Necali Reinerston (D1–18) Ares Hammersmith (D2–18) Terra Johansenn (D4–15)


"You're sure this is where you saw Pixie Girl attack?"

"Positive."

The three Careers stood exactly where Necali and Ares had been walking back to camp two days before. Terra glared at the far distance as she wondered where exactly Amelie Spaulding had dragged their ally to. She couldn't have gone far or Necali and Ares would have caught her already.

"There's no other way she could have gone except for that red sphere," Terra declared, pointing to the nearest one that had only been a few meters away. Necali raised his eyebrows but did not object. Ares continued to sulk in the background, obviously not happy that they managed to drag him into this.

"Good job, Terra," Necali commended her. He strode towards the sphere, noticing how a trail of crushed tulips led him towards it too. A smirk tugged on his lips as he realized how the gamemakers must have been leading them towards Zelda and Amelie. They must have wanted a showdown.

Although before he was able to jump into the pit, two consecutive canon booms rung in the arena. The three Careers immediately had their backs straight and their heads high up, knowing who could possibly own both canons. The color seemed to have drained mostly on Ares' face with his blank eyes popping out of their sockets.

"I'm going back to camp," Ares grunted, turning his back on his allies.

"Don't be stupid, Ares," Terra snapped. "Those canons don't belong to any of ours."

"How would you know?" he shot back, his head turning to send her a glare.

"They were armed," Necali added in. "If they were attacked, they'd be the ones alive. Maybe they killed a pair of outer tributes."

But despite their assurances, Ares shook his head. "This feels different. Something feels wrong. I don't know about you two because you did little to nothing at all to keep any of your district partners alive. I have to at least make sure it isn't her."

Terra rolled her eyes. "This isn't a matter of district partners anymore, is it? You've grown attached to her. Admit it, Ares."

The blonde from Two scoffed. "I'm a Career. I don't get attached to anyone. What I do know is that District Two needs to get a win this year. Honor for my district is what I volunteered for, and I would consider what I do for Kellisa honorable."

The eighteen year-old boy jogged away from the disgruntled pair and Terra muttered incessantly under her breath at how idiotic he was.

"Forget about him," Necali said, turning back to the red sphere they were just about to enter. "He'll be regretting that when we finally kill Pixie Girl for ourselves."

"I'll be a dear and leave Pixie Girl for you," Terra said with a manic grin as her fingers lingered by the handles of her daggers tied to her belt. "Seven and I have a bit of girl bonding to do."

"You're killing Zelda?" Necali exclaimed in alert.

Completely ignoring his question, Terra stepped in the pit first. The living vines immediately surfaced from the ground and wrapped around her ankle, pulling her in. With an indescribable feeling in his gut as he wondered what Terra was planning on Zelda, Necali followed soon after.


Erizelda Morrison (D8–17) Colleen Reyna (D10–16) Rowen Ember (D10–18)


Colleen could not express how much she loved having another tribute in her alliance with Rowen. It was not like she disliked being around Rowen, not at all. Sometimes it just felt a bit lonely with just the two of them around. Zelda was a talker too. She asked them about themselves and their home lives as if she was really interested in knowing. Rowen barely spoke to her, but Colleen basically narrated her entire story back in District Ten.

It surprised Rowen that it only took another tribute in the alliance to get his district partner to talk as much as she did with Zelda. He still had an eye on the girl from Eight though. There was something in the way she spoke. It seemed so natural that it was unnatural. Rowen didn't understand what he was so suspicious of at that point, but Zelda almost seemed fake in his eyes and ears. It felt like she was hiding something behind all that charisma.

The morning after the heavy pouring of the rain, Zelda was dragged out of the cave to look for possible meals around. This was apparently what the two did every morning and Zelda couldn't pass out despite her sprained ankle. She could walk fine with a limp, but she could feel it swelling the more she left it without much care.

"My mom said sprained ankles were best treated with cold compress," Colleen said as she picked a couple of berries by a bush. Zelda stood by a tree beside her and Rowen had gone another direction to hunt for some animals.

"Nothing cold around here," Zelda answered.

She looked up at the brunette with wide sympathetic eyes. "I know. We'll find something though."

"Colleen–"

"Lena," she said brusquely, a tinge of red on her cheeks. "You can call me Lena."

