DISCLAIMER: I don't own Digimon, but I do own the OCs introduced in this story and my other stories (except where stated).
Thanks to Crazyeight for beta-reading.
DIMENSIONS
BOOK SIX
Tricks
By Blazing Chaos
CHAPTER 44
The Trick to Emails
SUNDAY, 24th OCTOBER 2010
Shinjuku Park, Shinjuku Ward
10:25 JST
"Waah! Grab my feet Donmon, I'm slipping!"
"Sorry!"
Donmon groaned, pushing up on his Tamer's feet as the boy in turn strained to pull himself up, gripping tightly onto the hard-wearing plastic of the playground item, namely, the "dinosaur". The plaything had seen better days, and had also seen plenty of Digimon attacks, leading to it being shorter and more crushed than it had once been, along with several scorch marks and aggressive ivy plants rapidly encroaching on it.
Ryder, of course, was thankful for its shorter nature: it made it about a hundred times simpler to pull himself up into the "hidden" compartment above. He dearly hoped that Mari wouldn't know of this spot, having not seen the TV show and having not been around in younger days when this was a regularly meeting point for the Tamers, particularly Kazu, Kenta and Takato.
His breath condensed on the cold plastic when he breathed a sigh of relief, his feet now up in the compartment. He pulled himself round, before taking up the pair of crutches that his partner handed to him. The wind whipped through the dinosaur as a pair of red wings propelled the dragon up into the hidey-hole, a tight fit with the boy, his partner and two crutches all squashed into it.
"Can't…breathe…"
"Sorry!"
Ryder savoured the air rushing back into his lungs once his partner's elbow was removed from his chest, before he began to think about their present situation. They would (hopefully) be safe for now, which meant he could deal with a few things he had been putting off.
With a flash, his D-Vice enlarged itself into its full form, the screen blinking with an icon. "Right, let's see who this is…"
His eyes widened in surprise upon seeing the name, before he rapidly digested the words of the message, each sentence adding another level of shock in his mind.
Ryder, it's Rey with Henry, and we're in big trouble. We're stuck in World War Two by the looks of it, a few days from the end. It looks like a Japanese city, and I'm worried that Henry is going to be arrested because he's part-Chinese. The Time Device is burnt out, and I'm really lost for what to do. Please help! There must be some way you can help, you built this thing! I wish I'd given it to you to let you figure out how it works now, but it's too late for that. All I know is that it's connected to your D-Vice, so you're my main point of contact and hope.
The thing is Ryder, it's not only broken, but I think it's out of power too. Even if I manage to fix it, I don't know where I'm going to get that sort of energy from. How did you make this thing anyway?
I'm getting beside the point here. The point is, we're stuck unless either me or you can think of a way to save us, and I'm out of ideas. Please help!
Ryder paused upon finishing, a growing look of bewilderment materialising on his face as he pondered the message, a look which promptly turned to irritation and confusion.
"Well how the hell am I meant to help?!" he asked, looking aside to his dragon-like partner.
"Who is it?"
"Believe it or not, it's Rey and Henry…and they're stuck in World War Two of all places."
"What?!"
"Yeah, and it sounds like they're in trouble."
"So how are they managing to contact you?"
"There's a link to my D-Vice somehow…I must have put it in at some point, somehow. She's contacting me right here right now from across the time space continuum… wait, that gives me an idea!" Ryder pondered, grin of determination appearing on his face as he began to reply.
Rey, it's Ryder with Donmon. You know our secret and I know that you can use it to your advantage.
Donmon watched over as his partner frantically typed away, before his ears finally heard the approaching footsteps. His eyes widened in shock, fearful they had been discovered, before he heard the familiar voice.
"Huh? Ryder? Donmon? What are you two doing here?"
Ryder paused in his writings, both he and his red partner looking down to the source of the interruption. "Jeri!"
"Finally a friendly face!" Donmon cheered.
"Huh?" Jeri mumbled, before looking to Elecmon on her shoulder who replied with a similar look of bewilderment. The pair shrugged, before looking up to Ryder and Donmon again.
"How did you find us?" Donmon asked, looking over the pair as Ryder continued with his email.
We just have to rely on everything working and you should find some way back automatically pretty soon.
"Well, your tail is kind of…hanging out…of the window."
Until then, try fixing the time device and looking out for anything out of the ordinary.
