Hello again! First of all, sorry for the long delay, but I've been... indsposed. I've had an important exam I've had to prepare for (Yeah, another one of those) but thankfully, it's behind me now!

So... I've finally did it. I've done it. I have finished writing this chapter just a couple of minutes ago, double checked everything, and I think it's ready to go. Hard to believe that it's over, really. Now, I'll leave all this nostalgic stuff for the end, so for now, enjoy the last chapter of this story!

Oh, and Shepard's first name is finally revealed. If you have a problem with it... well, it's not MY problem! Deal with!


The first thing I register is pain. Well, not exactly painful pain. More like a dull pain, the kind you'll feel if you lie in bed for a very long time and your muscles just refuse to cooperate with you. More like unpleasant numbness, now that I think of it.

The second thing I register is pain. The real thing this time. My head feels as if it was split apart, and then a bunch of krogan saw fit to stomp on the pieces and put everything back together using spit and tissue paper. My ears are ringing in a very unpleasant manner and when I try to move my arms the only thing I manage to do is move my fingers a bit, and even then just doing that stings badly.

I hear some muffled voices around me but I can't really make sense of what they're saying. I manage to catch something that sounds like 'waking' but that's it. Huh, I guess they noticed that I'm awake. Honestly, I'm feeling to tired to be awake... maybe I'll continue my nap? And where the hell did they get a bed? I'm definitely in a bed, and I don't remember them having one in the Council chambers.

Council chambers.

The memories pretty much slam back into my brain. Council chambers. Saren. Sovereign. Big battle. We... won? I open my eyes.

And immediately regret doing it because there's something very bright right over my head. A groan escapes me and I shut my eyes closed. This time, I open my eyes a lot more slowly, letting my eyes gradually get used to the light.

Well, my eye.

I still can't see anything to my right. Only the left side is available. I guess that wasn't my imagination back then. My right eye is really missing. Or... dunno. From what I'm feeling, there's something covering the right side of my face, maybe bandages or something. Not sure.

Back to what's important though. Where the hell am I? From the way everything looks... I'm betting that I'm in a hospital, because only hospitals have this pristine look about them. And the smell. That's definitely hospital smell. The steady beeps that I hear remind me of those heart monitors I heard in movies, so it's probably the same thing. There are two people in the room with me, the first one I don't recognize and the second... only one person I know has red hair.

I narrow my eye slightly to get see better. Yep, definitely Shepard. She's giving me a relieved smile. "Welcome back to the land of the living," she greets me quietly.

"Shep-" I try to say her name but the end of it ends with a small coughing fit. My throat is unexpectedly dry. Shepard wordlessly reaches out to somewhere beyond my field of view and a second later her hand comes back holding a cup of water. With a straw. Before I can protest she places the straw into my mouth and gives me a look that tells me I shouldn't argue. I'm honestly too thirsty to argue, dignity be damned. I gulp down the cool water and to my displeasure the water runs out far too quickly. After she takes the cup away I clear my throat, ignoring the overly amused smile she's sporting. "Shepard," I greet her, though my throat is still a bit sore.

"Glad to see you're fine," she says. I blink a couple of times, glad to see that my vision is gradually getting back to normal. I can finally see the small details. Shepard has a few cuts on her face, but nothing too serious and they're already halfway healed. She's wearing her regular uniform and her left arm is, curiously, in a sling. Apparently she notices where I'm looking and clarifies. "Broke in two places," she explains with a shrug.

"How long?" I ask. I know that it was more than a day. More than a couple of days as well. To heal a broken arm it usually takes from anywhere between five days to two weeks, depending on how broken it is.

"Almost two weeks," she says, making my eye go wide. "Eleven days and ten hours, if you want to be exact."

So long... I've been out for this long. Just... wow. I sleep for mostly six hours a day... but to be out of it for eleven days... it's surreal. "So... what happened? We won and... what else?"

"Nothing much. We beat Sovereign, and humanity now has a seat on the Council. We also happen to be the biggest damn heroes on this side of the galaxy. Can't go outside without some paparazzi ambushing us."

"Oh," is what I say after a moment. I'm a bit surprised, honestly. I'd expected Shepard to get all the credit and fame, like in the game. Then again, maybe Shepard is just being humble about all this. "So... what happened to everyone?" I ask. Last I saw, Liara was unconscious and everyone else was a bit worse for wear.

