Another Day, Another Life

Chapter 20: Who Killed Cock Robin?

by YaoiKitten

Cain stood in the shower, letting the hot spray of water wash over him. He was still shaking uncontrollably, but the heat was slowly relaxing his muscles and causing his body to warm up from the inside. He noticed that he was still wearing his boxers in the shower, Jez had thrown him into the stall with them still on, so he reached down and slid them off. He kicked them into the corner of the stall in a soaking wet pile and wrapped his arms around himself, leaning against the tile and trying to steady his breathing.

He let the heat calm him, his breathing slowing gradually until he felt himself slide slowly down the tile wall as his eyes slid shut.

Cain had watched Riff climb into the carriage with Alexis. Riff had never even so much as looked back. He knew he was crazy for rushing home to try to find the man. 'Even so...why am I still looking for his form?'

That couldn't have been Riff. Riff would never betray him. It must have been an imposter. He would come home, and Riff would be there waiting for him, smiling serenely and holding a tray of tea that he had prepared for him. He had to be there.

Cain threw open door after door, searching the house frantically. He looked around the parlor, the very last room, and realized that there was nobody to greet him.

"Then Riff is not coming home!" Merry demanded from behind her brother. "What in the world has happened brother?"

"Aren't you being hasty!" Aunt Katina scolded.

"Shut up!" Cain commanded, his voice reaching hysteria.

Merry and Aunt Katina were silent, watching the young man warily.

"Cain!" Oscar yelled as he caught up with the boy, grabbing onto his arm and whirling him around to face him. "I understand how you feel but get a hold of yourself a little!"

"Let me go!" Cain commanded.

"Hang in there Cain!" Oscar shook him a bit, forcing the younger man to make eye contact. "Don't you understand that everyone is worried about you?
"Because I started to suspect Riff, I checked up on him," Oscar explained. "I went to check on the so-called hospital where he stayed back then after the incident with his parents. What I found out is who the real owner of that hospital was. That it was just purchased by your father! Of course, there was no longer any such record remaining of Riff ever having been there.

"I don't know what sort of dealings your father and Riff had at that time. From his reaction earlier I thought that perhaps....that he may have a split personality type illness but... but facts are facts. For the purpose of Riff betraying you at this moment in time after so many years, your father has…"

"Stop it!" Cain screamed, yanking his arm away from Oscar's grasp. "I don't want to hear you say such things as Riff having a split personality or him being my father's tool! All the years that we came to fight together...that also must have been real! And so I believed it too and moreover have lived up until this point believing it!"

Cain backed away, glaring everyone down and challenging them with his eyes. "It will not crumble away in this manner! No one is going to be stolen away!"

Cain turned and ran out the door.

"CAIN!" Oscar called after him. "Cain! Wait!"

"Brother Cain!" Merry tried, but her brother did not return.

Cain ran around the city for a couple hours, trying to find a place to settle down and have a good sulk. Somewhere public where he couldn't cry yet somewhere quiet where he could think in peace. He ran to the museum because he knew the others would never think to look for him there. He had finally found a spot to sit down and mope, and before he knew it a shadow fell over him, bathing him in darkness. Someone was standing over him.

"Have you been crying again in a place like this?" Riffiel asked.

Cain looked up into the calm gaze above him in shock.

"I told you, didn't I? I said, 'I will know where you are.' But most of all, I am not that 'Riff ' of yours that you wanted to see, am I…"

"That's ridiculous!" Cain told him calmly. "If you are not 'Riff" then who would you say that you are then?"

"From childhood, 'Riffiel Rafitt' skillfully used and divided himself into two people. The reason being that his true nature was so awfully cruel. And then, in order to make my way through life and society with the disadvantage of being divided, it was necessary to make a scapegoat of my brother, Clyde, while wearing a gently smiling mask. My terribly tactless and crude younger brother, with his false air of sophistication, was the most suitable. Yes, all the things that my brother Clyde told my fiancée Lucinda back then were the truth.

"At the time, the purpose of the marriage proposal between Lucinda and I, which was to take possession of her father's desired land, had to succeed so I formulated a plan. It was a success; however I lost sight of where her father went and he ended up drowning himself in the Thames. I was not concerned with such things as the voice of the 'underdog,' but Clyde was going to reveal to our parents a document that he discovered, and moreover...to make matters worse he declared that he would appeal to the authorities, and my parents began to press me on the matter.