Ryder groaned, pausing in his writings. He sighed, rolling his eyes as Donmon laughed nervously, retracting his tail. "Donmon, you almost got us found."
"Sorry!"
"Now, just let me finish this and I'll be ready to talk in a sec."
Right now though, I've got bigger problems. Mari is trying to kill me, and I'm not sure why.
"Who's he emailing?" Jeri asked, looking curiously at the boy who tapped away continuously at the screen as Donmon half-fell and half-climbed out of the hiding place, stabilising himself when he landed.
I think there's a Digimon controlling her.
"Rey. We got an email from her, and she's ended up in World War Two."
So I'll try to contact you when possible, but expect some delays.
"What?!" Jeri gasped, her eyes bulging as she contemplated the dangers they were now facing.
Good luck! Ryder.
"That's not a good place to end up," Elecmon added, worry flashing across his face.
"No, and by the sounds of it, they're in big trouble right now," Ryder finally replied, tapping the button to send the email off to its distant target. "Donmon, a hand please!"
"Oh, right," Donmon replied, taking his outstretched arm and attempting to let him down out of the hiding place easily. Unfortunately, he failed miserably, crutches and Ryder tumbling to the ground below. "Uh, whoops," the dragon mumbled, a feeble smile on his face as he looked down to his crumbled partner.
Jeri watched the scene with bemusement, realising how much of a Gogglehead Ryder was being as he pushed himself to his feet, with his crutches to help, of course, and grinned as if nothing had happened. Her eyes glanced up to the goggles on his head, finally noticing them and giggling at the sight.
"You finally put them on then."
"Yeah, I just thought it'd be kinda cool to wear them at least for a little while."
"I don't know. You look a bit funny in them."
"Not to mention you're now opening yourself up to being called a Gogglehead by Rika," Elecmon quipped.
"Right now, I'd say that's the least of my problems," Ryder sighed, frowning as he looked over his D-Vice, checking whether it had sent yet. A look of irritation flashed over his face. "What the…stupid piece of junk…" he complained upon seeing the Delivery Failed message, jabbing the screen again before returning to his conversation with a smile once again.
A frown crossed Jeri's face upon hearing his words. "Why, what's wrong?"
"Well, for starters, Mari's trying to kill me."
"Huh?"
"Yeah, this morning, she tried to blow his brains out with her gun," Donmon elaborated, a Jeri gasping in shock as a hand went to her mouth.
"It wasn't a joke either. I was lucky to escape alive," Ryder added.
"But why?" Elecmon asked, bewildered about why Mari of all people would want to murder Ryder, particularly given how distraught she was when he died last time.
"No idea, but…I get the feeling something is controlling her. Like a Digimon or something."
"What about DarkRenamon, is she okay?" Jeri asked, a happy day now turning sour as concern became stuck on her features.
"I hope so," Donmon whimpered, the girl looking sadly to him.
"I think Mari shot her because she was protecting me. Mari wants me dead, but she's going through anyone and everyone who gets in my way."
"Um…am I safe then?" Jeri asked, nervously glancing around through the entrances to the dinosaur as she looked for danger.
"I don't know," Ryder sighed, looking sadly down at the ground. Something caught his eye, an eyebrow raising as he looked over into Jeri's hands, an object glinting where they were held behind her back. "Uh, Jeri, what's that?"
"Um…" Jeri mumbled, looking with surprise to the spanner in her hand as she held it out in front of her. "I think it's a spanner."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Why do you have a spanner?"
"I just…picked it up earlier, that's all. I don't know why, I just…did."
Ryder's face creased up as he looked over the anxious girl, bewilderment flaring across his features. "O…kay…well, anyway, Rey just made it clear I've got other problems too. I'm somehow supposed to help them get back from the past."
"Huh? How can you do that?" Elecmon asked, displaying the same puzzled look as his brunette Tamer.
"Well, Rey said that this D-Vice is linked to her Time Device, so somehow I'm meant to save her and Henry."
"Is Henry okay?" Jeri asked, concern crossing her features once again as she silently pleaded he would be alright.
"Yeah, but he's going to need to keep a low profile, being part-Chinese and all in wartime Japan," Ryder explained, before a reassuring smile appeared on his face. "But, so long as I think of something, and I do have an inkling of a plan here, they'll get back home alive and well before you know it."