"Oh." Zelda blinked. "Well yeah, Lena. You know I'm not your ally. I'm just here because I literally am unable to go anywhere else. I don't even understand why you guys are bothering to help me."

"Because we want to," Colleen insisted before thoughtfully adding, "Well at least I want to."

Zelda knew it was hopeless. Colleen managed to attach herself to the girl from Eight too easily. She was going insist on helping her no matter what. Zelda was going to need to talk her way out of this. She knew this pair deserved that victory more than her, but she couldn't help but let her selfish side take over for a while. She needed to get out alive. She had the right strategy to be able to and it did not involve Rowen and Colleen. She also knew the amount of help this pair could give her, but it was not as much as what the Careers could offer. She needed to return to the camp.

"I get really lonely sometimes," Colleen suddenly spoke, snapping Zelda out of her thoughts. "I met this great girl during training. Her name was Relly. She died after the bloodbath. We used to have another ally whom we were separated from because she accidentally stepped in one of those pits. I just feel like I could have done something for them and I don't know. I know it isn't my fault. It's the Hunger Games, you know?"

Zelda wanted her to stop. She wanted to turn around and just walk away. The more Colleen spoke, the more guilt was eating her up inside.

"I never told Rowen this. He already treats me too much of a child. He'd probably think I'm being foolish."

"You aren't," Zelda croaked. "Anyone can feel that."

"I just want everything to stop," Colleen continued. "I know I have no chance at all of winning despite Rowen trying to convince me otherwise. I know what I want though. I want someone normal to win. Someone who hasn't trained for this. Someone who can fend for oneself. A survivor. I'm no survivor. Rowen's been babying me since we met. I'd be dead right now if it weren't for him. But I really think you can win, Zelda."

"No," Zelda said weakly, shaking her head. "You have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't think you can't." the petite blonde smiled, lifting her head up to meet the brunette's eyes. "I really think you can do this. If I could place bets on who wins, it's going to be for you."

Zelda was saved from attempting to think up of a reply by the two consecutive canon booms in the distance. The seventeen year-old probably would have just shrugged it off as a normal occurrence if Colleen didn't abruptly get up on her feet with a panicked look in her eye. Her entire face had gone pale as sheet and Zelda's scrunched up in worry.

"What's happening?" she inquired.

"Rowen," Colleen breathed, barely audible.

And with that, she sprinted away into the trees and left Zelda behind. In absolute shock, Zelda attempted to follow, but after one step with her bad foot she fell forward on the white tulips. Gasping in pain, she lifted her head up, squinting through her tousled hair. Colleen could no longer be seen.

"Colleen!" she called out. "Colleen! Lena!"

Zelda cursed the foolish girl under her breath. She didn't even stop to think twice. Unable to follow the blonde, Zelda stayed seated on the ground as she tried to block out the pain in her ankle. She didn't know how long she waited, but Colleen was gone long enough for Zelda to start worrying a bit. She didn't know much about the sixteen year-old, but she managed to spend enough time with Colleen to care about her a little.

As Zelda stared into the trees with eyes filled with hope for Colleen to return with her district partner, the selfish part of her began to speak to her again. She didn't need to care whether or not Rowen was safe and if Colleen was going to be okay or not. She didn't need to care for anyone. This was the Hunger Games. She could simply go now and hope for the best that they don't catch up to her or stay here and make sure both tributes from Ten were still alive by waiting for Colleen to come back. The sixteen year-old blonde could possibly come back alone and find no Zelda waiting for her by the bush. If that canon really was for Rowen, Colleen would have no other ally left.

The brunette debated with herself on this for a while. Muttering irately to herself, she had not noticed that she wasn't alone after all. Only when the blade of a knife flashed with a whistle before her eyes did she notice that she had company. Unfortunately the knife did not leave her without mark. It's edge grazed through a thick tuft of hair above Zelda's shoulder before sinking into the ground behind her. She managed to push herself up to her feet in panic, leaning on a tree trunk for support. She was terrified to see Necali ready with another throwing knife and Terra with her daggers glinting dangerously under the glare of the sun.

"Did you miss us?" Terra cackled with glee.

"I–I don't..." Zelda stuttered, unable to form an appropriate reply. She was utterly confused at what and who she standing before. Both of her past allies had weapons drawn and did not look very friendly at that moment. Had they been looking for her? Maybe Necali just managed to convince her to look for Zelda, but she doubted that. It was common knowledge that Terra hated her guts.

