42

TARDIS

"Are you quite finished with my phone?" Martha asked through gritted teeth.

"Just give me a second!" The Doctor retorted as he held his sonic over her phone, whilst Clara just ran around the console to continue piloting the ship. "There we are!" He finally said, pocketing his sonic away as he tossed the phone back to Martha. "Frequent flier's privilege, complete with universal roaming. Never have to worry about a signal again."

Martha, at first, was relieved yet irritated at how long it took the Doctor to finish using her phone, but once he tossed it back, she looked down at the device in disbelief. "No way. This is too mad." She said with a chuckle. "You're telling me I can phone anyone, anywhere in space and time on my mobile?" She reiterated, and they nodded at her.

"As long as you know the area code." The Doctor added in a light quip.

"Go on." Clara urged as Martha just stared down at her phone in smiling silence. "Try-" However Clara was interrupted as an alarm started to blare from the console, causing the trio to just look at each other in anxious puzzlement. "That can't be us, right?" Clara asked as she and the Doctor pulled the monitor over.

"No. It's a distress signal." The Doctor answered, him and Clara quickly moving about the console whilst Martha pocketed her phone and braced herself against the railing as the TARDIS started to shake and throttle about. "Locking on. Might get a bit of-" The TARDIS suddenly landed with a lurch, and the trio fell to the floor before the ship settled around them. "Turbulence." The Doctor groaned out as he slowly stood up, before helping Clara up to her feet and then they helped Martha up to join them.

"Ow." Martha muttered, rubbing her throbbing elbow that had hit the railing on her way down.

"You all right?" They asked, and Martha just groaned in response.

"Was that a landing?" Martha quipped dryly, and they snorted out at her words.

"Sorry." They just returned as they moved to the TARDIS doors.

"Let's take a look." The Doctor said as they stepped outside. The sight that greeted them was a very hot ship, old and rather cheap in quality, coupled with rather appropriate red lighting, mixed in with the hissing of steam from the walls, or the ceiling. "Whoa! That is hot!" The Doctor exclaimed, unbuttoning his top few buttons to let his neck breathe, whilst Martha unzipped her jacket and tossed it back into the TARDIS to hang lazily on the handrails.

"Distress call transmitted." An automated female voice reported around them. "Distress call transmitted."

"It's a bloody sauna in here." Clara mused as she stripped off her sweater and white-collar top, leaving her in a black tank top as the Doctor gazed around the room. He himself would have been admiring Clara's new look, but now wasn't the right time.

"Venting systems working at a heightened power." The Doctor reported, standing underneath a fan that quickly cooled him down before he had to step away in an instant. "Whatever this ship is, it's trying to cool down harder than you can shout "Freeze!"."

"What room is this?" Clara asked, and they moved to the door to step out into the next room. "Does it say?" She muttered, and the trio looked back at the door as it closed behind them and marked above it in a white lit sign said, "Area 30". Right underneath in smaller words sat a different sign, "Ventilation Chamber". "Decently big ship, if there's at least thirty rooms in it."

"Speaking of, if this is a ship, why can't we hear any engines?" The Doctor asked, Clara and Martha instantly going quiet but true to his word, there was no sound of any engine.

"They could be on silent." Martha quipped in an effort to keep their hopes up, but all it did was make the Doctor's eyebrows furrow as Clara stepped over to one of the portholes of the ship.

"Martha, engines don't have a "Silent" mode. They just have brakes." The Doctor retorted.

"Yeah, you'd know." Martha retorted back.

"What do you mean?" He asked, and Martha just raised her eyebrows in response. "Oh, no, no, no, no, we are not starting that again." He ranted.

"Do you actually remember that the TARDIS is not supposed to have the brakes on?" Martha asked.

"Who told you that?"

"She did." She nodded over to Clara.

"You two." Clara called, but they ignored her words.

"Come on, she isn't that loosed lipped about-"

"Oi! Get over here!" Clara snarled, but just before they could, there was a loud noise like clanking metal upon metal around them.

"Warning: Heat levels rising. Engaging heat shields." The computer reported, and the porthole that Clara stood by was quickly covered by a thick sheet of metal, blocking their view of the outside.

"What was it?" The Doctor asked as he and Martha came up to Clara's side. "What did you see?"

"Solar impact project: Forty-two minutes and twenty-seven seconds."

