This is a Valerie chapter, and brace yourself it's long. It goes back to her second ghost patrol with Sam, then moves the plot forward, and yes you'll get to see the ghost fights that Sam left out.

The Fighter

"Come on Sam," I said to as I tried to talk her into going on another ghost patrol with me "It will be fun."

"I think sitting in Lancer's class is more fun than fighting ghosts," she told me stoically. I've never met someone as stubborn as Sam in all my life, and I thought I was stubborn.

"That's not true and you know it," I said as I laughed. "Come on you had fun catching Skulker didn't you?"

"Uh," She started as she gave me a worried look. "You caught Skulker. I just sat on the ground holding my head and moaning. I wouldn't consider that fun."

"Yeah," I replied, it may not have been fun for her, but being able to hold my own without my suit was awesome. "But that's not going to happen every time Sam." At least I hoped it wouldn't

I turned on the Fenton Ghost Finder, it wasn't as sensitive as my ghost detector. "I wish Mr. Fenton had made this thing with a longer range," I said sadly.

Sam laughed harshly, "It's a good thing he didn't, for Danny's sake. Trust me, he was having a hard enough time trying to escape him as it was, plus he had you on his tail all the time. He didn't need any more sensitive ghost detectors around…that's why he hid it in his room, so his father couldn't work on it."

She was right. I didn't know until recently how bad Danny had things. Not only did he have to hide his secret identity from his parents, and the world, but he had to fight the ghosts, who were always out and about, threatening the people of Amity Park, and then there was me, who was out to make his job even more difficult.

"I am really sorry Sam," I told her sadly. "If I had known…"

"How could you have known?" She asked blankly.

"I don't know," I answered, feeling frustrated and hurt, "I just know that this whole situation is my fault and I would do anything to make it right. I just wish…"

"Stop!" Sam yelled at me angrily. "Never, ever say I wish."

"Why?" I asked looking at her in shock, why was she so angry all of the sudden, would she never forgive me for attacking Danny? I guess I could understand, I was never going to be able to forgive myself.

"Remember what I told you about Desiree?" she hissed as she looked around warily.

"Oh yeah," I said, feeling stupid. The complications of some wayward wish twisted by a ghost, were not what we needed at the moment. "It's easy to forget."

"Tell me about it," Sam said, then smiled and relaxed a little, the girl seriously needed to lighten up.

We decided to patrol around the Nasty Burger, which honestly isn't my favorite haunt these days, so there were sure to be ghost. And I was right. The ghost detector burst to life just as a large, green, glowing octopus flew across the sky.

Sam and I had just started running after the ghost when she ran in a opposite direction than the ghost was heading.

"Where are you going?" I asked as I raced to catch up with her. "The ghost is going the other way."

She shook her head and pointed down an alley. "Can you fly?" she asked.

"No," I answered, I wondered what that had to do with anything when Sam rounded the corner and pointed up to the ghost which was floating down into the alley.

There was no more time to talk, I grabbed my ecto-blaster, listening to the high pitched charge and then began firing. Sam joined in, but the creature was fast and it ended up splitting in two.

"I wondered where the second one was," Sam said as we took cover behind a dumpster. "These uglies usually travel in pairs."

I jumped up to fire a shot and was almost hit in the head with a glowing green tentacle. No way were these ghosts going to get the better of me! I jumped up and ran to the other side of the alley. Sam covered me with several ecto-blasts, but that didn't seem to distract the stupid creatures.

One of the red eyed beasts approached me, it's red eyes glowing maliciously as its gaping mouth salivated. I almost laughed at the thought of the thing trying to eat me. Can a living person be eaten by a ghost? It seems like a strange concept. I lifted my ecto-blaster to shoot a close range shot at the thing, and nothing happened. I looked down briefly and found the charge in the gun was gone.

"Sam," I yelled as I backed away from the ghost who seemed to know it had me cornered. "My ecto-blaster is dead."

"Come on Val," Sam yelled as she fired several shots at the other ghost, which was in the process of going after Sam. "Use your fashion sense."

"My what?" I asked, wanting to yell at Sam that this wasn't any time for funny jokes.

"The lipstick!" she shouted then shot four blasts, two at the ghost bearing down on me and two on the one edging closer to her.