"Where's Pixie Girl?" Necali growled. Zelda sighed in relief. Of course they were here for that girl from Seven. Sadly they were about to be disappointed.

"She's not here," Zelda firmly said. "I got away from her days ago."

"What?" Terra snapped, clearly not expecting that answer.

"You lost her?" Necali said, just as irritated.

"She kidnapped me!" Zelda hissed at both of them. "What the hell was I supposed to do?"

"You should have reversed the situation then!" Terra shot back, fists tensing as she gripped her daggers. "You should have made her hostage instead of you! Are you really that much of an airhead? You were in our alliance! You knew how much we needed to kill Amelie Spaulding!"

Zelda was out of words to respond. Necali threw her dirty looks and Terra looked ready to kill. At that moment of awkward silence, there was a sudden whimper in the background and both Careers immediately sprang into action. Necali twisted his body around and threw his arm forward together with the knife.

"Colleen!"

The sixteen year-old was luckily pushed down on the ground by her district partner and the knife soared above the pair. Rowen immediately stood up, dragging a shaking Colleen up with him. He began to sprint back into the woods, attempting to get away from the Careers. Necali was just about to throw his third knife, but Terra muttered something to him that made him do otherwise.

"Catch them."

After throwing her a curious look, the seventeen year-old complied and sprinted after the two with tremendous speed. Before Zelda could even think about what exactly he was doing, Terra swiftly locked her arm around the brunette's neck with a dagger ready as it barely touched her smooth skin. Zelda was unable to lean on anything and was forced to put weight on her injured ankle. She could feel Terra's breath tickling her ear as she spoke.

"You're going to need to prove something to me, Eight. How desperate do you want to stay in the safety of our alliance?"

That had been a good question, and if Zelda had gotten it the day the games started, she would have known the answer almost immediately. She had been very desperate. But now? She wasn't so sure.

Zelda watched as Necali caught up with the two from Ten with ease. He tackled Rowen from behind and pinned him down on the ground, sinking the blade of his throwing knife in his thigh to get him injured and unable to travel by the red spheres. Colleen was knocked down beside him, but was kept from fleeing by Necali's knee which dug painfully in her calf. Getting up on his feet, Necali pulled the eighteen year-old up by locking his arm under his armpit. Rowen resisted at first, but Necali threatened to kill Colleen right at that spot as he already had a knife ready by her throat. Reluctantly Rowen complied and stood on one foot, wincing at the pain in his thigh.

"Get up," Necali hissed at Colleen who was still on the ground. His bloodied knife was pointed at her as she dragged herself up to her feet.

"What have you done to him?" Zelda whispered hoarsely, eyes wide as she watched Necali force both tributes to walk back to where Terra held her hostage.

"Necali is pretty much driven by anger, dear," Terra replied with a smirk. "I know you two were close, but there's a much different Necali when it comes to vengeance. Especially when it concerns Sapphire Wilkes."

"They did nothing to Sapphire," Zelda said sharply.

"Oh do you know these tributes, Zelda?" Terra asked with a wider smile.

"They did nothing to Sapphire!" Zelda cried louder, her anger rising as Necali continued to hurt the pair from Ten. "Necali, let them go!"

Terra laughed just as Necali stopped in his tracks, a few feet away from where his ally and Zelda stood.

"This is her fault, Necali. She was just too weak to fight Pixie Girl. You lost another chance to kill her yet again. How would Sapphire feel?"

Necali was seething, flinching at the mention of his deceased friend.

"Get this over with, Terra," he snapped. "Why don't we just kill them?"

"Because I'm offering Zelda a proposition," Terra said silkily.

"I'm doing nothing you say," Zelda spat.

"Oh I think you'll like this one," Terra chuckled darkly. "I want you to prove that you're not weak, Eight."

Zelda narrowed her eyes. "How so?"

"Pass me a knife, Necali."

With a glare, Necali swiftly threw the knife he held at that moment. It nearly grazed Terra's cheek and sunk in the tree trunk behind her with a thud, just like all his other throws that didn't aim to kill. Unlike usual, Terra seemed to get used to this kind of throwing as she barely even flinched. Instead she had an irritated scowl on her face and reached behind her shoulder to get the knife.