"It's a star." Clara said with a small gulp. "We're heading towards a star."

She and the Doctor shot each other a quick glance and a nod. "Tow." The Doctor said, moving to the door so he could open it and regain access to the TARDIS. "Use the TARDIS and tow the ship away, then check on this ship's crew. Simple. Easy." He said with a sniff as he flung the door open, immediately greeted by a sudden rush of boiling steam and smoke that he was forced to close it shut with a cry.

"Doctor!" Clara rushed over as he leaned against the door, his face scrunched up in pain from the heat.

"Warning: Crew must not enter Ventilation Chamber whilst the ship approaches dangerous heat levels. Initiating automatic Ventilation Chamber lockdown." The computer reported, and the door gave a loud clanging sound and was no longer able to swing open, even as the Doctor tried fruitlessly with his sonic.

"Okay. Deadlock seal. No TARDIS." The Doctor finally said as he pushed himself away from the wall.

"So, we're stuck here?" Martha bluntly asked.

"Come on, Martha!" They retorted in a whine.

"Don't be defeated before you've even started!" The Doctor added. "Use that Dunkirk spirit flowing through your veins!" He said dramatically before giving out a small cough. "Not doing that again." He muttered under his breath. "Okay, all we need to do is fix the engines, start them up and drive away from the star." He said, moving towards the only open door in the room, and the sign above it said, "Engineering". "Mind your heads." He called as he sped down a small flight of stairs, ducked his head under a large steel pipe in the low hanging roof and came across an extensive sight of the ship's primary engine looking like a complete mess, as if a group of people just came in and ripped it all to pieces, with wires and cables loose, parts of it smashed and others damaged beyond repair.

"Blimey." The trio muttered as they stood still, staring at the mess.

"What the…who the…" Martha tried to ask, but they shrugged.

"Looks like the work of a few people." The Doctor said, carefully but swiftly springing over the mess to get a closer look at the engine. "And pretty efficient, too. Whoever did this must have known what they were doing."

"Ooh!" Clara suddenly beamed, like someone discovering abandoned money on a sidewalk, and she waded through the mess strewn all over the ground to approach a rather cheap looking computer, tainted in rust red.

"What?" The Doctor and Martha asked as Clara got out her sonic.

"It's a comtuper." She said playfully, and they moved around to stand with her.

"What have we got?" The Doctor asked as it brought up a schematic outline of the ship and its name. ""SS Pentallian"." The Doctor read as the monitor zoomed away from the ship to show their star location. "Oh, we're in the Torajii System! Lovely!" The Doctor beamed as he took out his "Brainy Specs".

"You're a long way from home, Martha." Clara said with a small smirk. "Half a universe away."

"Yeah. Feels it." Martha agreed as she tied her hair up behind her head.

"Oh, that's why." Clara muttered as the monitor showed the ship parked and linked to the nearby star, one which she had seen mere minutes earlier. "They were doing an energy scoop." She said, and the Doctor leaned over her shoulder to look closer.

""Energy scoop"?" Martha repeated, and they nodded. "Ran out of fuel?" She guessed, and they nodded again.

"Although," The Doctor started as he took his "Brainy Specs" off and pocketed them away, "I'm pretty sure energy scoops were outlawed already." He muttered as he started to clack away at the keyboard. "We need to find where the auxiliary engines are." He stopped his typing only when the computer itself typed out a response in thick red letters.

Interface ready. What assistance do you require?

-Location of auxiliary engine controls.

Warning: Auxiliary engine controls have been deactivated due to loss of engine stability.

"Well, there goes that idea." The Doctor stated dryly as he racked his brain for another.

-Reroute main power to the "Vent Chamber" and unlock the door.

Unable to follow with request. Any decisions regarding the ship's integrity must be done from the main interface.

-Request location of main interface.

"Area 1".

-Request direction to "Area 1".

Area 1 is only accessible through the Pentallian's central hallway, and it is under lockdown by order of Captain McDonnell.

-Request override.

Unless through voice recognition by Captain McDonnell, any attempt to override secure closure must be achieved manually.

The monitor then spat out a device that was double the size of their fists and half the size of their arms. It also had a small sucker on its front end whilst on its top above the handle was a small monitor the size of a tablet. "Whoa." Martha muttered as she took hold of it. "It's Ratchet & Clank cosplay." She quipped.