"Everyone is bruised at most, other than you and Wrex... and Wrex is a krogan, so..." she pauses there do some vague gesture in my direction. So I'm the most injured one. Great. Wrex won't shut up about it now. She looks down at her injured arm. "I got this after the battle, when Sovereign's pieces crashed into the tower, so yes. You're the worst case out of our group."

"So what exactly did happen to me?" I ask, looking at my body. There's a pair of IV drips connected to my arms. I raise my arms slightly to bring them closer to my face, wincing slightly when the movement causes a spark of pain. They're completely bandaged, so I have no idea what's up with them now. I shudder when I remember how they looked like during the battle. My legs... they just feel uncomfortably numb. I try to move one of my legs but the most I manage to do is to make it jerk slightly to the side. For some reason, I barely have any control over them.

Someone clearing their throat interrupts my inspection and I look at the second occupant of the room, who I've been ignoring so far. "I think I should be the one to answer that," the man says. I look at him for a long moment until I realize that I actually know this guy: Doctor Morrison.

"Uh, hey Doc," I greet him awkwardly, trying to make a fist without much success... or at least, without any pain involved.

"You know, I'm pretty sure that when you said you'd get a safe and boring job, saving the Citadel and the Council was not what I had in mind."

"Heh, well... my last job was too boring," I say after an embarrassed chuckle.

"In that case, I'll try to keep you entertained to make sure you don't run off and do something crazy... not that you actually can do anything," he added as an afterthought, which made me frown. He clears his throat again and opts a professional tone. "You are crippled!"

My jaw drops.

"Hey!" this comes from Shepard, who is sending him a heated glare.

"Hey, calm down! I'm joking!" he raises his arms in defense, looking at Shepard.

"You don't joke about things like this!"

"Alright, it was not very tasteful," Morrison admits and looks back at me. "you were crippled. We fixed you up. Mostly."

I have to note that my jaw is still hanging. "Mostly?"

"Yes. Mostly. First of all, you are without a doubt, the luckiest person in this galaxy. I'm not kidding. When they brought you in, I can honestly tell you that eight out of ten doctors would've said that you won't make it. Not a lot of people survive what you've been though. To begin with, when that dreadnaught crashed into the tower, one of the debris fell on you and damaged your spine. You pretty much snapped like a twig. Then, your left leg was essentially crushed from the impact Not only that, but it took the rescue teams quite a while to dig you out of there, and all that time you were bleeding out. I have no idea how you did this, but you survived. Barely. We lost you three times while you were in the ICU, but we pulled you through."

During his whole explanation, most of what he said turned into just a buzz of sound as he talked. My mind was stuck on several words. Snapped like a twig. Died three times. "Wait wait. You said... you said I was crippled," I quickly interrupt him, suddenly feeling very cold.

"Yes, I've already said that. Now, other than your spinal and head injury which included a heavy concussion, you also suffered second to third degree burns on your chest and arms, your ribcage was nearly shattered to pieces and parts of your right arm were utterly charred. If you weren't wearing that armor, whatever hit you would've probably killed you right there, and even then you're lucky that we managed to avoid amputation. Barely at that. We managed to save most of your right arm, thankfully. Left arm was easy to take care of."

That word again. Most. By the nine hells, can they actually do anything wholly? Why am I mostly fixed?!

"That said, we did what we could and I'm pleased to say that you should theoretically make a full recovery. Your right arm has suffered some nerve damage due to the burns but I believe we managed to repair most of it, but I'll have you go through proper therapy and then rehabilitation just in case, and put your spine back together, followed by extensive burn treatment and new skin attachments. As for your eye, once again, you're the luckiest bastard. That helmet definitely saved your life. A couple millimeters further, whatever hit you would've penetrated your skull. So losing an eye was definitely the best outcome, considering the alternative. Thankfully, your optic nerve was undamaged, and we only had to replace the eyeball itself, so other than a nasty scar – which we can remove later – you will regain vision in your right eye. After the surgeries we're kept you suspended in a coma, to let everything heal and right now we're mostly pumping you with painkillers. So... after all that, I guess I should congratulate you. You're the one million credits man. Or the one million six hundred fifty thousand credits man."

