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"Hello, Wolf-kun. Have you given some thought to my offer?"

"I have."

"And?"

"And I cannot accept it."

"I see. It would be a lie to say I am not disappointed. May I ask why?"

"I don't believe your world exists. No, perhaps it's more that it can't exist."

"Is that so? Tell me Wolf-kun, what do you think is the meaning of life?"

"What's with this all of a sudden?"

"Humor me."

"Fine. I'd say it's to perpetuate one's own existence."

"In other words, survival."

"Yes."

"But even the lowly clam can survive."

"Are we not animals like the clam?"

"Touché. However, there is something that human's possess which the clam does not."

"That would be?"

"Greed. Ambition. Desire. Humans want things. It is as ingrained into us as being bipedal."

"My only desire is to survive."

"That is because you are still young. You have only learned how to survive, but not how to live. If you give me the chance, I will show you life beyond survival. And in exchange, if you find that you don't like it, I promise I will leave you alone. How does that sound?"

"What do I have to do?"

"Ignore the established order. Disregard others and take no heed from external influences. Grab hold of true freedom and give in to your intuitions."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

Kaito's House, Ekoda

"Pick a card, any card," Kaito said, fanning out the deck on the table. "I'll even look away while you do it," he said, turning his head towards the window.

"Okay, mhm, hm, um, let's see, huh," Aoko mumbled as her hand moved back and forth. She was clearly unsure which one to take.

"Oi, are you still not done?" Kaito grumbled, turning back around, "Just pick one already."

"But, there's some trick to it, right?" Aoko protested, "I'm not going to fall for it this time!"

"Ha? Well, do whatever you want," Kaito said, a bored expression crossing his face. He leaned his head against his arm as he watched Aoko mull over which card to take. Finally, she decided to take one from the middle, picking it up and holding it tightly in her hand.

"What do I do now? Put it back in the deck?" Aoko asked after she had taken a glance at the card.

"Nah. Now the card will magically-" Kaito began with a snap of his fingers, "-explode in your hand." Just as he finished, the card in Aoko's hand vanished into a puff of smoke, surprising the girl and causing her to fall backwards off her chair.

"That was mean, Kaito!" Aoko exclaimed, jumping up off the ground, "You rigged all the cards in the deck, didn't you? That's why it didn't matter which one I picked, because they would all explode?"

"Nothing of the sort. You just happened to pick the exploding card. Here, take a look for yourself," Kaito said, handing the deck over to Aoko.

Aoko took the cards and flipped through them. Indeed, the rest all appeared normal and weren't about to explode anytime soon. "Wait, then how did you do it? How'd you know which card I would take?" Aoko asked. That's when she noticed Kaito looking off into the distance, a glazed expression across his face. "Kaito?"

"Huh?" Kaito asked, turning to look at Aoko.

"Is something wrong? You seem distracted," Aoko said, feeling there was something off. Normally, Kaito was overly enthusiastic about performing magic. Today, however, his tricks seemed to lack their usual flair. "Are your paintball wounds still bothering you?"

"Oh, uh, yeah," Kaito replied, for a moment forgetting the lie he had told Aoko. When the girl had asked why he'd missed a day of school before, he had lied and said he needed to go to the hospital after a bruising game of paintball. Though it was highly implausible, Aoko had bought his story. Then again, Kaito wasn't sure he should be surprised. After all, she had yet to figure out he was Kaitou KID either.

"Well, make sure you get plenty of rest, okay?" Aoko instructed. Kaito nodded, glad she wasn't going to press the issue. That is, until Aoko decided to ask him another question, "By the way, how's your little brother doing?"

"Little brother?" Kaito repeated, confused.

"You know, the one in that picture you had," Aoko clarified.

Is she talking about Tantei-kun? Kaito thought, his heart skipping a beat. Suddenly, he wished they were still talking about his "paintball" injuries. "I already told you, I don't have a little brother," he said, trying to end the conversation.

"But then, who was that in the picture?" Aoko continued.

"Uh, that was," Kaito paused, trying to think of a believable answer. Childhood friend? No wait, Aoko would know all my childhood friends. Cousins? No, that's pratically the same as brothers. Some random little kid? But how would I explain having a picture of some random little kid? Uh-?