"And so that is why…" Riffiel closed his eyes, remembering back to so many dreams he had had with two figures, engulfed in flames, being seen through a mirror. "Yes…the form that was reflected in the mirror was mine! When I came to, standing there above my bed, 'he' informed me that the only one remaining alive was me. From sometime previous, 'he' was the gentleman that I had noticed at Lucinda's father's hospital...who was certainly the Earl of Hargreaves."

/You and I are very much alike...born possessing a place of darkness in our hearts, but... if you come with me, I will show you the view that you wish for. I will show you the end of the world from atop the highest eminence./

Riff leaned forward, leering over Cain with his forearm resting on the wall behind the boy. "Do you understand why people with the same abilities and quirks lined up side by side to follow under him? Because 'he' is a true demon. And only for the purpose 'of to break you', was I affected with a suggestion from the Delilah card, Justice, to be 'A devoted man who will give his life for the sake of his lord,' and thus another personality was brought forth."

Cain listened in shocked, his eyes widening as Riff explained. 'He's different. Who is this man?' he thought. 'He looks just like Riff.' They were so close that Cain could smell the familiar cologne and aftershave. He could even feel the familiar heat that Riff's body emanated.

"Because this person was always the mask that I portrayed, in order to make him more perfect, I was implanted with such things as false memories of the fire. It was fortunate that this man was a good person who, due to the consciousness of his crimes, even went so far as to scold himself by attempting suicide."

Riffiel rolled back his sleeve to expose the scar on his wrist. "Because you probably would have seen through the superficial mask entirely otherwise, wouldn't you have?"

Cain swallowed, his eyes showing his disbelief.

"Despite that, on occasion I would receive a summons to awaken from that person and 'he' even sent information and added it for later. However, after many long months and years passed, this suggestion was losing its effect. That man, the Doctor, interfered with this; that time when he destroyed Michaela's spider drug and he took measures to delay this. But, the scheme was soon to be revealed...the timing was delayed a little more than scheduled and as a result I was able to awaken.

"So, it is unthinkable that 'Riff' could exist anywhere any longer... He was, after all, a pseudo-personality to begin with."

Riffiel leaned closer, his cool expression never changing. Cain found himself unable to look away. 'I don't know this sort of man,' he thought.

"Didn't you see this card when you were possessed by Sheila?" Riffiel asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a tarot card of a tall tower.

'So it's just as I had feared...the one who killed Sheila then is..'
"For that Clehedault, there is still a role remaining, isn't there…" Riffiel continued. "Once I had finished investigating his family history, and with the paralyzing significance of it to him, I killed Sheila by imitating his mother's death. 'If you disobey us, this is what will become of you' is how it works, wouldn't you say? I am Master Alexis' 'direct control card', 'The Tower'."

Cain looked down at the ground and broke his silence with a strained laugh. "If it is so then that time of ours consisted of a world built on top of lies....then you are saying that everything was an illusion…" His voice took on a tone of desperation. "Then...Why were you always able to find out where I was? Even now... So the 'something' that you do not know of, that existed between 'Riff' and I, aren't you able to think of it?"

Cain stood up and grabbed Riffiel by the lapels, pulling the other man close. "Even if it was just a character that was created and put forth, something definite must have existed between us! Isn't that so?" he yelled. "Riff!"

Riffiel smiled a bit. He reached up and touched the boy's ear, his fingers tracing over the black stone earring. He reached into his pocket and drew forth a much bigger stone, the same color and emerald cut to show off its large size. "What do you think of this?

"If you have a stone of the same variety, they resonate faintly, moreover this 'thunder stone' ,which possesses special qualities, will let you know where someone is located." Riffiel held the stone up to his own ear. "See, even now they are resonating."

Cain couldn't breathe.

"That's right, it's this earring." Riffiel explained, still fingering the earring, running his fingertips over the lobe. "You pulled that out and took something that was originally a keepsake of Master Alexis' death ,which is why you effectively put a bell around your own neck. No such 'something' exists. The tale of the boy who could not be loved by his kin and so wanted to believe in something greater than blood is one that could move a person to tears but…" Riffiel leaned close, mere inches from Cain's face. His cold ice blue eyes gazed into Cain's. "Can't you hear your father's laughing voice?"