Duh! I wanted to shout at myself as I dug the little blaster out of my pocket, then aimed it at the creature and yelled, "Eat lipstick!" The ghost reeled back as I shot it in the eye, it was thrown off a balance long enough for me to suck it into the thermos.

"Over here!" Sam yelled as she shot at the ghost which, at the loss of it's partner was flying around erratically. "Before it gets away."

I ran up, uncapped the thermos and sucked that little booger in! Then jumped around whooping in triumph! I held my hand up for a high five and Sam raised her eyebrows.

"Oh come on Sam!" I said in exasperation. "We did great! Lighten up!" She looked at me thoughtfully then smacked my raised hand. I smiled and she shook her head and laughed.

"You enjoy this too much," Sam said as she shook her head.

I laughed. "Don't tell me that you don't enjoy ghost hunting!"

"I do," Sam admitted. "It's just….hard." She bit her lip then turned and started walking out of the alley.

"But you'd rather be ghost hunting with Danny, than me," I said. A look of sadness appeared on her face. She didn't reply, she just walked. I sighed and turned on the ghost detector.

Sam shook her head. "It's just weird," she started. "It's been just Danny, Tucker and I for so long now, the change is just…jarring."

"Tell me about it," I said. "Up until a few days ago, I thought Danny was one of the bad guys, but it turned out, the bad guy was me. It's surreal."

"Yeah," Sam agreed. I would have been nice if she had disagreed and said something about me not being on the wrong side, just confused, but she didn't and I knew she still didn't trust me.

I kicked a rock as we walked down the street. "I wonder what Danny would think," I mused.

"He'd probably be really happy," Sam answered. "He never wanted to be your enemy."

I shook my head. "I just wish I hadn't been such an idiot, Sam. I've blamed Danny for everything wrong in my life, things that he wasn't even responsible for, and still, he's never been anything but nice to me."

"Danny is a really good person, Val," Sam told me wistfully. "He's probably the best person I know." I looked at her and smiled.

"He's not perfect though," Sam continued. "Sometimes he can be a real idiot, and thoughtless, but he has good intentions."

"Was he always that way?" I asked, as I watched Sam's frowning profile.

She shook her head, and looked down at her feet. "The accident changed him, but I think a some of it was a conscious decision. He's really afraid of his dark side."

"Why?" I asked curiously.

Sam looked at me thoughtfully. "It's a really long story," she told me.

"We have a lot of time," I said, really wanting to hear the story. I enjoyed hearing about Danny, Sam and Tucker's ghostly exploits. I really wished I could some how be a part of them, but there didn't really seem to be room for me in their group.

"No," Sam replied then sighed deeply. "It's not my story to tell."

Now I was curious. "Does his dark side put all of us at risk?" I asked worriedly.

Sam laughed shortly. "I really can't discuss it with you, Val. I'm sorry."

"I understand," I lied. Now I really wanted to know. I wondered if I could get the story out of Tucker, though I know his loyalty to Danny was just as strong as Sam's.

"Maybe Danny will tell you one of these days," Sam told me sadly as she turned her face away from me.

I nodded my head in understanding. "But what if he doesn't?" I asked, feeling scared that he'd never surface from the coma or wasn't the same person afterward? Maybe he wouldn't be able to remember.

"He'll recover," Sam told me with assurance. "I know he will."

"But," I started. "If…"

"There is no but if!" Sam yelled at me, her eyes filled with anger. "Danny had been through too much, survived too much to let one little accident stop him. He's going to be fine." I looked at Sam, and wondered if she was trying to convince me Danny would be fine, or herself. Maybe it was both.

"You're right," I agreed. "He's going to be fine and I'll ask him myself some day." Sam smiled weakly.

"I don't think we're going to find anymore ghosts," she said. Just as the last word left her lips the ghost detector went off. She looked at me and shook her head.

"I'm thinking you should never have said that," I laughed.

"Yeah," she replied tiredly. "I should have known better.

We found a large green frog sitting on top of a car. It croaked at us and we burst out laughing, that is until the stupid ghost shot it's tongue out at us and attempted to steal the thermos I was holding.

"Keep your nasty tongue away from me," I screamed as I held on to the thermos, and the frog pulled me closer. Sam cracked up laughing and I gave her an angry look.

"I'm sorry," Sam giggled. "It's just that phrase isn't something you expect to ever hear from anyone." I had to suppress my own laughter as I watched Sam run forward and shoot the frog with her blaster. The creature let go of the thermos and I fell backward on my butt. Before I could gather myself together, Sam had caught the frog inside the thermos.