"Right, Martha, that will be your job." The Doctor said as he primed the device, and the screen bore a GPS like map to Martha's desired destination. "Get that door open, unlock the vent chamber and reroute all major power to it." He ordered.

"Well, at least I like running." Martha said with a shrug, and they smirked at her.

Clara then took out her sonic and placed it in Martha's pocket along with one of the mobile communicators that were hooked to the computer. "Use that if you need to." She said, the couple wrapping Martha into a hug before they parted.

"Be careful!" Martha called as she raced from the room.

"See you later!" They called back before they turned to the monitor.

-Scan for signs of life.

Signs of life total: Three. Two in "Engineering" and one en route to "Area 1".

"Only three?" Clara muttered, and the Doctor just shot her a look in puzzled agreement.

-Report last location of major signs of life aboard the Pentallian.

"Med-Centre".

The Doctor blinked as he leant back with an inquisitive gaze, looking to Clara after a small moment to find she bore the same expression as he. "Ship this cheap hurtling towards a star, engines wrecked and we're making a whole heap of noise." He summarized, before he and Clara took each other's hand, after thrusting the other mobile communicator into his pocket, and left "Engineering" with the same thought echoing throughout their puzzled and deeply concerned minds.

"What happened to the crew?"


"You are kidding me." Martha cursed as she entered into "Area 25", and came right into a sealed door straight in front of her, barring the entrance into "Area 24". Pulling up the computer, she attached it to a round socket on the door, and the monitor typed out a question.

The final words spoken in the motion picture "Blade Runner"?

"What?" Martha muttered. "How am I supposed to f-"

"Martha, how're you doing?!" Clara called through her communicator, and Martha held it up with her free hand.

"I'm in "Area 25", and there's a locked door into the next area."Martha said, and she heard the Doctor give out an "Aaah".

"Secure closure. There will be a few sealed doors between you and "Area 1"." The Doctor deducted.

"Doctor, what was the final words in "Blade Runner"?" Martha asked.

"Huh?" She heard them both ask.

"That's the question." Martha defended. "And I haven't even seen that film."

"Does it say which version?" Clara asked.

"Why?"

"Because Blade Runner has several different cuts. Does the computer say?"

"No."

Clara groaned. "Okay, just type in, "It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?"."

Martha placed the communicator into the nape of her neck like a phone, and she typed in the answer. The response was the door giving a loud clank before it started to swing open, immediately unlatching itself from Martha's device. "Sweet!" Martha beamed as she took the communicator back into her hand. "Where are you two?"

""Med-Centre"." They responded.


"It's a complete mess." Clara added as they stepped inside the room, which looked as if someone took a torch and made large chunks of the wall and floor turn to a light black burn. There was also a thick layer of ash covering the entire floor, which came up to be barely an inch from the top of their shoes.

"It even smells like someone burnt their barbecue." The Doctor added. "And spilt their fireplace remains."

"Impact in 32:50." The computer reported.

"You'd better hurry up, Martha." They said in unison.

"I know!" Martha retorted back.

"Anyway, what the hell happened here?!" The Doctor demanded, looking around the room whilst Clara just snorted at his behavior. "Stasis chamber is an utter mess." He motioned, tapping a large red, MRI stylized machine whose controls were completely ripped out. "What do you reckon?" He asked Clara with his arms crossed.

"I'd say someone got into a tantrum over something and trashed the place." Clara answered. "The ash…no clue." She said, and he just wordlessly agreed.

"What's that?" He asked with a squint, looking down at the ash to see something thin and light poking its way out from the machine. The Doctor reached over and carefully pulled it out, and it was a piece of laminated plastic, but it was scarred and scorched, completely useless. "Whoever it was, they ran a bio-scan through this chamber. But this copy is complete trash. Can't read anything from it."

"Is the computer on the chamber still working or no?" Clara asked, and the Doctor tapped his fingers at the small keyboard on the machine. The chamber whirred and clicked but nothing happened, and it fell silent. "Barely there." She muttered.

"But there is still some life left in it." The Doctor said. "If we take a tiny amount of scrap from the engine, we could repair the computer enough to see what they had found." He looked at Clara, and she gave a smile and a nod in agreement. "Come on!"