Aoko spoke before Kaito had a chance to finish. "I understand now, Kaito! I understand!" Aoko exclaimed.

"Huh? You do?"

"Yes. The only reason you would deny knowing your little brother is-" Aoko began, grabbing Kaito by the shoulders, "-because he's an illegitimate child, right?"

"Hai?" Kaito said, dumbfounded. He wasn't sure how Aoko had reached such a conclusion.

"It's okay, Kaito. Even if no one else will acknowledge him, I won't let him fade into obscurity," Aoko announced.

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Kaito exclaimed, pushing Aoko aside.

"Eh? He's not an illegitimate child?" Aoko asked, a perplexed look on her face, "Then is he adopted?"

"No," Kaito sighed.

"Then, are you adopted?"

"Come again?"

"Wait, I get it now, for real! The two of you used to live on Planet Vegeta but your home was destroyed by a giant monster. And just as the planet was about to be destroyed, you were shipped off on a space capsule to Earth. Your little brother, however, was lost in the vacuum of space. Or so you thought, until recently, when you found a picture of him. And now you're on a quest to be reunited. Right?"

"What the heck is that?!" Kaito exclaimed, "What am I, an alien now?! And don't just go ripping off Dragonball Z!"

"You mean I'm wrong?"

"Obviously! What do you think?!" Kaito sighed, "Anyways, you're supposed to be helping me prepare for the magic exposition next week."

"Oh, that's right."

"Don't just 'that's right' me! Why else did you-"

"By the way, did you hear-"

"Let me finish!" Kaito exclaimed.

"-Hakuba might be moving to France."

"Hakuba's moving to France?" Kaito repeated, trying to process the thought. It took a moment before it finally sunk in. "EHHHHHH?!"

Haneda Airport

"Attention all travelers, flight AF 283 from Haneda Airport to Charles de Gaulle Airport will be boarding momentarily. Please prepare your passports and boarding passes before making your way to the gate. Again, flight 283 of Air France from Tokyo to Paris will be boarding momentarily. Please prepare your passports and boarding passes. Thank you."

"I guess that's me," Hakuba said to himself as he stood up. He looked around, double checking that everything was accounted for, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his passport and boarding pass. Then, with his carry-on in tow, Hakuba made his way towards the gate. He didn't get far though, when a man suddenly called out to him, tapping Hakuba on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, you dropped this," the man said, holding out a omamori, a homemade Japanese charm.

"Oh, thank you," Hakuba said, taking the charm and placing it back into his pocket.

"From someone special, eh?" the man asked, giving Hakuba a knowing wink.

"Ah, something like that," Hakuba replied. Then with a polite bow, he said, "Sorry, I have a plane to catch. Thank you again." And with that Hakuba made his way through the gate and onto the plane.

Once boarded, Hakuba glanced at his ticket to confirm his seat number: 3A. His benefactors had so kindly put him into first class, and a window seat at that.

"Well, I guess it's to be expected," Hakuba mumbled, finding his seat and plopping down once he had stowed away his bag into the overhead compartment. He then pulled out a magazine from the seat in front, flipped through a couple of pages, but upon finding it rather dull, decided to put it back. Sighing, and waiting for the plane to take off, Hakuba reached into his pocket and brought out the omamori again, holding it up as he stared mindless out the window. The omamori dangled in the air, the pale yellow cloth held up by a red string. On the cloth was sewn the following: May you find great success.

"Someone special, huh?" Hakuba mumbled, his mind recalling the charm's origins...

Agasa's House, after the murder at the Twilight Hotel

"What are you working on?" Hakuba asked, peering over the girl's shoulder.

"Biochemical synthesis," was the dry response he received.

"Hm? That's some pretty advanced formulations," Hakuba noted.

"I'm not actually a little kid, you know," Haibara snapped.

"Ah, that's not what I meant. Those formulas, they're pretty complex, even for university professors. You must be really smart," Hakuba explained.

Haibara felt herself blush at the compliment. "It's not like you saying that makes me happy," she mumbled.

"I see," Hakuba said, noticing the blush. He decided to change the topic, "Are those formulas related to the men in black?"

At that, Haibara's eyes instantly narrowed. "So you do know about Them."

"I've managed to figure out a bit," Hakuba admitted.