I'm... I'm just speechless. Back in my time, I'd be dead. That's for sure. But I'm alive. Not only that... I'm going to make a full recovery. Theoretically, at least. But the chance is there! But damn, that's a lot of money. "Uh... that's a lot," I finally say.

"You should thank your friend here for that," Morrison replies, giving Shepard an amused look. "while we were realigning her arm back to place she contacted the Council and... persuaded," the way he stretches the words makes me think that she did something more that simply persuade them. "them to fully pay for your treatment. The spine surgery alone costs almost half of the full expenses and we bumped you up to the top of the waiting list too, which means you didn't have to wait months to have your spine repaired. I have to say that without the Council's support I don't think that we could've done everything we did," he then chuckles. "I wasn't there when it happened, but I was told she was very... convincing."

I look at Shepard, who is looking away from me, a little sheepishly. For some reason, I have a feeling that Shepard wasn't really nice to the council. Why do I get the feeling there were a lot of expletives involved?

"Now that we got that out of the way, let me do some tests," he says, pulling out a datapad and proceeds to poke me in the legs. "Can you feel it?" he asks. I can feel the touch, though barely. Then I feel a sudden spike of pain, which makes me jerk my leg. I look at the doctor to see him wielding a rather large needle, which he used to stab me in the foot with.

"Yeah, I can feel it. Though it's really numbed," I say. Already knowing what he was going to ask next I try to move my legs again. With some effort I manage to move them a bit, but it's not anything special.

"Good, good," he mutters to himself, writing something into his datapad before turning to me. "Very good. This means the surgery was very successful. The nerve damage was repaired and thankfully, no complications so far. As far as spine injuries go, yours was a very... clean one. Anyway, we'll take care of that once you're healthy enough to start your rehabilitation, so don't worry about not being able to move your legs."

The next few moments pass silently. Morrison quietly types into his datapad while Shepard is busy fiddling with her own half-filled glass of water. I'm just staring at Shepard. I have to wonder what she's doing here in the first place. I mean, I bet she has a lot of better things to do other than sit here and wait for me to wake up. Not that I'm complaining of course! I'm willing to bet that there are a lot of people who would want to wake up from a coma and see that face looking at you. Which is quite awesome, I must admit.

"Well!" Morrison interrupts my line of thoughts. "For now it's enough. I'll be back later today so I will leave you with your friend now. Don't do anything I won't," he added with a wink to my direction and a quick meaningful glance at Shepard, before he stepped out of the room. Huh, what did he mean by that?

Now that we're alone Shepard turns to me. "I take it you know this guy?" she asks with some amusement.

"Heh, yeah. Kinda. He treated me when I first arrived to the Citadel, and then treated an injury I got in my... line of work," I explain. Yeah, I should leave that story hidden in the past. My window-smack was embarrassing enough back then, no need to bring it back. "So... what have I missed?"

She smiles eagerly and proceeds to tell me the latest news.


"Huh, now you're just copying me," Wrex rumbles with some amusement as he examines the right side of my face. A couple of days earlier the doctor finally decided that he could remove the bandages from my head, leaving me only with this medical eye-patch thingy. With the bandages gone, my scars were now easily visible. It's pretty simple-looking. One gash ran down from my forehead, over my eye and ended just a bit below my cheekbone. Another, smaller one, ran down from the right side of the lower lip and ran down to my chin, splitting the stubble I've been growing during my stay. All in all... I must say that they look pretty badass! Though the split lip was a bit annoying, since talking usually made it hurt.

"Copying? I'm sorry, but my scars look a lot more impressive than yours. Yours look like some cat scratched you," I shoot back with a little grin. Admittedly, a very big cat, considering the size of the claws. But still, they look like cat scratches.

Wrex grunts in a friendly manner – I never thought I'd see the day where I could recognize the differences between grunts, but here I am, doing just that – and rolls his eyes. "And you were bitchslapped by a turian. That makes you laughing stock on Tuchanka."

"Oh, no. Don't go there. That freak was not a turian. I was bitchslapped by a Reaper. Got it? A Reaper. I did what half of the combined fleets couldn't do!" I announce heatedly, raising a finger up for emphasis. I finally regained most of my control over my arms, so I might as well use them. "I got slapped by a Reaper, and lived to tell the tale!"