"How's it going, Martha?" The Doctor asked as Martha reached the next locked door, one that barred her from "Area 21".

"Found another door." She said as she took the handheld computer and attached it to the door. "Come on." She muttered as the computer whirred and clicked away before it typed out a single question.

What's in the box?

Martha blinked with a dull glare, placed the communicator in the nape of her neck, and typed out one response.

-The head.

The door unlocked and slid open, and Martha strolled on through. "You two found anything?" She asked as she took the communicator back into her free hand.

"We just dismantled a couple things from the engine."

Martha stopped with a dropped jaw. "Rude!" She snapped.

"Impact in thirty minutes." The computer reported.

"I'd better run." Martha said, starting off into a bolt, almost getting hit smack in the face by a vent of steam, but she waved it off and continued to run.


"No pressure, Martha." Clara returned as her and the Doctor moved to exit engineering, but the Doctor stopped short in front of her and she slid to a stop right before she could hit his back.

"Whoa!" He exclaimed, and Clara growled.

"Could you just-" Moving around him, her growl dropped into a look of bewildered shock. Right on the wall in front of them was a charcoal black silhouette, their arms permanently raised up to clutch at their head. "What?" Clara muttered, the Doctor moving slowly forward with his sonic pointed forward, but when he scanned, all it came up with was burnt metal. At the bottom of the silhouette was yet another layer of ash, but this was weaker compared to the literal floor of it in the Med-Centre.

"Heat art." The Doctor muttered before shaking his head. "No, I've never heard of that before."

"And the ash." Clara nodded, and the Doctor squatted down with her to pick up a small handful of the ash.

"It looks like it they took a large clump of it here," He pointed to the center of the ash layer, which was thicker than the rest and was precisely in line with the silhouette, "and just combusted it. It went for a while, all the way over there." He pointed to the right alongside the damaged engine, but they stopped as they saw yet another small clump of ash at the other end. "Another one." He muttered, jumping up and moving over to stand before the ash, his and Clara's footsteps leaving prints in the ash on the floor. "It's the same thing." The Doctor muttered with a frown. "So, what caused it?" He and Clara shared a look before Clara gave the order.

"Med-Centre. Now." She said, the two of them rushed from the room and back into the Med-Centre, getting right to work on using the scrap to repair the heavily damaged computer. A piece here to repair a hole, remove a piece there to repair some wires, then replace the metal, fix the main computer drive and before long, the computer whirred back into life, and the Doctor stepped back with his arms out and a grin on his face.

"It worked!" He beamed as the computer printed out a copy of the bio-scan, this one in proper condition, no scratches or scars upon it whatsoever.

"What do you reckon, eh?" Clara asked, leaning against him as he equipped his "Brainy Specs", the two of them looking intently at the results.

""Internal temperature: One hundred degrees"?!" The Doctor read, his and Clara's eyes widening at the knowledge. ""Body oxygen replaced by hydrogen, heartbeat erratic.""

"Infection?" Clara asked, but he shook his head.

"No, this one was…overwhelmed."

"Impact in 24:51."

"Martha, how're you going?" The Doctor asked.

"Got through the third door easy." Martha responded smugly.

"Really? What was the question?"

""Name of the famous weapon used by the Jedi"."

"Yeah, fair enough." The couple muttered.

"But how did this happen?" The Doctor asked, taking off his "Brainy Specs" to look back down at the results again. "How did this get aboard the ship?"

"We are about to plummet into a star." Clara pointed out. "Could that have…"

"No, unless…" The Doctor stopped, trailing off as his eyes widened. "No, they were fusion scooping. Stealing from the star for fuel. A tiny bit could have…broken free." Glancing down at Clara, he re-equipped his "Brainy Specs", placed the scan results down, and turned to the machine. "Come on. Records." He muttered as he typed away.

"Impact in 20:05."

"We know!" They retorted.

"Here." The Doctor said, activating a single audio file, yet all but the very end of the recording was corrupted and damaged. "All right then." The Doctor muttered as he pressed play.

"Korwin, please!" A sudden female voice cried out through sobbing tears, and the Doctor and Clara were struck silent as the grave. "I didn't know!" She cried. "Please, stop this! You didn't have to kill them all-" Her words were cut off by what sounded like her mouth becoming muffled, before she cried and screamed as something ripped apart and was flung aside. The woman cried harder even as another voice spoke.

