The drive back to Issac and Tamara's house was silent as the image of their dead bodies on the floor painted everyone's mind. No one had much to say anyway with a screaming demon writhing in the trunk of the car. Bobby silent mourned the loss of his friends, the others looking out the window in hopes that the scenery around them would change the gruesome imagery in their mind as they prepared for a big fight ahead of them.

With plans to exorcise the demon in the trunk, the four of them managed to get him from the car and into Issac's and Tamara's house without critical damage. Tying him to a chair under a demon's trap was sure to keep him still for a while.

Kim followed the boys inside the house but separated from them instantly as she explored their equipment and discovered what would be useful for future hunts. The deceased no longer had used for valuable equipment and Kim was not about to let it go to waste.

She flicked through some of the herbs, grabbing the Palo Santo and a few other valuables before meeting back with the others. Bobby had his nose in some book while the boys paced around.

"What are we gonna do?" Kim asked, gently caressing the red hand print around her neck. She had repressed the attack, but the pain still lingered.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Dean asked cautiously as Kim looked up at him and took her hand away from her neck so he would stop worrying.

"Well I'm still breathing, aren't I?" she huffed softly, "But what are we gonna do about the demons. We can't just leave them there so they can kill others."

"Well then, lets go," Dean said putting his hand behind Kim's back and gently pushed her towards the door. Kim spun around and stepped out of Deans direction.

"Stop flyin' into things head first. I want them dead as much as the next hunter but we have no idea what we're doing. You wanna die?" Kim asked loudly.

"I'm dead already!" Dean yelled back.

"How you gonna kill 'em? Can't shoot 'em. You can't stab 'em. They're not just gonna wait in line to get exorcised!" Sam shouted at his brother, angry at his last comment.

"We don't even know how many there are." Bobby walked towards the three of them, booking in hand.

"Yeah, we do," Bobby muttered, looking up from the book. "Do you have any idea what we're up against?" Bobby growled slowly, looking between the three of them.

"No, who?" Dean asked.

"The seven deadly sins. Live and in the flesh," Bobby said loudly. Dean huffed and let a single tiny smile appear.

"What's in the box?" Dean sung rhythmically. The three of the looked at him confused as he chuckled awkwardly at his own reference no one cared about.

"Brad Pitt? 'Se7en'? No?" he asked normally as Bobby slammed the book shut and shoved it in Dean's grasp. Dean flinched slightly as the book landed his hands before looking to Kim for any recognition. When she gave him a blank look he raised his eyebrows dramatically before looking at the book.

"What's this?" he asked.

"'Binsfeld's classification of demons.' In 1589, Binsfeld ID'd the seven sins – not just as human vices but as actual devils," Bobby said to them as they listened.

"The family was touched buy Sloth and the shopper–"

"That's Envy's doing – the customer we got in the next room." Bobby gestured to the demon in the room over, "I couldn't suss it out at first, until Isaac. He was touched with an awful Gluttony." Bobby let out a huff and the three of them followed him into the next room where Envy was sitting, trapped in a demon trap.

The circled him as he chuckled, looking up at them as if they were nothing.

"So you figure out who I am, huh?" Envy chuckled at them.

"We have. We're not impressed," Bobby replied.

"Why are you here? What are you after?" Sam asked as he stood straight in front of Envy. He stayed silent.

"He asked you a question," Dean said walking past him and heavily placing the book on a spare table before turning back to him. Dean looked down on Envy threateningly. "What do you want?" Envy chuckled, and Dean opened a flask of holy water before spraying some on him. He groaned and looked away, steam coming off his skin.

"We already got what we want," he hissed, looking back up and into Kim's eyes.

"What's that?" Dean asked. Envy looked at the four of them with a slight smile.

"We're out. we're free. Thanks to you my kind is everywhere. I am legion, for we are many. So, me, I'm just celebrating. Having a little fun," Envy replied.

"Fun?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, fun." Kim scoffed and crossed her arms angrily. Envy's eyes landed on her as she looked down on him blankly. "See, some people crochet. Others golf. Me? I like to see people's insides... on their outside." His eyes traced her amusingly during a moment of silence as Kim shuffled on her feet. Dean noticed his glare and instantly became irritated.

"Don't look at her." Dean spat at him. Envy's head snapped towards Dean.