Haibara sighed, realizing that if Conan trusted the Brit, then she probably could too. "It's part of the antidote for Apoptoxin 4869."

"Apoptoxin 4869?" Hakuba asked.

"It's the drug that shrunk me and Kudo-kun," Haibara explained.

"So this antidote will return you two back to your original bodies then?"

"Yes. I've already devised several temporary antidotes which have managed to return Kudo-kun to his normal size. However, the effects always seem to wear off due to antibody interference."

"Hm," Hakuba said, taking a look at the computer. "What if you tried adding a hydroxyl group here?" he suggested, pointing to the screen.

"Eh?" Haibara asked, taken by surprise.

"If you make this area more polar, it'd increase the binding affinity, right?"

"I see, that could work," Haibara muttered to herself. Then turning to Hakuba, she said, "You're pretty good yourself."

"I took a couple of college level chemistry courses when I was in England," Hakuba said, giving Haibara a smile, "Now, let's see what else we can do about this part over here." Haibara watched as Hakuba scrolled through the formulas, a look of concentration appearing on his face.

"Is he...actually trying to help?" Haibara wondered silently, the thought causing her to look down at the ground and away from Hakuba. She could feel a sudden pang in her heart, as a mix of shame, confusion, and happiness overtook her, almost causing her to tear up. Why were all the people around her like this? Haibara wondered. Why were they all so willing to help complete and utter strangers? "The Shonen Tantei. Hakase. Kudo-kun. And now even Hakuba-san," she thought. Why were they all so selfless? Haibara couldn't help but compare it to her own cold, and much more analytic, nature. And the comparison made her feel icky inside.

Before Haibara could think about the topic anymore, Agasa suddenly interrupted. "What are you two up to?" he asked, noting that Haibara and Hakuba were crowded around the computer.

"We were just working on the formula for the Apoptoxin antidote," Haibara explained. She could feel her emotions settling down as her cool demeanor retook its proper place.

"Eh? Hakuba-kun too?" Agasa asked, surprised.

"Yes, Hakuba-san is surprising knowledgeable," Haibara said, with a tone such that Hakuba couldn't tell if he was being complimented or derided. Then turning towards the stairs, Haibara said, "I'm going to go change. Feel free to continuing working if you want, Hakuba-san." And with that, Haibara left Hakuba and Agasa alone together in the lab.

There was a brief awkward silence before Hakuba suddenly spoke. "So, you're an inventor, Agasa-san?" Hakuba asked.

"That's right!" Agasa replied, puffing out his chest (or perhaps it was his stomach) and laughing proudly.

"In that case, can I see some of your inventions?" Hakuba asked, curious as to what Agasa had been working on.

"Of course," Agasa replied, always happy to show off the products of his labor. He walked over to a nearby cabinet, pulling out a box-shaped objected, and placed it on the table. Hakuba came over to take a look. "Here's an instant cooker that can heat food up to 450 degrees Fahrenheit in 0.01 milliseconds using the power of plutonium. I call it the Super GammaWave!" Agasa exclaimed.

Hakuba looked at the machine with a clearly doubtful expression. "Isn't plutonium radioactive?" he asked, pointing at the box.

"Well, yes," Agasa admitted, "Due to that, the Super GammaWave wasn't a big success."

"Wouldn't its lack of sales be more due to the fact that it's illegal to possess radioactive materials?" Hakuba asked.

"And next up is the Super Floater," Agasa announced, clearly ignoring Hakuba's previous comment. From another cabinet, Agasa pulled out what looked like an ordinary pair of shoes. "Try them on. They'll let you float above the ground, like a hovercraft."

"That sounds interesting," Hakuba said, putting the shoes on. After flipping a switch, Hakuba felt his body instantly rise above the ground, allowing him to float in mid-air. "I'm impressed-" Hakuba began.

"Oh, I forgot to mention. Since it uses a lot of power, the device only works for a couple of seconds at a time," Agasa explain, just as the shoes ran out of power and Hakuba came crashing down to the ground.

"-Gah!" Hakuba exclaimed, rubbing his back in pain, "Doesn't that make this useless as well?!" Hakuba quickly took off the shoes and threw them back into the cabinet.

"And lastly, my newest invention-" Agasa said, holding out a tray of freshly baked cookies.