"No." The modulated male voice of Korwin growled in response. "You will share the light, and this ship will burn!" Korwin roared, and the woman began to scream and cry in agony, before Clara shut the recording off with a trembling breath.

Turning around, the Doctor with a grim expression slowly stepped over towards the piles of ash, where he noticed something red poking out from amongst the grey dust. Reaching down, he grasped and pulled out a single piece of flesh which he immediately dropped back into the ash with blinking eyes of horror and hastened breathing. "He ripped out her…" Clara trailed off with a sharp intake of breath as the tongue that he dropped slipped against something in the ash, and what poked out was a single eye socket of a burnt Human skull. "No." Clara sobbed, holding a hand over her mouth as the Doctor stood up and wrapped her in a hug, burying her face into his chest so she couldn't see any more of it. "Why?!" She cried as he tried to comfort her, but he himself was as disturbed as she was. "Why?!"

"They did not scan for life." He responded grimly as he rubbed her back. "I'm sorry, Clara." He said, but Clara could only weep in response. "I'm so sorry."

"Can we please go?" Clara whimpered through a sniff.

"When Martha cools down the vent chamber, yes, we can leave." He said, planting a single kiss upon her head.

"Impact in 17:05."

The Doctor let one hand drop to his pocket to pull out the communicator. "Martha, you there yet?"

"Yes, I'm in "Area 1"." Martha responded.

"Get all the power into the vent chamber. We'll meet you back in the TARDIS." The Doctor said calmly, placing the communicator back into his pocket as he softly pulled Clara away a tad to look upon her sad face. "Come on, Clara." He reassured, stroking her cheek, and she managed a weak smile. "It'll be okay." He promised, and Clara kissed his hand in return.

"I know. I'm sorry." She said, and he shook his head.

"Don't be sorry." Before he could continue, the lights in the room switched off, and they were plunged into complete darkness.

"Bloody hell." Clara cursed lightly, pulling out her phone and using the "Torch" setting on it to light their way. "TARDIS?"

"TARDIS."


"I'm in "Area 1"." Martha responded as she entered said room, immediately getting hit square in the face by a puff of steam. "Oh, fucking hell!" She cursed, dropping the device straight down on the floor as she moved into the center of the room, standing in between two steel handrails with a computer in front of her. "Okay. Here we go." Martha said, pulling out Clara's sonic and using it upon the monitor.

Interface ready. What assistance do you require?

"Yeah, yeah." Martha muttered, placing the sonic back in her pocket as she wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her wrist.

-Unlock access door to the "Ventilation Chamber".

Ventilation Chamber unlocked.

-Divert all main power to the "Vent Chamber".

Apologies. The "SS Pentallian" is unable to maintain partial power reroutes. It must be all or none.

"Cheap piece of junk." Martha spat as she tried a different angle.

-Divert all power to the "Ventilation Chamber".

Diverting all power to the "Ventilation Chamber".

"Warning." The computer suddenly called, accompanied by a loud blaring alarm. "All emergency life support systems have been deactivated. Please evacuate through your nearest escape capsule imme-"

Within a single instant, the lights in the room switched off, the computer and the alarm turned silent and Martha was plunged into total darkness. "Oh, shit." She cursed in a whimper, reaching into her pocket to pull out her phone and using the sonic to amplify its "Torch" setting. "Holy shit." She cursed again as she tossed the ship's communicator away and pointed her phone's torch light down the hallway, which was only lit up to ten feet in front of her. It was so dark, so very very dark, and Martha found herself starting to shiver and tremble with sweat and fear as she continued to run down the hallway. And it was so dreadfully silent, the only sounds were being made by either the puffing of smoke and steam from the ship, or the pattering of Martha's footsteps, accompanied by her gasping and panting for breath. Every step forward that she took, her mind started to swirl from the lack of light in the ship. It felt like the walls were crowding in around her, enclosing on her, even taunting her. The puffs of steam from the ship almost sounded as if it was sniggering at her, even laughing at her. Martha ran and ran, even as her feet and her legs started to scream and protest, but she kept on running, whilst the ship, in its looming, intimidating presence, continued to taunt and laugh. There was never any words to it all, just the dreadful, awful silence that made Martha almost want to scream to be sure she wasn't going mad, to be sure that she wasn't alone. The constant swinging of her phone light got to her, and she ran straight into a wall with a yelp of pain, and her head began to spin, and her ears filled with a dull ringing. Now the ship sounded as if it was a circle of children, clapping as it continued to taunt her on, but still there were no words. Martha kept running, on and on, her vision starting to fill with a thick haze, her panting and gasping growing weary by the second until she suddenly was unable to breathe. Her lungs began to protest in unison with the rest of her weary body, and her pace began to slow down to a stumble, and all she could see now was two walls on either side of her and a bright light at the end of her shrouded path. The light shone on two blurry shadows that were moving about in front of her eyes. "I…" Martha tried to say as her eyes flittered shut, and she felt two pairs of arms wrap around her own. Two voices called out to her, their words muffled and incoherent, and her feet lost contact with the floor as she drifted away.