Riffiel's fingertips traveled from Cain's ear over to his cheek. Riffiel laid his hand onto the pale, delicate cheek, making sure the boy looked him in the eyes. "So then, please go to hell alone, Master Cain."

Riffiel suddenly felt himself being pushed back and a splash of blood hit him in the face. He opened his eyes to see Cain, blood dripping from his ear and fingertips, a pissed expression on his face. He glared at Riff as he let the bloody earring drop deliberately to the floor.

"Go!" Cain commanded, ice permeating his voice. He stood tall and confident, glaring at the other man contemptuously. "Since you are not my steward I will not speak to you, someone of lesser birth. Leave!"

Riffiel wiped the blood from his lower lip. "Heh. We shall meet again."

Cain watched Riff walk away. 'The bird that I was fond of. The more beloved it was...the more...it hurt when...The dog and the rabbit that I liked most as well. Time… after time.…'

'But this time... This time...I will not hand you over to father. You alone, I will not give to him. Because the 'you' that exists within me is mine only.' Cain felt, for the second time since his father's death, the tears running down his face. 'I will kill you with these hands of mine.'

'But...it's because ever since that time you only belonged to me.'

Cain's eyes fluttered open as he came to. He didn't think that he had fallen asleep, since this time he had been aware that he was dreaming. He hadn't wanted the dream to end, he wanted to see where it would lead.

He found himself sitting on the floor of the shower stall. The water was still hot, so he sat there for a few minutes to compose himself.

/"Get a hold of yourself! This is not the kind of behavior I would expect from Cain C. Hargreaves!"/

But he wasn't Cain C. Hargreaves. Cain C. Hargreaves had lived and died centuries ago. He wasn't him, he was just Cain. Maybe they were the same soul, the same spirit, but they were still different people.

Weren't they? Reality was becoming blurred. Sometimes Cain wandered if he was in love with Riff as he was now, or the Riff that he had loved before. He knew he couldn't wrap his mind around Jez's new persona. So many things were different, yet so many things were the same.

Cain smoothed his sopping wet hair from his face with both hands, letting the water wash away his tears.

Sure, Cain had a lot in common with his previous self, but he was still so different. He could express himself openly, love Riff fully, and even cry. He was pessimistic, but not embittered. He was freer, able to live and love however he saw fit.

Riff was still as strong as ever, yet there was not nearly as much suppressed power behind the man. He let everything out and held nothing back. He wasn't nearly as gentle and meek as Riff had been.

Cain reached up and turned off the water.

However, with Riff he had gotten Riffiel. Cain shuddered at the memory. Did this mean that the Riff now, as he was, still had a Riffiel inside him too?

No. Riff was the soul that had been reincarnated. There was no way that a split soul would have been put into the same body again, was there? Wasn't a split personality caused by traumatic experiences in childhood, which Riff didn't have?

Cain grabbed a towel and began to dry off.

However, Jez had changed so much. Could it also be possible that it was not Riff's soul that had been reincarnated but that Riffiel's had been instead? If Riff truly was a psuedo personality, did he even have a soul? Could the man that Cain was in love with now be the same one who caused him so much pain in his past life?

Cain shuddered at the thought.

No. The man he had been with, the one that he had loved so fully, had existed. There was no way that he had been in love with a soulless doll. Riff had been real. How many times had Cain looked into those ice-blue eyes and seen the soul behind them?

Cain sighed, running his fingers through his wet hair. He walked out into his bedroom in search of some clothes.

So Riff and Merry were gone. He had calmed down now, stopped panicking, started to think. If Riff had gone to his father, then he might be in the same place as Merry. Unless Alexis was not keeping Merry with him, then Riff could be anywhere.

Cain sighed and began to get dressed. He was formulating a game plan in his mind, determining what steps to take. He put on his clothes and spent some meticulous time in front of the mirror.

He had choosen a pair of black pants, a maroon silk oxford shirt that he left untucked, and a black leather blazer to go over the outfit. He combed his hair out carefully, inspecting himself in the mirror, steeling himself. He reached for the pair of scissors on the vanity and began to carefully cut his hair. He hadn't bothered with it lately and it had grown to about his shoulders. He cut it shorter, around chin length, working from memory. He took a comb and combed it back carefully before running his fingers through it to mess it up again. He looked in the mirror. It was perfect.