"Alive and well…" Jeri mumbled, the words striking a chord in her mind as she unconsciously gripped her other hand to the spanner.
"Uh, yeah, alive and well. All I need to do is…" Ryder continued, shrugging off Jeri's unusual behaviour. His reply was interrupted, however, by a familiar tone from his D-Vice.
"Failed?" Donmon asked, looking over his frustrated partner as the D-Vice was raised in front of his eyes.
"Ugh, yeah. What's going on? It's like something's jamming it," he pondered, before looking over to Jeri. "Hey Jeri, is your D-Arc work…"
"Must…" she mumbled, interrupting his question with bitter tones.
"Huh?" Ryder pondered, unconsciously taking an uneasy step back as worry appeared on his face. Something was wrong.
"Must make…" Jeri growled, her eyes tightly closed and her head pointing towards the floor as she formed an even tighter grip around her improvised weapon.
"Jeri, are you okay?" Elecmon asked, voicing the thoughts of the three males around the girl. She ignored them, instead grappling with thoughts and concepts in her mind, a single key idea coming to the forefront and manifesting itself in a plan.
"Must…make…Henry…DIE!" she screamed, her eyes bursting open as she rushed forward, swinging the spanner towards the D-Vice on Ryder's arm.
Metal met plastic as the spanner smashed into the dinosaur wall, the plaything shaking in response. Ryder had just managed to stagger backwards in time, the attack nonetheless shocking him.
"Jeri, what are you doing?!" Ryder spluttered as Jeri gathered her composure, bringing the spanner back to bear. Elecmon's eyes looked fit to burst out, and Donmon growled.
"Ryder, she's under the same spell!" he reported; ready to defend his Tamer against the attack. He knew, however, they wouldn't be able to retaliate by attacking Jeri, a problem since she would probably be as persistent as Mari had been.
"What, does every girl in the world now want me dead?!" Ryder complained dryly, rolling his eyes.
"I don't want you dead silly," Jeri giggled, her voice taking on a dark tone as she revealed her true intentions. "I want Henry dead."
Donmon's claws flew in the way of the spanner swing, Ryder staggering back again and deciding that he needed to make a run for it as soon as possible. Donmon was growling harshly, hoping to scare the girl back to normal. Elecmon leapt away to the hidey-place as quickly as he could, hoping to get a safe distance from his seemingly-possessed Tamer.
"Leave Ryder alone!" Donmon warned, eyes glaring into Jeri's who looked back blankly, grinning in a way all-too-familiar of her D-Reaper clone.
"If I destroy Ryder's D-Vice, Henry will be stuck in the past to die," she explained, laughing darkly before a glare of malice manifested across her eyes. "NOW DIE!"
"RUN!" Donmon spluttered, shoving his Tamer away before throwing himself between the spanner and his partner. The spanner smashed into his head, the scales providing only some protection against the blunt strike as his eyes began to swim in a sea of dizziness.
"Donmon!" Ryder cried from where he had fallen onto his knees, grabbing a crutch and wanting to help his partner.
"Ryder, I'll hold her off," Donmon insisted, his voice pained and nauseous. "Get out of here!"
Ryder looked over his partner, Jeri pushing forward before being stopped by a claw grabbing the spanner. "Let go!" Jeri wailed, Elecmon watching down in horror and wishing he was in his champion form.
Turning, the Gogglehead's feet began to uneasily touch the ground, his crutches digging trenches in the sand as he jammed them in. He had to get away. He had to put some distance between them. He had to escape as far as he could. He had to…help Donmon.
He took another look back over his shoulder, the dragon having difficulties balancing restraining the girl with not hurting her. Elecmon was by now attempting to convince the girl to stop her homicidal ways, with what looked like very little success. How could he run away from this?
Against his better judgement, he continued to make his escape, hearing once again the clash between plastic and metal as Jeri broke free, losing her balance and smashing into the wall of the dinosaur.
Jeri shook her head, trying to get back a sense of reality but her head wanting to be sick. It should've been so easy, the boy was crippled after all, and her target was in the past.
She glared at the dinosaur and the mammal, standing over her with uncertain looks on their face. Had they hurt her? Was she back to normal? What were they to do?
Her gaze swung round, looking over the spanner now discarded in the sand outside. If she could just get to it…
"SUPER THUNDER STRIKE!" Elecmon cried, turning round.
