Without further ado...here it is...the final chapter of this monster of a story...


Steve approached the house, grabbing his towel on the way. The morning was mild with temps in the low 70s. The sun warmed him as the breeze teased him into wrapping the towel around his shoulders. This had been his first swim since his best friend had been kidnapped, and the water had been rougher than he liked, but he'd relished the challenge, needing desperately to concentrate on something other than his dead mother and injured partner.

It had been a relief to finally cry, to let it all go. And Danny had not let him off easy. They talked for more than an hour. Each man opening up about their worries and fears. Steve had lost track and eventually fell asleep, waking later in the night to find Danny gone. He wasn't sure what he'd expected but it had felt a little lonely to wake up and find his bed empty.

Stopping on the lanai, he took a quick inventory. He felt good. A bit more winded than normal, but he just needed to get back into his rhythm. He pressed his hand over the waterproof bandage on his arm. The stitches had been removed from where he'd been grazed, but he was under orders not to expose it to ocean water just yet. Infection was still a possibility. The wound had begun to heal and was approaching the itchy stage. He couldn't wait for the scab to peel away so he could assess the damage to his tats. His job had a way of eroding the things he loved.

He unlocked the door and reset the alarm, hoping the rest of the house was still sleeping. They'd all been under so much stress. He was happy Danny and Grace felt safe enough to relax and settle in. Having his ohana around made Steve feel so much better.

A glass of water by the sink alerted him to the fact that someone had been in the kitchen since he'd left about an hour ago for his swim. Listening intently, he heard nothing that suggested anyone was still up. No one had greeted him and he didn't hear the TV, which didn't mean anything. Grace had become quite stealthy, and he knew she should soon be up for school.

But it wasn't his niece he found in his living room.

Danny lay on the couch with the television on mute, face planted sideways into a pillow. Steve crossed his arms over his chest and smiled. Glancing at his partner through watery eyes, he sent up a thank you to the universe. His best friend was alive and drooling on his couch, half covered with the ratty old afghan they both loved.

Steve was pleased to see Danny's leg propped on pillows with what appeared to be a fresh wrap on his calf. Max had been pretty adamant about Danny following his orders. His leg was finally healing, and he needed to rest for continued progress. The ME had even threatened to cut off the appendage himself if Danny didn't listen.

Lowering himself into the nearest chair, he continued to study his friend. He'd never get tired of watching the man, even when he felt like knocking him on his ass. The rest of the team had joked about taking turns babysitting Danny. Surprisingly they hadn't gotten on each other's nerves this time around.

Danny shifted a little and wrinkled his nose. He rubbed his face into the pillow in an effort to scratch the itch and wiped himself right through the drool puddle. His hand went to his face and he groaned.

Then he noticed Steve.

"How many times do I have to tell you it's not polite to-"

"Good morning, buddy. How long have you been up?"

Danny used his shirt to wipe off his cheek. "I heard you go out."

"You didn't have to get up."

"Couldn't sleep. Leg was cramped. Needed a pill."

Steve nodded. He was happy Danny was taking his meds.

"Those things knock me out."

"Why don't you go back to bed?"

"I'm awake now."

"Doesn't look like it."

"Yea I feel like a zombie. Not sure if I'm dead or alive this morning." Danny stretched, his T-shirt hiking up to expose his belly. Yellowed bruises still covered his body in what he joked was someone's idea of modern art. "Plus I have to get Grace to school."

"I'll take you."

"Nope, it's Chin's turn. He insisted, which is ridiculous. I'm a grown ass man."

"Danny you shouldn't drive for another week. Doctor's orders."

"I know this. Doesn't mean I have to go along willingly, right?" He sat up and grabbed his cane, tapping the coffee table a little too hard.

"Hey, stop that. I'll make you buy a new one."

He rolled his eyes. "Like I'm gonna hurt it. You're the animal with those giant clown feet of yours."

Steve looked down at this feet and smiled. "You know what they say, partner."

Danny snorted. "Ew and no, my friend, that's a myth."

"You wish." Steve wiggled his eyebrows and headed for the kitchen. "You hungry?"

"I could eat." Danny followed. "You makin coffee, too, babe?"

"Boy, someone's quite demanding this morning."