"Is this normal? Arguing about scars, I mean," Liara asks Shepard, both standing on the other side of the bed. Out of anyone, she and Tali suffered the least amount of damage. There's still some discoloration on her forehead from a nasty bruise, but that's it. She had some bruised ribs too, but they already healed.

"It's pretty normal if you ask me, I've seen plenty soldier who did it. Hell, I've done it myself too," she replies with an amused grin.

Much to my surprise, Shepard was visiting me daily. According to her, that's the only place the paparazzi couldn't enter, so essentially, I was her excuse to hide from all the attention she was getting. I'm flattered either way, and I don't really mind. Better than being bored to death, and she was nice company too.

It's been a week since I've woken up and things are pretty much the same, as far as I'm concerned. It's boring and dull. At least Morrison was kind enough to provide me a datapad to pass my time, since my omni-tool was destroyed along with my armor. Everyone made some time to visit me. Garrus tried to come more frequently, but now that he was back, C-Sec got their claws on him and forced him to help up with the aftermath. Jorrun and the gang dropped by a couple of days ago too, which was a nice surprise. Wrex came to visit often too, since he was probably bored. Liara usually came with Shepard... and then... Tali happened.

She came by yesterday, like she usually did, and announced that she was recalled back to the Migrant Fleet. And just like that, Tali is gone. She promised to stay in touch, and I did the same, and an hour later, she left. Just like that, a part of our team left.

"Whatever. You're still a joke on Tuchanka," Wrex rumbles with a confident grin.

"Well, we're not on Tuchanka, so there you go," I reply with a cheeky grin.

Wrex stays silent at that until he lets out a thoughtful hum. "Speaking of Tuchanka... I'm going back," he finally says.

Huh? Going back? He doesn't mean... "You're leaving," is the only thing I can say. I don't even need to ask.

"Yeah. After everything that happened with Saren... and the genophage cure... it made me think. It's time to go back and do something about us."

Hm... so this is it. He decided to unite the clans. Still... that doesn't make it any less pleasant. I've gotten used to having the big guy around. "Going back to your clan?"

His eyes widen a bit at the question and he nods. "Yes. I've been putting this on hold for far too long, if you ask me."

"So when are you leaving?" Shepard asks.

Wrex glances at her and shrugs. "In a couple of hours. Already paid for the shuttle."

Wait wait wait! "What?" I burst out. So soon?

The krogan grunts out an affirmative. "I essentially came to tell you about it. I'm leaving."

Wow... this is... this is weird. After everything we're been through, it's so weird to see them go on to do their own stuff, without everyone else. Without me. It's... I knew this would happen, but it doesn't stop it from being... unpleasant. Well... I can't stop him. I raise my still bandaged hand and offer it to Wrex. "I take the risk of sounding corny... but it was an honor," I say.

Wrex stares at the hand for a moment before he takes it, and gives it a surprisingly gentle shake, probably not trying to hurt my already injured limb. "Heh, it was fun," he says with a small smile. He lets go of my hand and looks at the other two occupants. "Shepard, T'Soni," he says with a quick nod and moves to the door. "I'll be seeing you later."

"Yeah." I say quietly as he disappears out of the door. With that the good mood essentially vanishes. Another member of the squad left. It's actually depressing in it's own way. Even Shepard looks saddened.

"Oh!" Liara suddenly exclaims, looking at the holographic clock that is hanging over the door. "I'm almost late!" she quickly stands up and looks at me apologetically as she heads to the door.

"What's the matter?" I ask with confusion.

At this she looks a bit embarrassed. "I was asked to tell everything I could about Ilos. They're planning an expeditions and they believe my experience would be invaluable. I might be able to join the expedition itself and maybe even get the chance to talk with Vigil again..." she cuts herself off and looks at the clock, then back at me. "I'm sorry, but I really should be going."

I wave it off. "No problem. Go ahead, this is important to you," I say. She says a quick farewell and rushes out of the room, leaving me with Shepard.

Shepard.

Now there's a person who has been on my mind almost constantly. Well, not exactly the person, but the events that are connected to her. More accurately, the Collectors. What the hell do I do? I just... can't let her die like this, but if I don't... I have no idea what the hell might happen. The variable are just too big. Anything might happen. Ranging from the Collectors killing her either way, only this time Cerberus won't get their hands on her body. Maybe she might live, but then won't work with Cerberus on the Collector's case. I have no idea what might happen and even worse, I have no idea what to do.