Seeing her plan falling away from her, Jeri stumbled to her feet, making a desperate attempt to cross to the spanner before it was lost.
She was too late, horror flashing across her eyes as it burst into nothing courtesy of an attack from her partner. She staggered to a stop, staring at where the spanner was and contemplating what her partner was doing. They were partners! He was meant to be helping her, not helping Ryder. She spun around, angrily shooting daggers at him whilst she bit into her lip.
Elecmon looked into Jeri's bitter glare, into her ruffled hair and clenched fist by her side. She looked ready to attack him, but she fought the urge, turning on her heels and pacing off in the other direction, deciding that her target was her first priority. He could be anywhere by now, and she was at a disadvantage by going in the opposite way to the way he had gone. She needed to hurry.
"We have to catch up!" Donmon insisted, quickly making a move to follow.
"Wait!" Elecmon blurted, stopping the dinosaur in his tracks. "I will follow after her; you go find your Tamer."
Donmon hesitated, unsure whether to follow the suggestion or not. Stopping Jeri would stop her getting to Ryder, and he doubted Elecmon would be able to stop her that well. But, on the other hand, Ryder was now alone, without anyone to defend him from a bloodthirsty Mari who was still out there somewhere. Even if he were to Retcon, most things were so unlikely he'd just collapse there and then afterwards, ready to be shot dead with ease.
"Okay," he reluctantly agreed, turning and heading off in the direction Ryder had gone, whilst Elecmon headed the other way. "Just a little while longer Ryder, I'm coming to help!"
Happiness. Bliss, pleasure, nirvana, heaven, whatever you wanted to call it, Chiyo was currently experiencing it as she stared on, her smirk threatening to break her gums. She chuckled, laughing louder once she saw Elecmon and Donmon were out of hearing range. She stood to her feet, coming out from behind the bushes as she no longer saw any reason to stay in hiding.
Everything was going perfectly to plan. Even with Henry out of Jeri's reach, she was still proving useful, and two girls going after Ryder couldn't be a bad thing given his apparent resistance to death.
"Ah, the foils of love," she philosophised, turning to her partner with her smirk never fading. "All love leads to war."
DarkBiyomon nodded reluctantly, frowning before diverting her gaze from her partner. Chiyo raised an eyebrow, her smirk dropping as she paused.
"What's wrong?"
DarkBiyomon cursed herself for not playing along, unwillingly turning her head back to facing her Tamer.
"I'm worried."
"Worried about what?"
"Um…"
"Don't tell me you've gone and started sympathising with them. You're on my side, aren't you?"
"No, that's not it."
"Then what is? DarkBiyomon, I can't say I haven't noticed that you seem to oppose every plan I make, so why?"
"I'm scared…of losing you."
Chiyo raised an eyebrow, before grinning and chuckling in amusement. "Why on earth would you need to be scared of that?" she asked, eyes widened in bewilderment.
"If you fail…you're going to die, I know it."
"But I'm not going to fail."
"But what if you do?"
"DarkBiyomon, this plan is foolproof. Trust me," she said, smiling reassuringly to her partner as she put out a caring hand, one which gently caressed her partner's head feathers. "This plan won't fail, because I made it. We will win, and we will get all of them. With you by my side, nothing is impossible."
"Yeah…sure…"
"You still don't sound that confident."
"It's just…I feel like…um…"
"You feel like what?"
"You've been so happy recently, so why…why are you doing this?"
Chiyo frowned, biting her lip as she tore her gaze away, staring at the crumpled dinosaur through the gap in the trees where they had been hiding. "You know why…" she said bitterly.
"You always say it hurts you to see them alive, but…when you were on holiday you guys seemed to get along so well. And you enjoyed it…you pulled pranks and you talked and you made friends…"
"I enjoyed only tormenting them, that's all."
"But you seem to have overcome the pain so far…why are you risking it all?"
"I…uh…I just am, okay?" Chiyo faltered.
"But…"
"Look DarkBiyomon, here's the cold and fast truth. I'm killing them all, regardless of anything you say. I love you, cause you're my partner, but you can be so stupid at times."
DarkBiyomon frowned, looking sadly at her Tamer's angered face. What could she do? How could she convince the girl she was risking too much? How could she pull the being who had cared for her, who had loved her, who had been her friend through everything, back from the brink of destruction? She owed Chiyo, she owed her this, so how could she pay that favour?