"Thanks," Terra said dryly, tugging the knife out of the tree trunk. Necali replied with an all too fake smile. Turning her attention back to Zelda, a smirk tugged on her lips once more as she handed her the knife.

"What do you want me to do with this?" Zelda asked in annoyance.

She was silenced with shock though when Terra took a step back and released her hold. Zelda's breathing slowed as the knife was no longer directed at her throat and her hand massaged the skin of her neck.

"Prove to us all that you're not weak, Zelda." Terra grinned, gesturing to the two tributes. "Throw the knife."

She slowly lifted her head up to lock eyes with both Colleen and Rowen. Colleen did not look too bad except for the healing wound on her leg. Rowen though was beaten. Apparently Necali's knife had not just injured his thigh as bits of scratches were all over his pale skin. His face was thickly coated with sweat and his blonde hair lay flat pasted on his forehead. A drool of blood was threatening to fall out of the corner of his mouth and his eyes would start to flutter close before forcing them open. Zelda could tell the rapid loss of blood from his thigh was affecting him in the head, but her heart ached as she watched him trying to fight to keep himself awake.

"No," Zelda muttered.

"No can't be your answer, Zelda," Terra harshly said. "I'm not yet even done with my offer. Here is an excellent opportunity to prove your worth. If you manage to get the guts in you to kill them both, you'll keep your place in the alliance. No one will ever mention the fact that you let Amelie Spaulding walk away alive from your little situation."

"And if I don't?" Zelda asked quietly although already having a clear idea on what answer she would be getting.

"I'm sure you know the answer to that."

And she did.

"So what do you say?" Terra grinned, eyes glinting sadistically under the sun making Zelda feel sick.

"I'm not– I can't–" Zelda stuttered sounding helpless, eyes gazing over at the tributes from Ten standing as Necali's prisoners.

"Zelda, just do it," Necali suddenly spoke. His tone wasn't as hostile as it was when he talked to Terra.

Necali's words made great impact on Zelda's decision. Just do it. She had to. She wasn't about to waste her chance in getting out of here alive for a pair of tributes she had not even known three days ago. No, she wasn't that kind of person. She was not noble or even the slightest heroic. She came in here with no one to save but herself and that motive had not changed.

Although as she locked eyes with Colleen once more, she realized how she did not have it in her to kill her. Sweet Colleen who obviously deserved to win more than she did, but only one came out alive. Life wasn't fair. It certainly wasn't fair for her because Zelda Morrison was going to win. Nothing could change that. At that moment, she knew what she had to do.

Tearing her eyes away from Colleen, she settled on Rowen who looked like he was just a beat of his heart away from his own death. He held Zelda's stare and there was something in his eye that was different from before. The determination in them was gone. They no longer looked alive. They were so empty that Zelda almost believed herself when she thought in her head that she had given up. He looked to be in so much pain that Zelda could almost feel it too. His lips were parted and they moved as if he were trying to say something.

"You're wasting time, Eight," Terra said maliciously. "Do it or I'll be forced to take a kill of my own."

Taking a deep breath, Zelda tightened her hold on the handle of Necali's throwing knife. She looked from Colleen to Rowen and back to Colleen. She could tell that Colleen knew what she was about to do, but she did not speak up. Zelda didn't expect her to.

"I'm sorry," Zelda whispered under her breath. Whipping her arm forward, the knife sliced through thin air and Zelda merely watched as it sunk in Rowen's chest. With his eyes rolling back, his knees buckled and he fell on the flowered earth, lifeless.

Boom

Colleen cried silently. Her mouth was slightly open with tears flowing nonstop down her pale cheeks. She stared down at Rowen's body, hearing nothing but the sound of her own heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump. It reminded her that she was still alive. She lived, but Rowen, the boy who risked so much for her, was dead. His heart was still and the beating Colleen felt against her chest was nonexistent at his current state. Unfair. This entire situation was unfair.

"Zelda," she whispered so helplessly, voice cracking. "why?"

"Because she has brains, Ten," Terra sneered at her before giving Zelda a nod of approval. "Good job, Morrison. One more to go."

Necali passed her another knife and Terra forced it in Zelda's hand. The brunette felt nothing but a strong tug every now and then at the pit of her stomach. It was a familiar feeling ever since Rowen and Colleen accepted her into their alliance. Guilt.