"Oh, these actually look pretty good," Hakuba said, grabbing one and taking a bite.

"-Laxative cookies!" Agasa exclaimed, showing off the cookies proudly.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" Hakuba exclaimed, realizing that he had already swallowed. Instantly, he could feel his bowels begin to churn. "What are they, super laxatives?!" he asked, gripping his abdomen.

"Super absorbent and fast acting, with an average action time of three seconds," Agasa boasted, holding out three fingers just to emphasize his point.

"Ah, where's the bathroom?!" Hakuba asked, ignoring the professor's useless information. He suddenly realized that he couldn't hold it in much longer.

"Upstairs, first door on the left," Agasa said as he watched the teen rush up the stairs. "Maybe they're too strong?" Agasa wondered.

As Hakuba rushed up to the second floor, he could feel his bowels crying out, seeking release. "Toilet, toilet, toilet," Hakuba mumbled, his eyes darting around for the door. "First one on the left, right?" he recalled, putting a hand on the doorknob. Then with one swift motion, Hakuba swung open the door and entered. However, what he found wasn't the toilet, but rather, a half-naked Haibara, in the midst of changing. "Oh, uh, sor-," Hakuba began, a bit dumbstruck at the situation. He didn't get to finish however, as Haibara turned just then and, upon seeing Hakuba staring, screamed.

"YIIIIAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

"Ah, I didn't-" Hakuba tried to explain, hoping to calm the girl down. However, Haibara was in a frenzy already and beyond listening.

"Pervert! Pervert! Pervert!" she yelled, growing deep red.

"Like I said, this is just a misund-" Hakuba tried again before a giant pan came flying at him, smacking him right in the face.

"That bruising looks pretty serious," Agasa said.

"Hmph. It's what a pervert deserves," Haibara retorted, folding her arms across her chest.

"Like I said, you're misunderstanding," Hakuba replied as he a stuck another Band-Aid to his face. The pan had hit pretty hard, along with the other random things Haibara had decided to throw his way. "I was looking for the bathroom. And Agasa-san said it was upstairs. I didn't know he meant the first floor, as in upstairs relative to the basement. I thought he meant upstairs as in the second floor."

"So are you saying it's my fault? You're the one-" Haibara began, but abruptly stopped when she noticed something coming out from the basement stairwell. "Hakase, what is that?" she asked, pointing to the expanding green substance.

"That's not good," Agasa managed, just as the green substance exploded out the stairwell, covering the first floor in green slime.

"Hakase," Haibara said, trying to contain her annoyance. She lifted a hand to wipe the green slime out of her eyes and off her face. "What happened?"

"Ah, I was trying to fix the green goo gun, seeing how it jammed too easily the last time we used it."

"It doesn't look fixed at all," Hakuba said.

"Ahahaha," Agasa laughed, scratching his now slime covered hair.

"Geez," Haibara sighed.

"So, you can stay in here," Haibara said, opening the door.

"This looks like a supply closet."

"Oh, that's very observant of you."

"You mean it's actually a supply closet?!" Hakuba exclaimed, face-palming.

"What else can we do? You were supposed to sleep on the couch downstairs but it's covered in slime. We'll have to wait until tomorrow to clean it up."

"Um, isn't there a room I can sleep in? Like maybe on the floor of Agasa-san's room?" Hakuba asked.

"His room is too small. There's barely any floor space."

"I see," Hakuba said, still holding his pillow, "Maybe I can just sleep in the hall then."

"There'll be a draft. You'll catch a cold," Haibara pointed out.

"That's true," Hakuba said, scratching his head, "And I can't sleep in the bathroom. This is turning out to be quite the dilemma."

Haibara took a look at the despairing teen and sighed. "You can stay in my room for tonight."

"Eh?!"

"Alright, here's the deal," Haibara said, "If you try anything weird, I'm calling the police."

"I already told you, Haibara-san, I'm not interested in-"

"What was that?" Haibara interrupted, clearly ticked.

"Thank you for letting me stay here," Hakuba corrected.

"Whatever," Haibara said, allowing herself to lie down, "Just stay down there."

"Hai," Hakuba replied, also lying down, "By the way, why is your room bigger than the professor's?"

"Because I'm a girl, of course."