"You ok?" she asked, as she held up her hand to help me up.

"Yeah," I answered as I took her hand and she pulled me to my feet. "Thanks." She nodded and we kept walking.

We ended up fighting one more ghost. I thought it was cute at first, it was a big fluffy green glowing teddy bear with sweet eyes, but Sam was of the opinion that something that cute had to be evil, and man she was right, the thing had teeth, but luckily, was easily subdued.

We were halfway down the street when that stupid Box Ghost showed up out of no where. He looked at us like a deer caught in headlights, said some stupid things about boxes and attempted to escape, but the ghost was so easy to catch it wasn't funny.

"Keeping him in the Ghost Zone is the hard part," Sam told me. I agreed, the ghost had a knack for showing up just at the wrong moment, all the time.

Sam and I parted ways with the understanding that whoever woke up first would wake the other, then we'd head back over to Fenton Works, where hopefully Jack and Jazz would be home.

I walked into the house, and my father asked me about Danny. I told him that there was no change. He asked me about school and I told him it was fine. I knew I was going to be in big trouble for it, but I wasn't going to school tomorrow, I was going to rescue Danny and his mother, unless of course Mr. Fenton wouldn't allow it, but even then, I suspected I'd be going along. I wanted to confront Vlad. He had a lot to answer for.

Sam and I met just as we planned, and made our way to Danny's house. Jack answered the door looking distraught and a little out of it. He was regretful that he couldn't give us breakfast, but I volunteered Sam and I for cooking duties. He looked very grateful, and I have the feeling that someone the size of Jack Fenton requires a great deal of food to keep going.

"Don't worry. I've helped Danny cook before," Sam told me as she lead me to the kitchen. "So I know how some of the stuff works, and doesn't work."

"What do you mean?" I asked, a kitchen was a kitchen. I was good at cooking and didn't need to be shown how appliances worked, but Sam explained that Jack had modified most of the appliances, and they had strange ghostly side effects, turning food either weird green glowing masses, or mutant creatures. I thought it was funny and started laughing.

"It's no laughing matter," Sam told me seriously, with amusement in her eyes. "You'll see."

It was difficult not to become exasperated with Sam. She didn't want to touch any dead animals. I rolled my eyes at her, and she smiled. I told her that she should sit if she wasn't woman enough to cook bacon and eggs, and she sat down with a happy smile on her face, and I had the feeling I'd been tricked into doing all the work, not that I minded.

"This extreme vegetarian thing is really annoying you know," I told Sam as I scrambled eggs. Very annoying.

"I know it irritates people," Sam agreed. "And sometimes it's really hard on me, but I have my principles and beliefs, and I'm not going to put them aside just because no one understands or its inconvenient for me."

"I guess it must be," Valerie said as she helped me find a spatula, it was weird how familiar Sam was with everything in Danny's house. "But don't you miss things like ice cream? Do you eat cake? Cake has eggs in it, and milk."

"I eat soy ice cream," Sam answered, I couldn't help but shudder and Sam laughed at me.

"And cake can be really hard to resist," Sam continued, "But I can most of the time, except I love carrot cake."

"With cream cheese frosting?" I asked, feeling evil and wanted to rub in the fact that cream cheese was a dairy product.

"Yeah," Sam answered guiltily.

"Be careful now," I teased. "I know your weakness. I can subdue you with carrot cake." Sam smiled happily and I continued to cook. It's funny. I really like Sam, I always hoped she and I could be friends, and I was really happy she was opening up to me. The one thing that made me sad was that both her and I had feelings for Danny, and he was a huge road block to our friendship.

Mr. Fenton returned, and I took the opportunity to ask if he knew anything about ghost hunting suits. He looked at me with one eyebrow raised, and I had to explain. I showed him my ghost detector and his eyes, which had been dull and sad filled with interest. He took my ghost detector and sat down to eat, looking at the device the whole time, like he was going to devour it too.

"I used to use it to activate my suit," I told him. "But, the way I activate the suit has changed, since the suit changed…,"

"I'll see what I can do," he told me with a sad smile. He stood and indicated that I should follow him down to the lab. I looked at Sam who smiled at me and nodded her head.

"Sit," Jack told me as he pointed to a chair. He looked at the device and then me.