"I can't," Zelda croaked, refusing to meet Colleen's look of betrayal.

"What was that?" Terra hissed threateningly.

Zelda shut her eyes hard, cursing herself mentally for attempting what she was about to do in the first place. It was a bad idea. It was absolutely idiotic and it would never work. But still a part of her knew that she owed this to Colleen.

Sucking a sharp amount of breath, Zelda raised her elbow up and jammed it straight into Terra's neck. She gasped in pain, her fingers dropping from Zelda's collar and just like that, she was free. Terra though was a trained Career. Recovering all too quickly, she swung her fist forward and Zelda barely had time to duck, finding herself face to face with Terra's chest. Surprised with her agility, Zelda snapped her head up on impulse and her skull took a solid hit on the bottom of her nose and there was a crack. With splatters of Terra's blood on her forehead, Zelda fled. Her ankle throbbed after every pounding step, but she tried to ignore the pain.

"Necali!" Terra screeched as she bolted after the brunette.

Necali though stayed completely still on his spot. His hand loosely held Colleen's arm. Once Zelda reached him, she grabbed Colleen's other arm and with one yank, she was free. He had not even tried. After shooting him a curious look, she continued to run with her arm linked around Colleen's. The blonde though resisted. Zelda practically forced her to run by her side. Terra was still sprinting for them, loudly cursing back at Necali for not doing anything.

"Let go of me!" Colleen hissed, attempting to dig her heels in the ground. Zelda wiped the sweat off her brow as she continued to drag her. She knew she wouldn't be able to go very far if Colleen kept this up. Her ankle would give in soon.

"I'm sorta saving your life right now, and you don't sound very thankful," Zelda replied irately, out of breath.

Zelda was caught off guard when Colleen yanked her arm out of her grip and shoved her to the ground. Breathing heavily, she stood over the girl from Eight.

"You killed Rowen."

And with that, she sprinted in the opposite direction and jumped in the nearest red sphere. As soon as she was gone, Zelda couldn't believe what had just happened. Colleen was not supposed to react that way. She should have realized that Zelda had no choice on the matter. It was her life on the line. Colleen would have done the same. She probably did not even know Rowen that well. She obviously overreacted. That had to be it.

Making the situation even worse, Terra decided to appear.

"No where to run now, Zelda," she giddily said with a manic grin, dagger in hand.

Taking a peek behind her towering body, Zelda noticed Necali had gone from his spot. He was nowhere to be seen. Looking back up at the grinning Terra, she gulped, knowing it was all ending now. She probably should have just killed Colleen. She would still have her life if she did and she may even win. But it was all over and Terra was seconds away from slitting her throat.

Just as the first tear slipped out from her eye, she felt something stir below her fingers. Neck twisting around, she watched as the white tulips to her right slowly grew darker and very red. It formed into a small circle and even Terra was out of words to say. Were the gamemakers giving Zelda an opportunity to live?

"Who cares?" Zelda breathed, answering her own mental question. Looking back up at Terra, she grinned at how her nose was clearly still broken and bloody. She wouldn't be able to travel through the sphere.

After muttering an offensive swear word to the dark-skinned Career, Zelda dropped on her stomach and rolled once into the red sphere, savoring the vines wrapping around her body.


The Control Room


"Knew that girl from Four was insane," Lewis muttered as he watched on the big screen with his colleagues. Terra thrashed around in anger in front of them, stabbing tree barks and kicking fallen fruits.

"She deserved a load more than seven as her score in training," Carter added in.

By the front, Desiree and Franco stood side by side as they watched. Franco only tolerated this because he needed to keep an eye on the redhead. She was currently boiling in anger as she overheard Lewis and Carter praise Terra's actions.

"Don't say or do anything you know you'll regret in the future," Franco said to her, eyes still glued on the screen as the camera switched from Terra to Langston from Six who madly wandered around.

Desiree huffed and turned away from the screen.

"You should even be grateful that we agreed not to kill off Zelda this early," Franco continued to speak quietly under his breath. "She could shake things up in the arena. We still need her alive."