Cain stood and inspected himself one last time in the full-length mirror. If Cain C. Hargreaves was what was needed for this situation, then that was who he would be.

He went over to his bookshelf and pulled a couple of gold trimmed leather books out. They were the fake kind of books, meant to hold and keep valuables safe and concealed. He took out small vials of various poisons, hiding them in his pockets and memorizing which poisons he kept where. He noted with a small chuckle how he still hadn't shown Riff his poison collection. Well, someday.

He made his way then to his father's study, going to the desk and taking a small revolver from the top drawer. He checked to make sure it was loaded and tucked it into his waistband, under his shirt, before leaving the room and coming down the stairs.

Everybody in the foyer quieted and looked up as he entered. Even Detective McCormick stopped his questioning when he saw Cain coming down the stairs.

Jez looked up from where he had been seated, talking to the detective. He was surprised to see Cain, he had thought the boy would have been a wreck. Instead he looked cool and confident, almost disinterested. Jez's eyes widened. He recognized that look, that body language, that stance.

"Detective McCormick, thank you for coming. Do you have any news?" Cain asked in a velvety smooth voice as he reached the bottom of the steps.

McCormick found his tongue. "No. In a couple hours, it will reach the twenty-four hour mark and I'll put out a report to have all the department keep a look-out for her and we'll put some men on the case."

"I'll appreciate whatever you can do."

"Mr. Hargreaves, do you have any suspects. Any older boyfriends that she could have run off with, have you been having any domestic troubles, or any weird stalker situations?"

Cain glanced at Oscar. "Not that I know of."

"Then if there are no suspects, then there is not much that I can do here. I think I've gotten the gist of the situation from Mr. Disraeli here, so I think I'll be off. I'll drive around and keep looking, maybe she'll turn up." McCormick gathered up his things, "I'll call you as soon as a I hear something."

"Thank you." Cain told the man, watching him let himself out. He waited a few minutes, giving the detective enough time to get into his car and pull away before going to the door as well. "Oscar! Jezebel! Come with me!"

Cain reached into the umbrella stand next to the front door and pulled out a cane that he had bough a year or so ago, on a whim. He screwed off the finial on the end and slid a vial into the hollow end. He screwed the lid back on before glancing at the two men, raising an eyebrow in invitation.

Oscar and Jez exchanged glances before hurrying after Cain.

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Merry spread the cards out in front of her, closing her eyes and running her hand over the deck slowly.

Riff was still sitting on the floor a few feet from her, his arms wrapped around himself tightly, his breathing heavy.

Merry was on edge, and about an hour had passed without Riff saying anything. Jamie still hadn't woken up either. She kept glancing at the body across the room. He was still breathing.

She had pulled her deck of tarot cards out of her backpack and began to play with them, something to pass the time and calm her nerves. She didn't have the patience or concentration to do a proper tarot reading at the moment, so she chose a simpler method of scrying.

Her hand hovered over a certain card, her long fingers reaching down to pluck it from amongst the deck.

She turned it over. It was the Tower Card.

"What are you doing?" Riff asked without even turning to face her.

Merry jumped at his voice. "I'm doing a tarot reading."

Riff looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "What did you get."

Slowly, Merry flipped the card over to show Riff.

Riff looked at it, turning his head slowly. His eyes widened as he recognized the card.

Before Merry knew it, he was on his knees beside her, her hand caught in a vise-like grip. She let out a little gasp as she felt the unnaturally tight pressure around her wrist.

Riff brought the card up to his face, inspecting it carefully. Merry tried not to whimper.

Once Riff let go, Merry brought her hand to her chest, cradling it delicately as she glared at him. "There's no need for you to be so rough!"

Riff didn't hear her. He was too busy staring at the man standing in the doorway.

"Hello," Alexis smiled at them. Riff and Merry had been so busy, they hadn't heard him unlock the door.

"What did you do to me?" Riff demanded, standing to his feet. He was still shaking.

Alexis stepped into the room, noticing Jamie slumped against the far wall. His eyebrows raised a bit, but he simply pulled out the computer chair and sat down, ignoring the body for now. "What are you feeling right now?"