"Please," Envy laughed, "you think you're better than me?" he said back before looking over at Dean.

"Which one of you can cast the first stone, huh? What about you, Dean? You're practically a walking billboard of gluttony and lust." His eyes moved up and down his body before he moved to Kim.

"And Kim, all that wrath. So much burden and secrets wrapped around one brain; can't be healthy for a person." Kim licked her teeth as Dean and Sam both looked at her, but she eyes never left Envy. His eyes trailed down to the collar of Kim's shirt. "Nice pin," he said with an evil smirk.

"Kim?" Sam asked innocently.

"Don't," Kim warned aggressively.

"My point exactly. And you call us sins. We're not sins, man. We are natural human instinct. And you can repress and deny us all you want, but the truth is, you are just animals. Horny... greedy... hungry... violent animals. And you know what? You'll be slaughtered like animals, too." He looked to the side as Kim bite her tongue to stop herself from slaughtering him with numerous amounts of holy water. "The others - they're coming for me"

"Maybe. But they're not gonna find you..." Dean said with a cock smiled as he leaned down to his level. "'cause you'll be in Hell. Someone send this clown packing," Dean hissed as Bobby grabbed the book and exorcise him.

Envy's smirk wiped off his face as Bobby continued to chant the exorcism, leaving Envy in screaming fits and the three walked off into another room.

"Well it looks like we not gonna have to hunt them down like we thought," Kim sighed, leaning on a wall with one leg up and her arms crossed over her chest.

"What's that mean?" Sam asked.

"It means get ready, 'cause they're gonna be hunting us," she explained. Dean stood aside as he nodded his head.

"Sam, how about you and Bobby take Kim and head for the hills. I'll stay here, slow them down, buy you some time," Dean suggested with a casual tone. The mood in the room shifted dramatically as the weight of the fight loomed on them. They were going to have trouble winning with all four of them involved and that silently loomed over their head and Dean was willing to fight it himself.

"If you stay, I'm staying," Kim replied quickly.

"You're still young-"

"You're insane, Dean. Just forget about it, okay?" Sam said strongly, net even thinking about it for a second.

"I'm not that young," she stated, shaking out of her hypnotized state.

"You're nineteen," Dean scoffed rolling his eyes.

"So? I'm sure you hunted when you were nineteen," Kim scoffed.

"Hardly, and it was with my dad," Dean confirmed before shaking his end and changing the subject. "The point is there's six of them, guys. We're out-manned, we're out-gunned. We'll be dead by dawn."

"What makes you think that they won't find us if we run?" Kim asked honestly.

"Look, if we're going down, we're going down together, all right?" Sam said sternly as the room started to shake and a loud scream erupted from the next room. Bobby walked in and closed his book, joining the conversation. Bobby nodded after hearing what Sam said and Dean looked to Kim for assurance. Kim nodded and Dean sighed, hoping she wouldn't.

"No better way to die," Kim said looking at Dean with her regular smirk. Dean nodded his head as he knew they weren't going to give up.

"Then let's not make it easy for them."

The brothers ventured off in a different direction, leaning Kim in the room alone to prepare weapons while Bobby set up the rest of the house with traps and symbols.

Her face lay emotionless as she sat in the lonely room thinking about the events to come. Harshly, she shoved the bullets in her gun and cocked it, ready to go. Laying it by her side next to her Palo Santo stake, she grabbed the jug of holy water and began to fill some flasks. She watched as the water spilled over the edges and landed on the floor as she though about what she did to deserve being here, facing her death for an ungrateful world. Honestly, she could think of multiple reasons why she deserved to be there. So many question and thoughts ran through her head as she mentally prepared herself for the worst because she knew she deserved nothing less.

Her mind drifted as she mindlessly filled all the flasks when Sam came marching into her room, flask in hand.

"Lets go," he said before jogging off. Kim grabbed her stake and gun after putting her flask in her jacket pocket and ran after him.

Kim was in a back room while Bobby was in the front of the house, watching from the window.

"Bobby!" Tamara called from outside. "Bobby, help us!"

"Please!" Issac called, blood dripping from his mouth. Kim didn't move from her position, she stayed and listened, knowing Bobby was smart enough to know that they weren't Issac and Tamara.