Two Hours Later

"Martha." A voice called, and Martha only groaned in response, her body feeling as if a car struck her point blank, and she rolled a tad to her side, but she could not move her hand, for something or someone was holding onto it. "Martha." The voice called again, distinctly female and quite familiar to her. "Wake up."

Martha breathed in and out, trying to open her eyes, but all she could see was a blur, and she closed her eyes again with a groan. "Clara?" She asked through a hoarse whisper, and her throat felt like it was drier than sand, and she gave a series of coughs in an attempt to soothe it, but they did not help.

"Careful." Another voice, male and also quite familiar, spoke in response. "Come on, open your eyes."

Martha opened them again, and the haze began to clear away, finding herself back in the TARDIS, within the Med Room and lying in a very comfortable bed. "Got any water?" She asked, as she felt them slowly pulling her up into a sitting position against the head of the bed, and a cup of water was placed against her lips, and she slowly drank, feeling her throat burn for a moment before it started to calm again. "What…" She trailed off, but they answered her unfinished question for her.

"You hit your head quite hard there." The Doctor responded. "You'll be fine. Just give yourself a few moments. You might even discover a bruise soon." He added in a light jape.

"Great. Yay me." Martha muttered sarcastically, as she rubbed her right side where it still ached dully from running straight into the wall, and they just snorted in response to her words. "What else did I miss?" She asked as she finished her cup of water, but she did not put it down on the bedside table as she just watched their faces fall. "What is it?" She asked again, but they did not answer. "What happened?"

The Doctor was about to answer, but he closed his mouth again, setting his lips into a thin, grim line, but it was Clara that answered for him. "They died. All of them." She said simply, not wanting to reiterate, and thankfully Martha did not ask her to. "That ship was doomed before we even got there." She added sorrowfully.

Martha placed the cup down on the bedside table and took their hands in her own. "I'm sorry."

They were about to ask, "What for?" but they did not when they saw her tired gaze and a small shake of her head. "It wasn't your fault." Clara said in return.

"By the way, you'll be needing this." The Doctor inputted, pulling out of his pocket a single key on a chain. "Should have given this to you earlier, but we kept forgetting." The Doctor added as he placed it into Martha's hand.

"R-really?" Martha muttered, and they nodded in response. "Thank you." She said earnestly, but they still did not smile, at least in their eyes. "Are you sure you're okay?" She asked them.

"Get some rest." Was all they said, patting her hands before they stood up and left the room. Martha could faintly hear their footsteps receding into a soft patter, and then it almost sounded as if it was replaced by a soft whimpering and sobbing. Martha, with a small groan, got out of her bed, still dressed in the clothes she wore earlier, and moved out of the room to find the Doctor comforting Clara. Before the couple could do anything, Martha moved in and gave them both a hug, which just made Clara weep a bit harder.

"I'm sorry." She whimpered. "It's just…"

"It felt so real, didn't it? Whatever you saw?" Martha asked with a somber voice, and Clara nodded. "I know."

"What did you see?" The Doctor asked in a similar tone.

"Nothing. There was nothing." Martha responded simply, and they just remained there in their silent and grim hug, and it took them a long while after that to feel better again.

AN: Well, never expected it to end so…solemnly. Just in case you're wondering, when I re-watched the episode "42", I didn't really have much of an interest in doing the crew of the ship, so I just changed the story to what you have read, much shorter and quite different, but nevertheless, I do hope you enjoyed it. Anyways, thank you so much for reading and please leave a review if you wish. :)