/././

The alarm startled Steve. He'd fallen asleep on the couch with the local news rambling in the background. Jumping up, he grabbed the gun he'd tucked under a pillow.

He scanned the room and listened. The door rattled and then there was pounding. "Steven!"

Mary.

He silenced the alarm and opened the door.

"You changed the locks." She glared from the porch before shoving him out of the way. Then she noticed the gun and got even more angry. "What the fuck? Is that the way you greet all your guests?"

"Sorry." He tucked the weapon into his waistband. "Wasn't expecting company."

"Where is everyone? I was expecting the whole gang." She set her bag on the chair and glanced around the room, looking toward the kitchen. "This place is a ghost town."

Mary winced at her comment.

Steve didn't seem to notice. "Chin and Danny took Grace to school."

"You didn't go with him?"

"I - uh - I'm grounded."

"Grounded? What?" She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "No, wait, don't tell me. That has Danny written all over it."

They just looked at one another for a few seconds, saying nothing. Both waiting for the other to crack a joke.

Mary reached out, but didn't touch him, letting her hand fall about halfway there. "Are you okay?"

Steve closed his eyes, chest tight. Mary knew that was a loaded question. Recovering quickly, he grit his teeth and willed the tears away.

"Mar? Why are you here?"

"Why do you think, you bonehead?" She smacked him hard and he winced. "Hey, sorry. You sure you're okay?"

"Just a little sore."

She studied his arm and the bandage hidden just under his sleeve. "Were you shot?"

Again.

Her eyes warned him not to lie.

He nodded and cleared his throat. Their conversation was getting dangerously close to the edge. He didn't want to break down. Instead, he put on his best smile.

"It's fine, Mar. But yea, I was shot. I'll tell you about it later, if you want." He leaned in for a hug. She stepped into his arms and again, they were quiet for a few breaths.

When they parted, he took a better look at his sister. "When did you get in?"

"About two hours ago." She made the statement like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like she visited every weekend or something.

"Why didn't you call? I could have met you."

"I didn't want to bother you." She didn't even sound sure of her own excuse. Of course she could bother him. She took great delight in bothering her big brother. But not now. Not today.

He knew she was getting her bearings, keeping her distance. This was new territory. Yet not so new. Their mother had never really come back from the dead for Mary. He sensed she was giving him space. And it made him want to scream.

"You could have called when you got here." Steve looked away and took a deep breath, hoping to reset the conversation. "Where's your stuff?"

He looked back toward the door. "Where's Joanie?"

"Back at the hotel with Jeffrey."

"Jeffrey? Hotel? Mar, you can stay here."

"Danny's here with his daughter. I didn't want to-"

"This is your house too."

"No, Steve, this is your place."

He frowned at her and found another line of questioning. Because that's what he did best when it came to his sister. "Who is Jeffrey? Have you checked him out? Seriously Mar, you have to be careful."

She rolled her eyes. "Steven! Stop it. Yes, I checked Jeffrey out. He came with excellent references."

"References? What?" Steve wrinkled his nose.

Mary bit her lip before crumbling into a laugh. "He's a manny, Steve."

"A manny?"

"Yes, a guy that's a -"

"I know what a manny is, Mary. Why do you have one?"

"I've been traveling more for work, and I need some extra help."

"How can you afford-"

She held up her hand. "I'm not gonna talk about this now. I'm done justifying my life to you, big brother."

He backed off and let her pass him.

"I could use some coffee. Want me to make a pot?"

"There should be some ready. There's always coffee with Danny in the house."

"Speaking of Danny..." Her voice trailed after her and Steve followed. "How is he?"

"Danny's Danny."

Mary nodded as she fixed herself a mug of coffee. She took a sip and frowned. "And he has terrible taste in coffee."

Steve smiled. "He loves that stuff."

/././

He approached the grave, hands in his pockets.

These last few weeks had been difficult. He'd broken down and cried more than once.
At the drop of a hat. For no reason. Steve thought of all the things people said about mourning and loss.

Fuck it all. He was above it...until he wasn't. And his emotions spilled out all over the place.

Thank God for his friends. Especially Danny. Steve smiled. It was Danny who'd sent him here in a roundabout way. He'd shoved him out the door. Told him to go for a drive and clear his head. He'd even gone so far as calling him clingy.