Riff gritted his teeth, fighting down the impulse to throttle the other man where he sat. He felt on edge, cagey, ready to fly off the handle at any moment. He could kill someone and not even care. He felt violent, angry, and ready to pulverize anything that got into his way. He settled for "Peachy."

Alexis smiled a bit. "I'm sure."

"What did you do to me!" Riff demanded again.

Alexis sighed, picking up a pencil from the desk and twirling it between his fingers. "You know originally, Riffiel Raffit had a condition known as antisocial personality disorder. Of course, we barely knew what that was at the time, but nowadays he would have certainly been diagnosed with that. He had all the traits - unnatural cruelty, disregard for the laws of society, inability to respect other people's space and things.

"After Riffiel set the fire at his own house, killing his entire family, he ended up in my hospital. I knew of him from before when I had met him through his father, I knew of his condition, and I thought he would be useful. So I had 'Justice' come and perform a hypnotism to create a form of multiple personality disorder. It was so easy with Riffiel, especially since he tried to hide his cruel personality behind a smiling face anyway. He knew he was crazy, he just didn't want other people to know it."

Riff clenched his fists, listening to the explanation, wondering what this had to do with his question.

"Funny thing about disassociate identity disorder, as it's now called," Alexis lectured on, "is that it is caused by a truly traumatic experience. You see, Justice was able to use Riffiel's traumatic experiences to create a psuedo-persona, Riff. Riff was designed to be the exact opposite of Riffiel, someone who was innately good and kind, someone who was easy to love."

"And so you gave me to your son to love," Riff pointed out.

Alexis rolled his eyes, "Yes, but not in the way that you two took it. I intended for you to be his best friend and confidant, someone he would rely on utterly and completely; not his lover." Alexis smiled bitterly. "However, that little twist on the situation made it just that more painful, even more than I would have imagined…

"So anyways, Riffiel lived as Riff for seven years. Riff took on his own personality, his own life, his own soul. He was everything we had programmed him to be - loyal, strong, intelligent, and obedient- and then some. He developed his own soul, apparently, considering that you are here now."

Riff paused. "So, I'm not Riffiel."

"I wish," Alexis replied. "Imagine my displeasure when Cain brought you home and, after the fire, I hired you in hopes that you were actually Riffiel. I thought that I might have been able to use you again, but no, you had to have been Riff.

"I never expected you to be the one to be reincarnated. I never expected you to have a soul in the first place. You were a psuedo-personality, something that we had created and made up. We never expected you to become a real person…"

"What does this have to do with what is happening to me?" Riff interrupted, losing his patience.

"I'm getting to that." Alexis said. "After watching you for a few days and determining that you were not, in fact, Riffiel, I was greatly disappointed. But then I got to thinking, what if I could create Riffiel?

"You see, Riffiel and Riff are basically the same person at heart. So, if Riff was Riffiel with the antisocial personality removed, then perhaps I could create Riffiel by causing an antisocial personality in you."

"Is that what that shit you gave me does? It makes me antisocial?" Riff asked, shaking uncontrollably.

"Kind of. You see, you already have all the components. A genetic predisposition, separation from your mother, an unbalanced family, and cruelty or rejection during childhood. All I had to do was give you a drug to inhibit certain brain chemical transmissions thought to be associated with impulsive and aggressive behavior… and we shall see the results, now won't we?"

Riff stared at him. He had just realized something. "So you were the one who set my house on fire, killing my mother and brother?"

"Of course not. I hired someone else to do it."

Riff rushed forward with the intent of murdering Alexis, but stopped mere inches from the man. He stood there, confusion and anger clear on his face. He tried to reach forward, tried to hurt the man, but couldn't.

Alexis looked up at Riff. "What's wrong, Riffiel? Can't you hurt me?"

"Why can't I kill you?" Riff demanded.

"I'm not only interested in psychology, but paranormal phenomenon as well. I dabble the most in paranormal psychology you know, that is the kind of research I participate in and fund. So I am quite interested in hypnotism as well…

"You will not be able to hurt me. You can only obey me. Oh, and you are going to kill your little boy toy too."

Riff choked. "I will not!"

"Yes you will. It is your choice, kill him however you want. But you will kill him." Alexis gloated.