"Let's go," Chiyo said, her voice tinged with bitterness as she turned, striding away from the bushes. DarkBiyomon sighed, nodding sadly before following after the girl.
Unbeknownst to them, they were not the only ones watching someone else at that point. A being who they could only hope to be as sly as, and who could easily compete with Renamon in the subtleness stakes, eyed them carefully, hearing their every word.
Thankful they were out of rang, a black feathered arm raising a black communications device to a yellow beak before a purple finger pressed the button on it.
"Sir, I must report that the Second is currently succeeding in her plan mostly. She is, however, having some problems with her partner, who doubts her likelihood of survival, should she fail."
"Naïve girl. She will die either way, I am sure of that. I have no room for her in my plans, which are about a thousand times better than hers."
"Of course Sir, I did not doubt that for a second. Regardless, do you wish me to continue pursuing her?"
"Of course, but do not interfere. I think it'll be most poignant if she becomes the victim of her own plans."
"Understood sir."
Wings flapped as the bird took to the air, eager to follow after his current target.
Near Inoue Residence
10:29 JST
"I don't understand, where could she have gone?" Hawkmon mumbled, his wings flapping every so often as he soared through the air above the road near their home. His eyes scanned the pavement below, looking for some sign of his missing partner.
It had certainly been an unusual morning. Yolei, like most teenagers of her age, would rarely get up before eleven on a Sunday, let alone get out of the house, and yet, she had today eaten breakfast, changed and left without anyone noticing. This was particularly odd given how late the party the previous night was.
"I do hope that nothing bad has happened to her. Why would she have left in such a hurry? Was it a Digimon? Then again, why didn't she collect me?"
"Hawkmon!" called a voice from below, bringing Hawkmon back from his thoughts as a startled look materialised on his face.
"Yolei!" he spluttered, swooping down to where his partner was standing outside a subway station. He promptly landed in her outstretched arms, clinging to her tightly. "I was ever so worried. Where did you go to?"
"It was nothing major, I just went to visit Ken, but we've got big trouble."
A look of concern once again graced Hawkmon's face as he left go of his partner, landing on the ground and looking up into her eyes curiously. "What's wrong?"
"There's a bioemergence in the middle of the city, and Ken and Wormmon went to help fight it. I came back for you, but we've got to hurry."
"Then what are we waiting for, let's go!"
"Wait…" Yolei mumbled, realising she had to fabricate her plan slightly more to do something so drastic as biomerging. She reached for her D-Terminal, flapping open the screen and pretending to look at an email. "Ken told me in an email on the way here that it's a mega level Digimon, so we're going to have to biomerge!" she explained, returning the D-Terminal to her pocket and reaching for the D-Arc on her belt.
"Right!"
B-I-O-M-E-R-G-E
D-I-G-I-V-O-L-U-T-I-O-N
Hawkmon, Biomerge Digivolve to…
Valkyrimon!
The white bird warrior soared up into the air, surprising bystanders as it flew towards the centre of the city.
"A bit early for a fight, but all the same," Hawkmon quipped.
"Yeah," Yolei agreed, her mind elsewhere as she contemplated the betrayal she would have to perform to make a success out of her plan.
Hawkmon, of course, was completely oblivious.
8TH AUGUST 1945
Nagasaki station, Nagasaki Prefecture
19:23 JST
"We're going to die, aren't we?" Henry asked, eyes locked on the sign in front of them.
"Yeah," Rey sighed, frowning as she finally tore her eyes away from it. She wandered slightly away, feet stumbling across the pavement loosely as if she were losing it. Henry watched her sadly, before she stopped, clenching her fists, as if she were about to say something with the determination of her father and the passion of her mother.
But, as her hands unclenched, Henry realised just how desperate things were. They were in a city that could be destroyed at any time, he as well as the digimon could easily get them arrested, and survival came with the pain that they would be stuck in the past with no way home. In short, they were completely screwed.
"Come on," Rey mumbled weakly, drive lost from her voice as she decided to simply see if any outside chance could work. She began wandering towards the station entrance. "Maybe we can get a train somehow," she said monotonously as she continued to walk. She already knew it was a hopeless pursuit.
