understand" I admitted.

Thinking I would see Sam or Dean die… I don't want to think about it.

"Yeah well I'm sure it won't happen again" Dean assured.

"Yeah, maybe. Aren't you worried, man? Aren't you worried I could turn into Max or something?" Sam asks looking worried himself.

"Nope" Dean shakes his head "no way. You know why?"

"No. Why?"

"Cause you got one advantage Max didn't have".

"Dad?" Sam asked "because Dad's not here, Dean".

"No. Me and Alex" he points at me "as long as we're around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you".

I smile at him. Winchester's, always there for the other.

"Now then" Dean throws his bag over his shoulder "I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go".

"Where?" Sam and I asked at the same time.

"Vegas" Dean smiles.

Sam rolls his eyes and walk to the car.

"What?" Dean exclaimed "come on man. Craps tables. We'd clean up!"

"Dean I can't even get in a casino. I'm just a kid" I remarked.

"Well you could work on your homework for once" he smirk and points me the door.

I sigh and walk out the room. I put my duffle in the trunk and sit in the backseat. We're going to be fine… As long as we stick together…