Kneeling down, Steve brushed the leaves away from the marker, tracing the letters and numbers with his finger. Was this what he too would one day be reduced to? He wanted desperately to ask his father what it all meant. Why did any of this have to happen? Did death bring any answers?

"Dad..." When he said the word, he stopped and took a slow and steady breath. He was a little shaky and unsure of himself. Which felt all kinds of wrong. He was always in control. "I don't know what to say. I just got in the car and drove. I ended up here."

Steve closed his eyes and pictured his father. The memories from his last round with Wo Fat were still fairly fresh in his mind.

"I had a dream." He laughed. "Why lie to you? You might know already. I was...tortured."

The admission made him pause. He didn't like to dwell on what had happened, yet he continued.

"I was given some powerful drugs. I thought you were alive. That Danny saved you." He chuckled again. "You'd like Danny. He's a lot like you."

He placed his hand over his father's name, feeling the cool stone against his skin.

"God, I miss you all over again. If that makes any sense." Tears streamed down his face. "I wish..."

Steve rarely rambled, but something about kneeling there at his father's grave made him want to spill his guts.

"Mary's here. Well, she's at a hotel with Joanie and her manny. Leave it to her to have a manny, right? She's never done anything by the book." Steve smiled. "Who knew Mar would make a great mom? Aunt Deb has been good for her. You did what you thought was best, dad, sending us away."

"Speaking of Aunt Deb, she got married." Steve figured he'd skip the cancer part. "She finally found the love of her life. I'm so happy for her."

"As for me, I'm not sure what I'm doing. Cath - well - we want different things, I guess. And I'm so busy with work. I met a girl. You know her. Ellie Clayton. She was visiting you actually. I think she's just a friend, but...you never know. I like her, I do. It's just..."

He had to stop. It suddenly felt absurd to be gushing like this. Talking to a silent stone and a manicured lawn. His overwhelming thought was only one thing.

"I miss you, dad." Steve barely managed to choke out the words.

Birds lifted out of the trees behind him, and he turned to see Danny standing there. At first he thought he was imagining things.

"Danny?"

"I told you to go for a drive, Steven. Not take all day and scare the crap out of me." His tone was a mix of fondness and worry.

Steve couldn't help it. A half grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. Danny just had a way of affecting him. "You knew where I'd go, Danny."

"Yea, I did." One hand in his pocket, Danny rocked on his heels leaning on the cane and didn't approach.

"Then, what's the problem?"

"Hours went by. And you didn't come back. I called you."

Steve patted his pockets. "Must have left my phone-"

"You left it on the coffee table like an idiot."

"Didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry, buddy."

"Okay, wow, you're apologizing." Danny shook his head and laughed before continuing. "What did Max tell you?"

"How did you know?" Steve was a little thrown off by the change in subject.

"I called him. Figured he might be on your sight seeing tour."

Steve nodded and looked back at his father's grave. Danny sighed and took a few steps closer.

"I'm really sorry, Steve."

"For what, Danny?" A slightly annoyed tinge had entered his voice.

"Barging in."

"What?"

Danny waved. "Here. This."

"You're welcome here any time, man."

"I'm sorry I couldn't save your dad."

"Danny, what? Where is this coming from?" Steve's voice was unsteady. "Did I tell you about my-"

"You didn't have to, babe. And I've always felt that way. From the beginning. I wish I could have done something."

"You didn't know him, Danny. You were new to the islands."

"Doesn't stop me from feeling that way." He closed his eyes. "And to have to tell you again...that he was gone. God that almost broke me."

Steve closed his eyes, face contorting into a mask of pain. His next breath melted into a sob and he leaned over, hands on his thighs. Danny switched hands with the cane and wrapped an arm around his friend.

"Let's go home. We can talk more when you're ready. We gotta get Grace from school."

"How did you get here, Danny?" Steve wiped his face with the back of his hand, recovering quickly.

"Lou dropped me off."

"So now I get to play chauffeur?" Steve pulled away, a look of mock annoyance making his eyes twinkle.

Danny countered with a deadpan comeback. "You're already driving my car, Steven."

"Someone had to. Poor thing's been wasting away in your driveway."

They both laughed and headed for the parking lot.

/././

"Grace is in her room doing homework. We can talk."

"Danny, I-"

"No, we're gonna talk about this. What did Max tell you?"