"Bobby please, let us in! We need your help!" Tamara yelled as she climbed up the patio and started stumbling towards the window, pretending to clutch her wounds. "Help," she whispered to him but he just moved out of the way.

Tamara mood turned instantly and she violently reached her arm through the windows and broke the wooden pales that held it shut. Quickly, she climbed through the window and opened the door for the rest of the demons, breaking the line of salt at the door. The demons flooded the house as Tamara went back to finish off Bobby, accidentally getting trapped in a demon trap.

Kim listened as she heard footstep getting closer as she clutched her flask from inside her jacket. She stood very still, hiding behind the door as she listened intently for the footsteps. Her muscles tensed with anticipation and alertness as they got louder and closer. She knew they had found her.

She prepared for them as they burst through the door and lunged for her, throwing holy water on the two demons that entered. They cowered away as they burned and suffered. Kim prepared her stake as they screamed in pain. She held it high with no mercy, watching as their skin steamed and burned. With a swift motion, she stabbed one in the chest and pinned them to the back wall as the other continued to burn.

Kim pressed the stake harder into the demon and enjoyed as it screamed out in pain. She placed a heavy hand on their shoulder to steady herself as she pushed harder. She felt the rage-filled pain running up her arms, a white heat following. Kim released her grip of the stake and grabbed the other shoulder with her other hand. She felt a release of pain as she touched the demons skin shoot through her arm. The demon stared to scream, the heated pain releasing from the cracks in the scream. This scream was filled with pain and torture. It was tremendously loud and satisfying to hear as more pain traveled down her arm and out of her body. The demon seized as their skin began to burn and steam, peeing and burning off of the flesh. She watched as their eyes started melt, pooling at their feet.

Their face was red with immense pain and soon his head lay slump on his shoulders and an orange light sparked in his hollow eyes. Kim stood back in shock but before she could register what happened, the other demon tackled her to the ground.

He scratched, punched, kick and bit as he held Kim under him. She struggled against his inhuman strength to get free. She groaned as he punched her in the face, knocking her head against the floor. Kim felt the blood run from her nose and past her lips as another punch struck her in the face. The demon was ruthless and merciless as he sent Kim flying back into a wall with a simple flick.

She was truck to the wall as she stumbled to her feet, holding her throbbing head. Her blood -soaked hair tangled in her fingers as she applied pressure on her wound and watched the rage in the demon's eyes as he charged at her. He ran with power and force but Kim didn't flinch, she stayed put.

As the demon charged, smothered entered the room to join the fun but the demons were blocked by an invisible force as they tried to get to her. Kim looked up with a wicked smirk to see the demon trap above their heads. An evil smile grew one of the demon's lips while the other demon stayed in a slight sate of panic. Kim smiled to herself as she watched the two demons struggle in her trap.

"Well," Kim smiled, "since we have everyone here, let's get the party started."

"Pride's a sin," the demon stuck in the demon trap spat. Kim turned to him as she pulled out the exorcism book.

"I've been told I possess a sinful trait, but it's not pride," Kim snickered. "I think you know which one."

"I believe I do," he replied distastefully, an evil light in his eyes. "Wrath is a powerful thing to hold captive, Kim." Wrath replied. Kim squinted her eyes at him threateningly as she stated the exorcism. "They'll find out eventually. All that built up pain and anger will erupt but you're a smart girl, you already figured that out."

Kim licked her teeth angrily as she continued the exorcisms. The room shook and the screams admitted into the air, the weight of Wrath's words leaving with him.

•※•

Kim watched as the brothers salt and burned the bodies of the deceased vessels a she stood at the edge of the grave. Sam sprinkled the salt and Dean dumped the gasoline on the body's, staring at the dead bodies of Issac and Tamara. Kim turned her head towards the house and saw Bobby walking up to them looking exhausted, rubbing his eyes to keep the open.

"Well, you look like hell warmed over," Dean said as Bobby stood next to Kim.

"You try exorcising all night and see how to feel," Bobby huffed. Sam shuffled on his feet as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Bobby, that knife -what kind of blade can kill and demon?" Sam asked Bobby. Kim head shot up, straining her neck. Her mouth hung open slightly and her eyes wide. They had never mentioned such blade to her through the whole night.