"Is that a reason?" Hakuba thought silently. "Ah, I see. Good night then," he said.

"Good night," Haibara replied as she let her eyes roam to the ceiling. As Haibara stared blankly at the space above, her mind wandered again to the events earlier, to the notion of selflessness. Lately, she realized that she was surrounded with selfless people- Agasa, Conan, and even Hakuba. But that only made her wonder. Was it because they were raised that way? Or did it come from some inherent disposition? And did they not realize that it was silly to help complete strangers? Especially when there was little chance for the favor to be returned? As Haibara mulled over her questions, she fell back to the only type of analysis she knew: scientific analysis.

Altruism, the act of helping others without expectation of recompense. But such a thing went against survival of the fittest. So then why? Why did some of the smartest people she knew act out of such altruistic motives? Or perhaps it was normal to be altruistic? Perhaps her time spent working with the Black Organization had corrupted her sense of normality? Had made her cold and calculating?

"Haibara, can I ask you something?" Hakuba suddenly said, startling Haibara out of her thoughts.

"What?" Haibara asked, turning on her bed to face the detective.

"Those men in black, they're still after you, right?" Hakuba asked.

"Yes."

"Can you tell me about them then?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I want to help you investigate them," Hakuba said, likewise turning to face Haibara.

"What? What's with this all of a sudden?"

"I just think you might need my help, that's all."

"I don't need your help and you don't know anything about me," Haibara snapped.

There was a silence before Hakuba replied. "You're wrong about that. It's true there's a lot I don't know about you, Haibara-san. But I do know something. That night on the rooftop of the Beika Museum, when you thought you were talking with Gin, I could tell you were afraid. You were afraid and yet you were willing to be there anyways, because you were willing to be afraid so that your friends wouldn't have to be. You confronted Gin to protect your friends, right? And even when you were losing consciousness, you told me to run. Even to someone you didn't know, you showed concern."

"That's not it! I was just-"

"Haibara-san, you keep putting on a brave face, but I can tell that you're scared inside. Because you're independent and strong-willed, you hide your fear and try to do everything by yourself," Hakuba said, "Please, won't you let me help you?"

"Why? Why would you go so far to help a complete stranger?!" Haibara asked, finally giving voice to what she had been thinking the entire time.

"That's what it means to be human," Hakuba replied, so simply, so confidently, that Haibara's eyes opened wide in surprise. "To be human is to help others in need. After all, no one can survive alone," Hakuba said, "And besides, we're not really complete strangers, right?"

"I-" Haibara stuttered, unsure what to say.

"Also, I haven't told anyone this yet, but I'm thinking of working for an intelligence agency. I have an interview soon and if I get the position, I figured I could use the resources to investigate into the organization that's after you," Hakuba said.

There was another pause before Haibara replied. "Baka. You. Hakase. Kudo-kun. You're all bakas," Haibara mumbled, turning her back to the Brit.

"I'm sorry if I was imposing. I didn't mean-" Hakuba began.

"Come up," Haibara said, cutting him off.

"What?"

"You'll get back-pain sleeping on the ground like that without a futon, right? You can come sleep on my bed. It's more than big enough for two people," Haibara explained.

"Are you sure?"

"Hurry up, you idiot, before I change my mind," Haibara said.

Hakuba nodded, moving his pillow next to Haibara's and lying down.

Haibara sighed and shut her eyes, for once sensing that her large bed was not so empty. "Goodnight, Hakuba-kun," she mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

"Goodnight, Ai-chan."

It was about six in the morning when Hakuba woke up, feeling that his hand was resting on something soft. Through sleepy eyes, he looked over and noticed that it was none other than Haibara's chest. Given that Haibara was still in her child body, her chest also happened to be flat as a board. However, that was not the main issue as, unfortunately for Hakuba, Haibara also happened to awaken at that very moment, and upon noticing where the teen's hand had found itself, proceeded to scream at the top of her lungs.

"Pervert! You pervert! I hate you! Get out! Pervert!"

Hakuba had managed to find himself in yet another misunderstanding.

"Thank you for letting me stay," Hakuba said, bowing slightly.

"No, thank you for helping clean up the slime," Agasa replied, showing Hakuba to the door.

Hakuba paused for a second as he looked around, before finally saying, "Well, I'll be off then."