"Rey," Henry interrupted, the girl pausing and turning to face him, displaying her full distress. She looked completely hopeless, depressed about their current situation. "Maybe we can biomerge or digivolve and escape…even if that would attract the attention of the authorities…" he mumbled, not sure what to say. "Somehow…I'm sure we still have a chance."
"Yeah Rey, cheer up. Things aren't completely hopeless!" said a cream and green bunny, landing on the girl's shoulder and gently patting her head with his ear. She continued to stare into the ground forlornly, the word having no effect on her until she finally realised what was wrong with the current situation.
The two Tamers looked to Terriermon with widened eyes, as he finally realised his mistake.
"Uh…oh…"
"YOU THERE!" echoed a voice across the plaza, guns cocking in readiness as the trio froze, horror splayed across their faces as they saw the chief soldier from before, accompanied by three of his men.
"Terriermon!" Rey and Henry hissed together, putting their palms in the air flat.
"Momentai!" Terriermon grinned, his ears flying up as Henry and Rey groaned. They were now, well and truly, dead.
SUNDAY, 24th OCTOBER 2010
Shinjuku Park, Shinjuku Ward
10:35 JST
"I shouldn't have stayed up so late last night…" Ryder cursed himself as he hauled himself along, his body feeling like a stack of ton weights as he continually lifted it with the crutches. If he were merely watching himself, he would probably have laughed from the comedy of the situation, but evidently, things were far more grim and real than that.
People hardly noticed him, and, when they did, it was simply in being surprised how fast he was going, or at least, was trying to be going. Nonetheless, at this time of the morning, on a Sunday no less, there were few people out.
"Few witnesses…" his mind chirped darkly.
As he "walked", he made his way into a plaza, raising an eyebrow at the people who all seemed to be going in the opposite direction, and in a hurry as well. He paused once he entered the plaza, looking about in confusion at the expanse. Why were they fleeing? What on earth were they running…
"Crap!" he cursed upon seeing the familiar form of Mari, shooing people from the area because of a supposed Digimon attack.
Unfortunately, his foul mouth attracted her attention, although the smooth way she acted made it appear otherwise. The gun was taken from her jeans, cocked and held up, pointing across the plaza towards him as he froze up.
"Stay still Ryder," she spat, striding towards him with a heavy intent. He gulped, unable to move (and unlikely to get far if he did).
"Mari, please, stop!" he pleaded, but went completely unnoticed as she continued menacingly towards him.
"DON'T HURT HIM!" shrieked a voice, a red blur rushing towards Mari in an attempt to stop her.
Click.
BANG!
Donmon screamed in pain and Ryder's eyes widened as his partner was stunned by thousands of blue sparks radiating from the bullet embedded in his head. Mari looked coldly down at the Digimon, who collapsed to the ground.
"Sorry," she muttered, reloading the gun and reconfiguring it back to its standard mode. "But I have to kill Ryder, and you won't get in my way."
She checked the gun, before lifting it once again to aim at Ryder. She looked along where it was aimed, her eyes tracking the shot, imagining the target screaming in agony before dying.
She faltered, the thought horrifying to her. She became puzzled as to why that was, but a part of her decided to just get it over with.
"Goodbye Ryder."
He gripped his eyes tightly shut, awaiting the inevitable end as her finger moved to the trigger.
BANG!
Mari grunted as something crashed into her chest, throwing her aim well off course, throwing the gun from her hand, and throwing her to the ground sharply. The bullet shot through the air, before being lost in the park. She opened her eyes again, to see…nothing.
Ryder stared on, bewilderment rapidly mounting in his eyes as he cursed himself for closing them in the first place and missing it all. What had happened? What had he missed? But he knew that that was the last thing that mattered right now. He needed to stop her from getting the gun back, and that would need a very quick move.
Mari groaned, feeling winded as she licked her scraped hand, the skin pulled up from it slightly and that which wasn't becoming reddened. She painfully pushed herself up slightly, looking across to her discarded pistol nearby through ruffled hair that had fallen over her face. She reached across to grab it, only for it to be slid aside by a crutch several metres away. She growled in annoyance, looking up to Ryder above.
He glared down into her eyes as if she were some kind of wild animal on a rampage, her ruffled hair, growling and fallen form mirroring that concept rather well.
"Now we talk."
TO BE CONTNUED…
Things are certainly heating up, and Ryder continues to have the worst luck ever. So the usual then.
Until next time…
B.C.