"Where did you see this knife?" Kim asked quickly but Sam ignored her, waiting for Bobby's answer. Kim took a few steps towards Sam, gaining his along with Dean's and Bobby's attention. "Who had the knife, Sam?" Her voice was low and commanding. She wasn't asking Sam a question, she was ordering him to tell her. Sam looked down uncomfortably at Kim before answering.

"I don't know, some girl. She helped me fight the demons last night," he replied.

"She was here? What did she look like?" Kim asked quickly. Sam and Dean looked down on her suspiciously. Dean took a step towards Kim.

"What do you wanna know?" Dean asked. Kim looked at him and squinted her eyes.

"That's personal," she replied.

"Not if we have information you need." Kim eyed him dangerously before crossing her arms.

"Don't worry, I'll figure it out myself," she huffed and stepped back, listed very closely to their conversation to see if she could get any clues.

"I'm just gonna ask it again," Dean said to Sam. "Who was that masked chick? Actually, the more troubling question would be, how come a girl can fight better than you?" Dean asked. Kim ignored his comment because she knew he only wanted a reaction out of it.

"Two demons, Dean. At once." Sam explained.

"I took down three," Kim said as she thought about last night events. The satisfaction of releasing pain. The sound of his screams. The feeling of rage and pain leaving her body. Dean nodded towards her in recognition and pride.

"Whatever it takes to get you through the night, pal," Dean said as he turned back to Sam, playfully slapping him on his arm. Sam looked down on his brother before rolling his eyes and ignoring his comment.

"If you want a troubling question, I got one for you," Sam breathed as he shuffled around on his feet again.

"What's that?" Dean asked.

"If we let out the seven deadly sins, what else did we let out?" Sam asked. The four of them looked down at the grave as they thought about the answer. Dean lit a match and looked down on the bodies.

"You're right. That is troubling." He through the match in the hole and they watched as the bodies burned, feeling the heat of the fire and the stench of burning flesh rise in the air.

•※•

The four of them stood outside the house, near their cars as they talked. Everyone looked exhausted and sore. Kim's bones were aching for rest and every now and again she would feel a slither of pain in her body. She didn't think it was the best idea to tell the brothers what happened last night with the demon. Sam had just stared trusting her again and Dean would never look at her the same. God forbid she let Ellen know, she would get interrogated. It just didn't seem worth the hassle of telling them.

"Keep your eyes peeled for omens, I'll do the same," Bobby told the three of them and they nodded.

"You got it." With that, Bobby nodded and turned around and walked to his car, exhausted.

"Hey Bobby," Sam called his. Bobby stopped and turned around, "We can win this war, right?" Sam asked hopefully. Kim turned to Bobby as did Dean, secretly knowing the answer. Bobby stayed quiet as they looked at him and they knew his answer.

"See you on the next one," Bobby replied before getting in his car and driving away, waving to them as he drove past.

"So, where to?" Dean asked Sam as Kim followed along. Dean rubbed his hand as they walked to the Impala.

"I don't know, I'm thinking Louisiana maybe," Sam suggested as they neared the car.

"Little early for Mardi Gras, isn't it?" Dean asked.

"There's this hoodoo priestess outside of Shreveport that might be able to help us out. You know, with your - with your demon deal," Dean shrugged and looked away.

"Nah," he replied casually as she stopped and faced his brother. Kim stood beside Dean.

"'Nah'? What does that mean, 'nah'?" Sam asked slightly irritated.

"Sam, no hoodoo spell's gonna break this deal. It's a goose chase," Dean responded.

"We don't know that, okay?" Sam replied.

"Yes, we do," Dean replied aggressively, looking down on Kim, "Forget it. She can't help-"

"But what if-"

"We're not going, and that's that." Dean stopped his brother from talking. "What about Reno, huh?" Dean said changing the subjects and took a step towards the Impala. Sam quickly grabbed Dean forearm and pulled him back.

"You know what? I've had it," Sam said irritated, nodding his head. "I've been bending over backwards trynna be nice to you and I don't care anymore." Dean nodded and scoffed.

"That didn't last long," he joked.

"Yeah, well, you know what? I've been busting my ass trying to keep you alive, Dean, and you act like you couldn't care less. What, you got some kind of death wish or something?"

"It's not like that," he looked to Kim again.