"Alright, take care," Agasa said.

Just as Hakuba was about to leave, a voice called out to stop him. Hakuba turned and saw that it was Haibara. "Here," she said, handing him a omamori. "You have an interview soon, right?" Hakuba took the omamori and held it out in front of him.

"May you find great success," he read off the charm. "Thanks, Ai-chan. I'll treasure it," Hakuba said, giving Haibara a smile.

"Go die in a hole, Pervert," Haibara said, turning and storming off to the lab.

"That's pretty harsh," Agasa remarked.

"Yeah," Hakuba said, looking down at the charm and smiling.

Lyon, France

"Dr. Redgrace, your three o'clock is here," the secretary announced over the speaker.

"Buzz him in," Dr. Redgrace replied, setting aside the news article he was reading. It had been about a recent breakthrough in human-machine systems by a certain William Neye, and while it had been an interesting read, there was work to be done now.

The door opened and in walked a British teenager. "Good afternoon," he greeted, extending his hand for a handshake.

"Hello," Dr. Redgrace replied, standing up and taking the hand. Now where have I seen him before? the psychologist wondered as he invited the teen to take a seat. Once they were settled, the man continued. "So, Mr. Hakuba, you're here to interview for a job position with us, correct?"

"Yes," Hakuba nodded.

"In that case, allow me to introduce myself first. I am Dr. James Redgrace, the head psychologist here. I will be conducting your interview."

"I am in your care."

"Good to hear. Shall we begin then?"

"Yes, please."

"Okay. First of all, can you describe yourself for me?" Dr. Redgrace asked, pen and paper ready to take notes.

"Yes. Saguru Hakuba. 17. Born August 29th, 1995. My father is Japanese. My mother is British. I am currently-"

"Ah, sorry to interrupt," Dr. Redgrace said, putting up a hand, "That's not what I meant by describing yourself."

"Sorry. Did you want me to discuss some cases I've solved?"

"Uh, that's not it either."

"Then I don't quite understand. What exactly are you asking?"

"Well, tell me what you like to do, what your hobbies are. I want to get to know you as a person," Dr. Redgrace explained.

Hakuba thought about it for a moment before replying, "I like taking care of my pet hawk."

"Oh, that's interesting. What's its name?"

"Watson."

"From Sherlock Holmes, I'm guessing."

"Yes," Hakuba confirmed.

"Anything else?"

"I enjoy playing billiards," Hakuba added.

"Competitively?"

"Sometimes. I made it to the top ten in the Junior Nationals competition."

"That's quite the achievement," Dr. Redgrace praised.

"Thank you."

"Okay then," Dr. Redgrace said with a smile, "I guess we'll move on to the questions you were probably expecting."

"That sounds fine by me," Hakuba replied politely.

"Let's see," Dr. Redgrace said, making as if he were thinking of an interview question. In truth though, he was looking at Hakuba, trying to remember where he had met the teen before. And then it suddenly hit him. That's right. We worked a case together, the man recalled, back when I was still with the FBI, back before I burned my identity to plant a CIA agent named Mizunashi Rena into the Black Organization, back when I still went by the name, Akai Shuicihi. So, he's the kid from back then, huh? The psychologist took one last glance at Hakuba before grinning. If I recall, he was quite promising back then. "Alright, let's begin with the first question-" Let's see if you live up to expectations, Saguru Hakuba. "-Tell me, why do you want to become an agent of INTERPOL?"

Post Story Notes

Hints that Dr. Redgrace was Akai Shuichi

Red in Japanese is Aka which is a pun on Akai
Grace is a synonym of beauty, which in Japanese is Shu
Dr. Redgrace treats Conan like an adult
The following quotations are all from the Mizunashi Rena arc (Chapter 600ish):

"You can leave the rest to us." is Akai to Conan when Conan want to call Kogoro to help transport Rena out of the hospital
"Are you willing to try it?" is actually a quotation from Conan to Akai about the plan to insert KIR back into the BO
"Don't have that kind of face" Akai's trademark quotation.
"You looked like someone who'd just seen a ghost," since everyone thought Akai was dead, killed by KIR
"Perhaps in another lifetime." Same as the quotation above.

And as promised, here is the Hakuba x Shiho.

See you guys in the next chapter!