"Ghost hunting suit eh?" he asked. "Where did it come from?"

"V-Vlad M-Masters," I answered then winced at the angry look in his eyes.

"I see," he said. "Then it is my guess that he deactivated it remotely. Unless you've been near him lately?" He eyed me warily.

I realized he was asking me a question. "No," I answered. "I saw him on Saturday, but I used my sled to fly home, so it was working after my talk with him."

Mr. Fenton scanned me with several devices. "Ah! Vladdy," he said. "Using my ideas are you?"

"What?" I asked.

Mr. Fenton smiled crazily. "All you need to know is that I believe I can reactivate your suit for you. It's just going to take a little tweaking."

"Are you sure?" I asked worriedly.

Mr. Fenton nodded. "I'd drawn up some rather complex plans for a ghost hunting uniform awhile back, the plans disappeared before I could show them to Maddie, for approval. I thought I'd misplaced them, but I think not," he told me in a growling tone of voice.

"You think Vlad stole your plans?" I asked in shock, Mr. Fenton seemed a little nutty, so I began to feel frightened. Would he blame me for the theft of one of his inventions?

"Oh!" Mr. Fenton boomed. "I'm sure of it, though it seems he's done some modifications on my design. We'll have to wait until I get your suit reactivated to see if they're good improvements."

I sat and watched him work. He hummed to himself as walked around me with a thoughtful look on his face. Mr. Fenton made thinking look very hard. He picked up several tools and indicated that I should follow him upstairs.

Tucker was sitting at the table when we made it back to the kitchen. He greeted me cheerfully, as he shoveled food into his mouth. I couldn't help but watch in amazement, it was almost like watching the thermos suck up a ghost.

"You know where to find Vlad?" Mr. Fenton asked, giving Tucker an extremely intense look.

"Y-yeah," Tucker answered. "I've been there before, so has Sam…"

"We don't really have that great of a plan," Sam said nervously.

"I thought you said you had a big plan!" Tucker exclaimed and Sam looked sheepish.

"A really big plan," I teased, Sam rolled her eyes at me.

"I say we just show up," Jack said fiercely. "We show up and use force to take Maddie and Danny back."

"That could work," Tucker agreed. "Vlad wouldn't be expecting that."

Sam shook her head. "Just swoop in with no plan? Isn't that what we always do?"

I watched them argue back and forth, and I felt like I didn't belong among them, after all I was part of the reason they were in this mess after all. If I was in their shoes I would have told me to take a hike.

Everyone stopped talking as Jazz entered the kitchen. She looked extremely tired, and like she'd been crying. I felt so bad for her, she looked like she needed a hug, but I didn't know her well enough to offer her comfort, so I stayed silent and watched.

"What are you doing Dad?" Jazz asked as she sat between Sam and I, as she looked at the tools strewn out on the table in front of Mr. Fenton.

Mr. Fenton looked at his daughter for a moment then answered, "Trying to reactivate Valerie's ghost hunting suit. It's been disabled remotely, but if I can tweak it just right, it should start working again."

"I feel really powerless without my suit," I said feeling a little lame, and hoping beyond hope that Mr. Fenton was right. "I really appreciate you doing this for me Mr. Fenton." He nodded his head, as he returned his attention to his work.

"Have you guys had any trouble with ghosts?" Jazz asked casually, as if talking about ghosts at the breakfast table was an everyday event. Well, it probably was in this house.

"Only with Skulker," Tucker answered, and I looked at him in surprise. "And a few ectopuss and the Box Ghost."

"And a creature that looked like a big fuzzy green teddy bear," Sam added, with a look of amusement on her face.

"And a frog," I said, as I narrowed my eyes at Tucker. He was flirting with Jazz again, which made me sure that Sam wasn't just teasing, he does have a crush on Danny's sister. I'm not sure why that made me feel so sad, but it did, mostly I think because there's no way someone like Jazz would be interested in Tucker. He's a nice guy and all, but Jazz is way out of his league.

"And that's only Skulker?" Jazz asked in amusement.

"All the other ones are easy to fight. Skulker is a little tougher," Tucker answered. I looked at Sam who was looking back at me. She rolled her eyes and I smiled. Poor Tucker.

"Still mentally connected to Danny?" Jazz asked as she turned to look at Sam.

Sam nodded, then answered, "He wasn't able to say much to me, it's hard to hear him."