"Then what's it like, Dean?" Sam asked snappily.

"Sam–"

"Please, tell me," Sam asked. Dean hesitated and sighed at his brother, looking to Kim who just shrugged unhelpfully.

"We trap the crossroads demon, trick it, try to welch our way out of the deal in any way? You die. Okay? You die. Those are the terms. There's no way out of it," Dean sighed. "If you try to find a way, so help me God, I'm gonna stop you," Dean warned darkly. Kim looked down, ashamed that she knew that.

Sam looked to Kim and sighed.

"How could you make that deal, Dean," Sam replied, hurt.

"'Cause I couldn't live with you dead. I couldn't do it," Dean replied casually.

"So what, I live and you die?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, that's the general idea," Dean replied, nodding.

"Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when dad sold his soul for you?" Kim's head shot up. "'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted and broken. And now you go and do the same thing. To me, what you did was selfish," Sam spat angrily.

"Yeah, you're right. It was selfish, but I'm okay with that," Dean replied casually.

"I'm not."

"Tough, after everything I've done for this family, I think I'm entitled," Dean growled angrily before taking a deep breath. "Truth is, I'm tired, Sam. I don't know, it's like there's a light at the end of the tunnel."

"It's Hell fire," Sam assured.

"Whatever. You're alive, I feel good - for the first time in a long time." Dean took a breath. "I got a year to live, Sam. I'd like to make the most of it. So, what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell, huh?" he finished with a smile.

"You're unbelievable."

"Very true." The three of them got into the Impala and drove away, their little argument still reminisced in the air. Kim slumped in the back of the car as the silent, long drive began. She thought about what was just said and it had dawned on her that it was all true. Dean was going to die in a year and Sam was already giving up. Everything just continuously seemed to be going downhill and Kim alone wasn't strong enough to stop it. After all, it was always going to be Hell fire at the end of the tunnel.

•※•

Soon, the three of them found themselves in a small town in Cicero, Indiana and got themselves a motel room to share. It was late at night and Kim just wanted to rest, the events of yesterday finally taking a toll on her body. She was sore and tired; the strikes of inconsistent pain had never left since she exorcised that demon with her own hands.

Kim plonked herself on one of the three beds in the motel room and rolled over to her side, chucking her bag lazily on the floor with a thud. Kim stuffed her head in her pillows as she tried to ignore the pain, determined to make as little noise as possible.

She heard a concerned groan behind her but didn't bother turning around to acknowledge it. She felt her bed dip as someone sat on it and Kim slightly turned her head to see Dean sitting at the end of her bed, looking down on her with concern. Quickly, she rolled over to her back and sat up, biting her tongue to stop a groan of pain.

"You okay?" Dean asked seeing the distress on her face.

"Are you?" she asked.

"I asked first," Dean smiled and Kim huffed.

"Never been better," she replied as Dean nodded, unconvinced.

"Same." There was a silence but Dean didn't get up, he just stayed by Kim's side for a while. Kim closed her eyes in attempt for some rest but fell asleep quicker than she thought she would.

•※•

Kim woke up before everyone else, considering she was the first to fall asleep. Rolling over in her covers she saw the room was dark and Sam had fallen asleep over his laptop while Dean had managed to get to his bed. She didn't what to wake Sam up to move him to his bed in fear he won't fall back asleep again, like most hunters wouldn't. So she left him there, limp over his laptop.

She took a step outside and saw there was a grocer down the road, so she decided to go for an early morning jog, considering ever since she joined the Winchesters she hadn't been working out as much as she would like.

After getting everything she needed from the shop she made her way back to the motel room where the brothers were still sleeping. Silently, she placed down the bags and took out what she bought. Eggs, bacon, bread with tomato and baby spinach.

Kim searched through the old motel cupboards to find as many usable pots and pans as possible. Most of them were unclean and stingy so she scavenged as many as she could.

She cooked the bacon first and watched as it sizzled in the pan, the oil spitting at her and she flipped them. Then she grilled the bread and tomatoes and scrambled the eggs. While she was frying everything off she heard a small groan from behind her. She turned as she stirred to eggs to see Dean sitting up in his bed and Sam getting off his laptop.

"Morning," she said as she turned back around to give her attention back to the food. Dean got up and waked behind Kim as she cooked and looked over her shoulder.