"Why are you doing this!" Riff demanded. "He's your son!"

Alexis shrugged. "I'm bored. I have the money. I got the short-end of the stick last time around. And I still haven't gotten rid of that insatiable sense of curiosity that keeps me asking 'What if?' and makes me continue wanting to do devilish experiments and push the envelope as far as it will go."

Riff looked back at Merry. "What about her?"

"I don't care. I was planning on just leaving her here."

"You said you'd let her go," Riff pointed out. It wasn't an accusation, just an observation.

"Hm. So I did." Alexis stood up and walked over to Jamie. He gave the body a little nudge with his foot. Jamie moaned in response. "Well, you didn't kill him, but you sure knocked him out."

Riff shrugged.

Alexis pulled out his check book, wrote a sizeable check, and tucked it into the pocket of Jamie's jeans. "Consider this your severance pay."

Riff watched the scene play out before him in silence.

"Well, was there anything else you want to know?" Alexis asked as he turned to face him.

"What are you planning?"

Alexis glanced at Merry. "Come, I will tell you all about it in the car."

Merry watched helplessly as the two men turned and walked away, shutting the door behind them. She listened carefully, and heard the sound of a car start up outside and drive away.

She sighed, turning back to her cards to see what else she would pull up. She had nothing else better to do but wait. She was hungry though. Luckily Jamie had allowed her to go to the bathroom before Riff had woken up and knocked him out.

The thought that she might have been left alone there chilled her. However, she knew Jamie would wake up eventually, so she wasn't completely alone.

She pulled the next card out. It was Death.

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Cain had done it. He had managed to deceive both Mayor Gloria and the man with the scar on his face into killing each other. It wasn't hard, really. Once Clehedault had seduced the scar-faced man's wife, let him know his wife was cheating on him, and then set up the Mayor and the wife to meet - it was only a matter of time before there had been a triple murder-suicide. Cain practically giggled all the way home. His father was not going to like this.

And all he had to do for the whole scenario was dress in drag and seduce Mayor Gloria.

He didn't feel bad about the innocent woman he had killed. After all, how many would have died if the Mayor and his father had managed to carry out their scheme? Besides, being married to the scar-faced man, how innocent could she be? By making sure that Mayor Gloria was out of the picture, Cain had single-handedly removed his father's public figurehead for his organization. And if he had to use two other people to do that, it was worth the sacrifice.

He was proud of himself. He had shown his father, and Riffiel, that he was not to be taken lightly. He could function without Riff. He was not going to crumple over and die.

"Well…" asked the elderly servant, Cain's new valet, after he walked into his bedroom.

"It's fine. I'll do it myself." Cain told him, removing his own jacket and hanging it up himself.

He may have had a new valet, but he wasn't about to let the man serve him the way Riff had. He was not going to open up to anyone else again, no one else was going to see those scars.

The servant bowed slightly before leaving. He had asked before, and he knew the answer, he would just always keep asking out of a sense of duty.

Cain sat down in a chair, propping his ankle onto his other knee and he began to untie his shoe.'I am going to forgive you. I am going to set you free,' he thought. 'In my own way.

'It will be fun won't it, Riff?'

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Author's Note: Update on the God Child Project - Carole, the scanner and editor of God Child, has resigned from Sakura-Crisis after putting in three years of service. We at Sakura-Crisis do not blame her at all, after all, she has been a faithful participant in various projects for years. However, the God Child project is now experiencing some setbacks. When Crisis gets back to Hong Kong, she will finish scanning in the rest of the second book of God Child. Katze is currently looking for an editor for the project, someone who has photoshop and will be able to white out the Japanese text and insert the English text onto the scanned pages. We will also need scanners to scan the project. We need books 3-8 scanned. If you believe you can help out, please e-mail Katze or leave me a comment on my lj and I'll get back to you with information. I have currently submitted 2 chapters to Sakura-Crisis that are just waiting on scans to put them on and an editor to scanlate them, so it will be a while before Sakura-Crisis will update with Cain. I will be taking a hiatus from God Child so that they have time to catch up and find new people for the project. In the meantime, I will be translating Yuki Kaori's Psycho Knocker before I return to God Child. If anyone can help, please let me or Katze know. Thank you!