"Why didn't you ask him? You talked to him too." Steve knew he sounded like an impatient brat.

"I was looking for you, Steven. Excuse me if I was worried."

"I went for a drive, Danny."

"We already established that fact. Go on, please." Danny waved a hand at him.

"They didn't find the weapon."

"HPD cleared the area. I read their preliminary reports."

"Then why are you making me repeat-"

"What else did Max tell you?"

"Max has the recovered brass from Doris, but there's not much to go on. It was heavily damaged. The one that hit the back of your vest was still fairly intact. But ... No forensics."

"So either one of Kipton's men escaped or someone else was there, huh?" A brief pause, as Danny made sure his partner was looking him in the eyes. "My money's on someone else."

Steve tensed his jaw just a little. He didn't want to go there, didn't want to discuss his mother and who could have wanted her dead. He was sure there was a long line of potential suspects.

It didn't matter.

As long as those people didn't come after him...or his ohana.

"If they wanted us dead, Danny-"

"They would have killed us all right there."

"Exactly. Clipping you was just a warning."

"I hope we're right, Steve."

"I'm always right, Danny." He flashed his award winning smile. "Let's go inside. I could really use a beer."

/././

"Should I secure the house like Fort Knox?"

A grunt was the only response Danny received, so he armed the system and walked toward the kitchen. Steve had an armful of beers.

"We expecting company, babe?"

Steve didn't say anything. He headed for the couch, brushing past Danny.

"You know you don't have to do this alone, right?"

"It's been a long day. And I'm thirsty." Steve grabbed the remote and found a movie he knew they both liked.

"Hey what's with the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde stuff? I mean, just now, outside-" Danny stopped.

Steve rolled his eyes.

"What? I read. What's with the mood swing?" Danny sat beside Steve. "Just outside you said we didn't have anything to worry about."

Steve opened a beer and turned up the volume on the TV.

"Hey, I told you Grace was doing her homework. Maybe she'd like to concentrate without being able to hear explosions through the floorboards?" He snatched the remote from his partner and lowered the sound. "What's with you?"

"Nothing is with me, Danny. I told you I needed a beer."

"Okay...so do I." He opened a bottle and took a long drag.

"Better now?"

"No."

Steve frowned. "What's with you?"

"I just asked you the same question you ass-"

Steve smacked Danny's leg. "Grace, remember?"

Danny sighed and drank the rest of his beer.

"I'm hoping whatever this is died with my mother, okay? I'm done talking about it."

"But you're not sure."

"Not 100%, no."

"So where does that leave us?"

"With about 15 million." Steve was up off the couch before Danny could react.

"15 million...what? What happened to the rest of the money?"

"I had to use some of it. To get us home from Colombia. To help with Matty."

"I know, but...that much?"

"That kind of help doesn't come cheap, Danny. You know this."

Danny set his empty bottle down on the coffee table, watching Steve slide an old chest out of the way.

"You hid it in the cubbyhole? What the fuck, Steven?" Danny glanced around like they were being watched. "Shit, is your alarm enough?"

"Didn't know where else to put it. It worked for General Pak and his family. And no one knows it's here."

"No one that we know of. We need to get rid of it."

Steve shook his head. "I don't know what else to do with it. There's too much heat. I can't take it back to Kamekona's place. There's just so much- blood on it. And I haven't been thinking straight."

At the last sentence, he looked away from his friend, unable to meet his eyes.

Danny nodded and moved closer, an obvious limp returning. "It's okay, babe. We'll figure something out."

"We should talk to Chin." Steve knelt down and opened one of the bags.

"About a third of it..." Danny looked lost, his face pale.

"He can't repay Gabriel. It's too late for that."

Didn't take long for Danny to regain his composure. "Do I look like I just fell off the truck? Of course we aren't giving Gabriel any of the cash. Maybe we can find a good charity?"

"Without raising suspicion?"

"So what, we just dump it in the ocean? No. It's called an anonymous donation, Steven."

Steve closed the bag, pushing the lot of them further into the storage space before switching off the light and closing the door. He slid the chest in front of the hiding place again and backed away.

"You really should stay off that leg, buddy."

"Is that your answer to everything, Steven?"

"Until you start listening to me. And Max."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Max..."

"Hey, he means well, and he knows what he's-"

"He's a medical examiner, Steve."