"Smells good," Dean said in his deep morning voice. Kim could feel his breath on the back of her neck as she continued to stir and his arm slightly grazed her back when he turned around to sit at the table.

"Good," she said as she began to plate their breakfast's. "Okay, tomato and spinach with only a bit of bacon for Sam," she placed down Sam's plate in front of him and he started eating.

"Thanks Kim."

"And no spinach with extra bacon for Dean." She placed down his plate in front of him and he also began eating.

"It's like you read my mind," he said with a mouth full of food. Kim sat down and began eating her own.

"Where are we again?" Dean asked. Kim just shrugged, not really paying attention.

"Cicero, Indiana, why?" Sam replied. Dean just shrugged and took another bite.

"I don't know, sound familiar." Dean just shrugged and continued to eat, thinking about what was so familiar about it. Eventually he just shrugged it off and continued eating and Sam offered to do the dishes. Kim just sat on her bed for a while, scrolling through her laptop to see if she could find anything case worthy.

Her fingers were raw by the time she finished scrolling and only managed to find one small mishaps that defiantly wasn't a case.

Sam was outside making some calls to Bobby to see if he had found anything to help Dean out of the deal. Dean was off doing God knows what, so Kim decided to go outside with Sam.

"What do you mean you don't think it will work, Bobby? It's a demon-dispelling ritual." Sam paused, his back facing Kim as she stood silently behind him, listening to his conversation. "Well, maybe we got the translation wrong. Look, we can't just let Dean fry in hell while we... there's got to be something," Sam turned around and saw Kim standing there, her hands crossed over her chest. "Yeah. No. I gotta go. Okay. Never mind." Sam rudely hung up the phone and shoved it in his pocket as he looked down on Kim.

"Thought you said you didn't care anymore," Kim sighed, knowing he never meant it. Sam sighed defeated.

"He's my brother, Kim. I'm never gonna not care." Kim smiled softly at the words but Sam groaned in annoyance. "He's just so stubborn. He's pushing me to the limit,"

"That's what older sibling are for," Kim replied as Sam sighed and wiped his face.

"Yeah, well... what are us younger siblings for, huh?" Sam replied, "Do we just take all of it?"

"We learn our limit," Kim's lips fell into a line, "I guess that's all we can do." There was a small silence where Sam shuffled on his feet awkwardly before turning to Kim sharply.

"D'you even try and stop him?" he asked hastily.

"Of course I did!" Kim shot back, slightly offended, "I don't want him to go to Hell any more than you do!" Sam sighed and rubbed his forehead as Kim huffed offendedly.

"You're right, I'm sorry." Kim sighed and nodded, understating exactly how he felt.

"Yeah, I get it." Sam and Kim went back into the apartment together and found Dean sitting on the couch. Dean turned around at the noise of the door opening with a cheeky grin on his face.

"I remembered why this place sound familiar," the two of them waited for him to continue, "Lisa Braeden."

"Should I even ask?" Kim replied as Sam shrugged, also having no idea what he was talking about.

"Remember that road trip I took, uh... gosh, about eight years ago now? You were in Orlando with dad wrapping up that banshee thing," Dean said specifically to Sam.

"Yeah. The five states, five-day -"

"Well, kind of. Although I spent most of my time in Lisa Braeden's loft," Dean cut of Sam, a grin evident on his face.

"So, let me get this straight. You remembered a whole town just because you hooked up with some random chick?" Kim huffed a laugh, almost amazed.

"She was a yoga teacher. It was the bendiest weekend of my life. Come on, have a heart, huh? It's my dying wish," Dean finished with a smirk.

"How many dying wishes are you gonna get?" Sam asked with a sigh.

"As many as I can squeeze out," Dean laughed, leaving Sam shaking his head with disappointment. Kim just stood there, her arms sloppily crossed over her chest as she leaned back on a wall as she thought about what Dean had just said. His grin when he remembered why that place was familiar, his smirk when he talked about her, the way he spoke about her as if she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Kim couldn't help but feel a slight sting of pain rush through her one would describe as jealously, but it was dismissed as quickly as it had arrived. She was normally never a jealous person, which she wasn't but the way Dean talked about Lisa was as if she was his best decision. She just hoped she was a better one.