Shooting him a glare, the redhead walked back to her place in the control room. Franco though kept his eyes focused solely on what was happening. Langston was running, eyes wide and bloodshot and his clothes old and dirtied. Franco wasn't entirely sure which direction he was running towards, but he knew he was approaching someone else when a loud continuous beeping sound rang from the arena radar positioned at the center of the control room. Without tearing his eyes away from the big screen, the Head Gamemaker snapped his fingers to grab a certain colleague's attention.

"Details, Carter! Details!" he commanded.

Behind him, Carter immediately sprung to his assigned position by the radar. His eyes followed Langston's tracker as it moved by the west side of the arena towards the north. The beeping was to inform the gamemakers that he was getting closer to another tribute. This particular tribute was Burton Howl who was still resting by the freshwater stream, bloodied and weak.

"Langston Calder approaching Burton Howl," Carter announced, zooming into both boys' trackers.

"No," Franco said stiffly, eyes still glued on the big screen wherein the camera was still focused on Langston. "Get him away from the boy from Eight."

"Why?" Lewis asked, running his fingers through his purple hair in slight confusion. "Wouldn't that trigger more action? The Capitol will love it."

"I have other plans for Burton. Direct him somewhere else. He can easily be controlled. The red tulips have done their job well to him," Franco answered.

Just as Carter was about to reach for the tiny microphone, the beeping sped up twice as fast. He looked back at the arena radar and was surprised to see another tribute who was traveling even nearer than where Burton was to Langston. The tribute had appeared so suddenly and out of nowhere, making Carter assume that one of the red spheres were used. His eyebrows raised once he saw the name right above the tracker.

"Mr. Creswell, you ought to see this," Carter called for the Head.

In a second, Franco was right by his side and he had a similar reaction.

"Well, well..." he mumbled.

"Interesting, eh?" Carter grinned. "Should I bring him there instead?"

He was already clinging onto the tiny microphone. Shaking his head, Franco took it from him and turned to Desiree who was watching nearby. He shoved the device in her hand.

"You do it."

Desiree blanched and wildly shook her head, red curls bouncing around her shoulders.

"Franco, she's not going to be able to–"

The Head Gamemaker shushed Lewis.

"Just tell him to go east instead of north," Franco instructed her. "It's simple, really. Just don't forget to say his name." Lowering his voice and his eyes piercing hers, he added, "Prove to them, Desiree."

She knew exactly what he meant. She has acted too much like a rebel that people were getting suspicious. She needed to act like a normal Capitol citizen for once. She already had the look and the accent. It was how she behaved that made her different from the rest. With shaking fingers, Desiree raised the microphone up to her rosy lips. Carter made a few adjustments to the device before giving her the go signal. The camera was still focused on the running Langston on the big screen and the red-headed gamemaker took a deep breath.

"Langston," she began, her voice echoing from the big screen. Langston immediately stopped, wildly looking around. "Start running east, Langston. Stop running north. Run east, Langston."

As expected, he followed Desiree's voice as his eyes dilated and his body took over. Franco was pleased.


Hello! Here's a new chapter for you all. I know it's mostly focused on the Career alliance and District Ten's, but it was essential and I needed one chapter solely for this scene. It's pretty long and it's a big turning point in the plot, believe me. Honestly, I think the real action is only starting now. Anyway it featured a bit of Langston in the end, just to let you know how he's doing, or at least a gist of how he is. Amelie and Burton will return in the next chapters so get excited! I've got good plans for them.

RIP Rowen; a tribute made by DomiHearts1497. I personally enjoyed his alliance with Colleen because it seemed really natural and for me it was pretty realistic. They're both from Ten with families back home who love them so it's natural that they stay together to survive. I also liked to emphasize Rowen's protective trait and apply it on Colleen which she actually needed to survive the arena. They were a nice pair and I'm going to miss writing them together. Looks like Colleen's on her own now.

Just a tip for the authors who are still in the running for their tribute to become victors. We're in the final eight and trust me, it's only about to get good so stick around! Even for those whose tributes have already fallen, you'd definitely see something change in the next few chapters. Here's a fact: there are only three chapters left in the arena. A chapter or two will be dedicated to the victor after the last chapter in the arena. :-)

EDIT: I forgot to mention that I've changed my pen name! First time most probably last time I'll do this. Jshrn was getting pretty boring for me as it's only my initials of my screen name. Now my name (Jess) is actually in my pen name so yeah! Call me Jess or any other name you can get from my pen name, I don't mind.

~jess