"We think," Tucker started nervously. "That part of the reason he hasn't woken up, is that Sam and I both have his consciousness, and we all need to like be in the same room with him or something."

Jazz looked shocked and Tucker ratted me by pointing to me and saying, "It was her idea!" Well, at least he's not taking credit for that too.

"It's just a theory," I said nervously.

"A good theory," Sam replied, which made me feel a lot better.

"So when do we go?" Jazz asked.

"As soon as I get this blasted thing working," Mr. Fenton grumbled. "Stupid Vlad used a ghostly interface, which is tied to Valerie's DNA. When he deactivated the device he burnt some of the connections between it and Valerie. It's built into her skin you know, but I cant figure out the exact chromosomal sequence he used."

"Okay," Jazz said slowly. I just stared at Mr. Fenton with wide eyes. I wanted to ask him what he meant, because nothing he said, made sense to me at all. How could anything be built in to my skin? Tied to my DNA? What?

"Are you saying that Valerie is half ghost?" Jazz asked, and I panicked. I wanted to run away. I didn't want to be a ghost hybrid, it was a terrifying thought.

"No," Jack replied. "It seems that the device synthesizes a half ghost state, without it, she's just a normal average girl." I have to admit that was really good news.

"Whoa," Tucker said in awe.

"Yeah!" I agreed, you can say that again. I don't know what I'd do if I found out I was half ghost. Go insane probably. Mr. Fenton started gathering his tools together. He stood and looked at me.

"Come downstairs," he told me. "I think I might have figured this out, but I can't guarantee anything."

He sighed heavily. "If Maddie were here, she'd have it done by now."

I followed Mr. Fenton back into the lab and sat in the same chair I had been before. He stared at me thoughtfully, then handed me my ghost detector.

"Well," he said as he looked at me expectantly. "Try activating it." I did and Mr. Fenton fell backward, knocking several things of the counter, and falling to the floor, as my suit activated. I screamed in shock then ran forward to help him up.

"Thanks," Mr. Fenton said. "I just wasn't expecting to be so dramatic.

"Yeah," I laughed as I looked down at my suit. "It is."

Jazz, Tucker and Sam came tumbling down the stairs looking alarmed. I have a feeling they thought Mr. Fenton blew me up.

"See," Mr. Fenton said happily. "I told you I could get it working again." He held up one finger. "Never doubt a Fenton."

"Thank you, Mr. Fenton," I said trying not to laugh as I deactivated the suit.

Jack shook his head. "No, no," he told me seriously. "Call me Jack. Would you like some fudge?"

"Dad," Jazz said in exasperation. He smiled at Jazz, then sighed and became deadly serious again.

I helped load the vehicle in the lab with weapons as I listened to everyone plan. I had nothing to add, I began feeling out of place again, despite my acceptance by Jack.

Sam fell asleep almost as soon as we were on our way, so I sat talking to Jazz. We talked about ghosts and her family and how ghost obsessed they were. She said that she seemed to be stuck in ghost hunting business against her will, in the interest of keeping Danny safe.

I thought about the Fenton family. Despite the fact that they were a little, eccentric, they were a nice family, and they really seemed to love each other.

Jazz yawn and closed her eyes sleepily, so I left her to rest as I listened to Jack and Tucker arguing about jackalopes. Jack passed out fudge and we sat in silence. I wondered how long it would take to reach Vlad. I was on edge and ready for action.

Tucker brought the Speeder to a halt not that far from Vlad's cabin. I woke up Jazz and Sam at Jack's request, and we sat there for what seemed like an eternity, just staring.

"Well," Jack finally said. "We can sit here and wait for him to come to us, or we can go to him."

"Let's get him!" I growled. I was more than ready to kick butt. Jack nodded his head then looked at Tucker, Jazz and I.

"Are you ready?" he asked. Hell yes, I was ready! I transformed into my suit the moment my feet hit the ground. Man, it felt so good to be back to normal. I know I should probably be questioning my suit, and it's safety, but in some ways I'd grown dependent on it. I felt secure, and I was ready to kick some ghost butt!

It was strange how everyone stayed behind Jack, as we marched toward the door. We were almost there, had almost made it when a massive bear with red glowing eyes and disgusting ectoplasmic drool dripping from it's sharp teeth appeared in front of us.