"Still a doctor."

"Whose patients are normally deceased."

"Come on, that's such a lame joke. Look how much he's helped out."

"I know and I'm sorry. I say stupid things when I get worked up. And this situation with the money, it works me up."

"Why do you think I told you to turn on the alarm?"

"You should use the alarm all the time. But that's beside the point."

"Let me call Chin. And Lou and Kono. I think everyone deserves a say in this."

"Best thing you've said all day, my friend." Danny whacked Steve on the back and they returned to the couch.

Steve smacked Danny.

"What was that for?" Danny grabbed another beer.

"How many times have I told you to use a coaster?"

"Seriously? You're gonna bitch at me about leaving water marks? And you're not using one either!"

"Well, it is my house after all." Steve delivered the line with a completely straight face, definitely working to get a rise out of his friend.

/././

They settled into the movie and about half an hour later, Steve was asleep against Danny.

"Hey, wake up you big lug. You're squishing me."

"I'm sleeping, Danny."

"I can see that. And feel it too." He winced as he tried to dislodge his best friend from his side.

Steve opened his eyes and straightened. "Sorry, man. Didn't mean to hurt you."

"I'm okay. Really."

Steve studied his partner. "Then what?"

"What?"

"Don't what me. What's going on up there?" He ruffled Danny's hair.

"I'll pretend you didn't just do that."

"You love me and you know it."

"Unfortunately for me, you're right."

"So...why did you wake me?" Steve nudged Danny.

"I need your advice."

"You? Need my advice? I find that amusing."

"Steven."

"Do what feels right, man. What ever it is. You'll be great." Steve shrugged and wiped his eyes, still half asleep.

Danny exhaled loudly and his next words carried more heat than intended. "If I knew what felt right, I wouldn't need to ask you, now would I, huh?"

"Hey? You okay?" Steve put his hand on Danny's shoulder, giving him a squeeze.

Danny nodded and cleared his throat.

"Yea, I just. I don't know if I can go back to my place. Which is crazy because there's no way I'm gonna find one that I can afford. Real estate is beyond ridiculous. I got lucky the first time." He stopped to catch his breath. "I mean, I don't remember anything. I feel a little violated, but that's nothing a high tech alarm won't fix."

"Well, I could force you to live with me. You've been staying here for days now. We might eventually kill each other but..." He turned his head and yawned.

"It's Gracie. I worry about her. What I've put her through."

Steve was suddenly very much awake. "Hey, don't add to your guilt, buddy. You love your daughter. She knows it, and I'm pretty sure she feels the same way. She's a great kid."

"She is pretty great, isn't she?" He smiled.

"Of course, she is, man. She's your kid. Talk to her about this. See how she feels. Ask her what she thinks."

"I can do that." Danny clicked the remote to see the time. "I should check on her anyway."

"Good idea." Steve stretched, effectively pushing his best friend off the couch. "You do that while I go back to sleep."

/././

Danny stood in the hall for more than a minute before knocking, practicing his speech in his head.

"Come in." The sweetest voice in the world answered.

Pushing the door open, he said the first thing that came to mind. "Time for bed, Monkey."

Grace looked at her phone. "But it's only nine thirty."

"You have school tomorrow, young lady." He kept his voice soft as he moved across the room.

She tucked the remains of her homework into her backpack, glancing at her phone when it dinged.

"You can tell whoever that is good night. Please." He waved at her cell phone. "I have something to ask you."

With a few quick motions, she typed a farewell message, displeasure clearly evident. Her frown evaporated when she took a good look at her father. "What is it? Is everything alright?"

"Yes Grace, everything's alright. I just..I wanted to ask you..." He fumbled his words before clearing his throat. "I've been thinking it's time to go back to our place. I wanted to be sure you were-"

"It's okay, Danno. I'm ready to go home." She scooted over to give him room to sit beside her on the bed.

"You are?" You're not scared? He wasn't sure what to expect.

"Yea, plus Uncle Steve has too many rules." She laughed.

"He does, doesn't he?" Danny laughed too and wrapped an arm around her.

"Like no TV after 11pm, no junk food and 3 minute showers." Grace could barely keep a straight face.

He knew she was pulling his leg. All of those things really only applied to him. He tussled her hair and gave her a quick hug. "I love you, Monkey. You've grown up too fast."