"Whoa there Yogi," Jack boomed. "You're not stopping Jack Fenton. He pulled out a weapon, I don't know what it was, it looked like at cat o'nine tales. Jack threw it and it wrapped around the bear, while Tucker ran to the side and sucked it into the thermos.

Jack marched forward and stopped. "Kids," he said. "I want you to know that I am not supporting breaking and entering, but my wife and my son are in there and…"

"Dad," Jazz said calmly. "This is no time for a life lesson, just kick the door down."

"You got it Jazzy Pants," Jack said then turned the handle and opened the door.

"I know a kick would be more dramatic," he said importantly. "But the door didn't do anything wrong." We all looked at each other worriedly then followed Jack inside the house.

"This isn't right," Tucker said softly. "We should be, you know fighting off more than one ghost."

"Maddie?" Jack yelled. "It's Jack. Where are you? Danny?"

I wanted to laugh, it would have been inappropriate, but how was Danny going to even hear, and answer Jack? And I think Maddie would be able to recognize his voice.

We split up as we slipped through the house. I was with Sam as we looked through each room. We said nothing, but the tension was high. We struck gold with the third door we opened.

"Danny," Sam whispered then looked around the room warily. I started to move forward but she grabbed my arm.

"This has to be some kind of trap," Sam told me softly as I protested. "There is no way Vlad would leave Danny unguarded.

"What should we do?" I asked.

Sam suddenly burst into a huge grin. "We should wait here," she answered. "A little voice in my head is telling me to wait for back up."

"Danny?" I asked in confusion. "But don't you feel sick?" Sam was still smiling, almost beaming.

"I think it's just distance," she told me. "Because I can hear him perfectly well and I don't feel sick." She put her arms around me and hugged me happily, and I couldn't help feeling her sense of joy too, joy that was coupled with a tinge of jealousy. No matter what I did. No matter what happened between Danny and I, he and Sam would always have this connection, this bond. I would have his heart though, so would it matter? Did I want his heart? Did he even want mine? I like him. I care about him, but…I guess it doesn't matter right now.

Tucker and Jazz came running down the hall. "Look what we found," Jazz said excitedly. "Mom's been making notes!"

Tucker looked into Danny's room and a smile spread across is face. He looked at Sam for a moment and I watched as they silently communicated with each other. Jazz started to enter Danny's room, but I grabbed her elbow.

"Uh," I said nervously and she turned to look at me questioningly. "We're supposed to wait."

"For what?" Jazz asked in shock. I shrugged my shoulders and pointed at Sam.

"We need to wait for Jack," Tucker told Jazz.

"Why?" Jazz questioned, she looked from me to Tucker to Sam.

"The room is guarded," Sam replied.

"How do you know?" both Jazz and I asked.

"Danny," Tucker and Sam both answered together, then looked at each other, smiling. "Told us." Oh man this was getting creepy.

Jack came running down the hall with an angry look on his face. He looked at us and then at Danny. Relief washed across his features, but the grim expression remained.

"A helicopter just took off from the roof," he said. Jazz handed him the notebook and he eyed it with one eyebrow raised.

"Thank you Jazzy Pants," he told her as he patted her arm then looked into the room holding Danny.

"What are we standing out here for?" he whispered. "Are we waiting for something?"

"You," Sam answered. "There are five ghosts in there."

"Five!" I squeaked in alarm.

"That's a ghost for each of us," Jack growled as he armed himself. We all looked at each other nervously as Jack barreled forward.

"Hold on to your seats," Tucker said as he followed Jack. "This is so going to be a bumpy ride." Jazz shook her head and followed.

"After you?" Sam asked as she looked at me.

"No," I said, deciding that if I went in last I'd be able to assess the situation and help where needed. Sam looked at me for a moment and I realized that she hadn't gone yet, because she didn't trust me. It hurt.

"Okay," Sam finally said, and ran in to the room. I waited a moment and went after her, hoping that none of were killed. This just felt too much like a stand off in some weird western. I hate weird westerns.


So there it is, a Valerie chapter stopping right at the key moment. Don't shoot, I'm saving the action sequence for Jazz, she's a little more observant and a lot less zealous. We have Vlad up next followed by Danny….

I would like to request now, that you review, but I'm scared because I'm afraid you're all going to yell at me because this chapter is bad. My humble apologies. Things won't go back that far again and we're speeding near the end, so take heart. Yeah so...just review.