"You worry too much, Danno. I'm fine."

He hated that word. Fine should be banned from the dictionary, but he didn't question her. The smile on her face was too genuine. It was time for them to go home. He finally felt like it was the right thing to do.

"I'll have an alarm installed." Danny offered up the first thing that came to mind. His daughter had other ideas.

"Hey, why don't we get a dog?" The enthusiastic look on her face told him she was serious, and he resisted the urge to stop her. "We could pick one from the shelter! We went there for school. So many dogs need good homes."

"So I can blame your teacher for hair all over my house and piles of-"

"Danno..."

He grinned. "Maybe some day."

/././

Steve stood at the water's edge, letting the gentle waves wash over his bare feet. Some days he felt he could stand there forever until the tide carried him away for good. Those days were few and far between now. He glanced over his shoulder toward his house. Marveling at how it had become a home.

Voices drifted from behind him. The gang was all there. Danny and Grace. Kono, Chin, Lou and his family. Jerry, Max, and Kamekona. And Mary, Joanie and their new manny, Jeffrey.

His partner had been his biggest cheerleader, gathering everyone not to mourn Doris but to honor this change in Steve's life. To celebrate what they all meant to each other with plenty of good food and laughter.

That's just what you did for the ones you loved.

Steve smiled.

Ohana.

And maybe for once he felt some measure of peace.

Yet, the shock of it all still hung over him.

His mother was dead. For real this time. Steve had all the proof he needed. He'd been there, watched her take her last breath.

Closing his eyes, he willed himself to just stop thinking. He wanted to feel the warm breeze on his face. To smell the ocean. To hear the swirling waves, the rustling trees and occasional birds. To go back up to the house and enjoy this lovely evening with his friends.

But every so often, his chest would tighten and his stomach would tie itself in knots. And he felt like that helpless kid from more than half a lifetime ago. Doris was his mother. He couldn't escape the part of him who mourned her.

Steve was tired, and his emotions were getting the best of him. Thankfully, the day was almost over. The sun setting with a postcard blast of colors. But all he could see was Danny's face. The worry. The fear.

And the love.

He was thankful for his best friend tonight. Danny'd made this so easy for him, despite his own injuries. Arranging everything with the help of the rest of their team.

Steve looked at the urn he held in his hands. A simple, pale blue ceramic jar.

He wasn't sorry she was gone. He couldn't say he was sad either. What he was feeling was too complicated to even name.

The mystery of who shot Doris lingered in the back of his mind. He knew he would pursue justice for his mother, like he would for anyone. But now he would draw a line. His mother's mess had no place in his life. He'd come to realize that maybe there weren't any real answers for him. He had to take his mother for what she was. No more digging. Maybe he could put it all to bed. He had his own life to live now. A future to build.

Steve could feel his best friend watching him. Danny's presence was a comfort more than he'd ever admit out loud. He'd been expecting him, knowing he'd come looking for him sooner or later.

"Hey babe." Danny called when he realized he'd been noticed. He took a few careful steps closer, still relying on his cane for support. "The grill master has requested your presence."

"Grill master? There's only one?" Steve turned toward Danny. "Last I saw Lou and Kame were sharing that title."

"Lou gave up and let the big guy have his way. Come on. You hungry?"

Steve's face lit up. "I could eat."

Danny's eyes fell on what was left of Doris and he frowned. "You're not gonna toss her, are you?"

"Nah. Just...I don't know."

"Hey, you'll figure it out. Give her to Mary. You could take turns." Danny bit his lip. Maybe it was too soon to joke about the fate of Doris.

Steve smiled and shook his head. "She might just toss her. You know that, right?"

"Mar's been looking for you. She has questions I didn't want to answer." Danny looked over his shoulder toward the house. "Everyone's been asking about you."

Nodding, Steve turned back toward the water, cradling the urn closer. "Can we just stand here for a minute?"

"Sure, babe. Anything you need."

"Thanks, Danny." Steve bumped Danny with his hip.

Danny threw his arm around Steve to steady himself. "You know I love you, right?"

"Yea buddy. I love you too."

Minutes passed and there were no more words. Just two best friends standing side by side on a beautiful stretch of beach in the fading daylight. They'd join the others when they were ready.


Thanks, as always, for reading and sticking with me. Until next time...