"Is there something on my face?" Shepard asks and I realize that I've been staring at her for the past minute or so.

"Huh?" is my intelligent reply. "Oh, nothing like that. Just wondering..." and I do have an unanswered question that I've been dying to ask. It just didn't feel right to ask before. Not to mention that it's freaking embarrassing. "What's your name?" I ask, cringing at how stupid I sound. Great job Alex! You've spent so long with a woman and you never bothered to learn her name!

Shepard is just staring at me as if I've just grown another head before she bursts into laughter. I feel my face redden in embarrassment so I just ignore it and wait for her fit of laughter to pass. "I'm not surprised, really. I've gotten used to being Shepard or just Commander that I pretty much stopped using my first name. It's Katherine. Katherine Shepard. Or Kate, if you want to use that."

Huh. "Katherine. Kate. Katya," I try it out to get used to it. For some reason, I half-expected her name to be Jane or something. I'm not complaining though. "It's a nice name," I comment, because I honestly have no idea what to say. It doesn't help me at all. I'm just stalling for time here. How the hell am I supposed to avoid her death? Should I even do this? Trying to change Virmire caused so much damage. What if I make everything even worse? Can I silently sit here and wait for her to die?

"What got you so depressed?" Shepard suddenly asks, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, no, no. It's just... everyone's leaving..." I say quietly, deciding to share my thoughts.

"Well, they have their own lives, their own things to take care of. Garrus is back in C-Sec, Tali has her people to worry about and Wrex... well, he goes back home for the first time in a very long time," she says, though I can easily see that she's at least a little bit saddened by these facts. "Hey, at least there's still you and Liara," she then adds. "Once you're back on your feet, there's a place for you in my crew, so you better heal quickly," she says with a little grin.

I can't help but smile at that, though somehow I feel that it won't happen. "Sure. Like I said, you'll always have me to cover your back," I remind her. "this isn't the end. The Reapers are still out there, so until we get to kick their asses, you won't get rid of me, got that?"

And I'm going to let you die, if I don't say anything. What a great friend I am.

"Wouldn't have it any other way," she replies. "Speaking of leaving..." she adds, her smile gone now, which causes me to frown. "I'm leaving tomorrow."

Her too? No, no. It's way to soon. "Already?" I ask, a hint a desperation entering my voice without meaning to.

"Yeah. I'm fully healed and rested," she demonstrates the point by moving her previously injured arm around, "and the Council and the Alliance want us to clear out the remaining geth resistance," she explains with obvious distaste for the task. Understandable, considering the Reapers are the true threat, and the Council is essentially shoving her off the spotlight to keep everything silent.

No... by the nine hells, no. The Collectors will hit the Normandy on this mission. I know they will. I... I have to do something. Anything. I... I can't let her die like this. "Just... just be careful, alright?" Be careful? That's all I can come up with? Fucking moron.

She smirks. "I'm always careful. Don't worry about me. Just get better while I'm gone. When I come back I want to see you capable of walking again, got that?" she says with mock seriousness. "And that's an order, in case you're wondering."

"Will do," I say, trying, and failing, to raise a smile at that. This is bad. I hoped I'll have more time to plan something out, or at least do something about this. Maybe ask the Chairman on the matter, though I think I already know what he will say. And to my disgust, I think that I'll agree with him. To my horror Shepard – I think I should start calling her Kate now, since it would be silly to continue calling her by her last name now – stands up and looks to be ready to leave. "You're leaving? Already?"

She frown and shrugs apologetically. "Sorry, but I have to get ready. We're leaving early morning and I really need to get my things ready," she reaches down to me and pats me on the shoulder. "Cheer up! You still have Garrus here, not to mention your friends. And I'll come back once we finish this stupid geth hunt," she assures me with a warm smile. You'll come back, that's for sure... but not any time soon.

She starts to head for the door. I have to stop her. I have to say something. I... I can't just let her die. But the question remains... am I willing to sacrifice the whole damn galaxy for this? "Kate!" I call out after her and she stops at the doorstep to look at me. Say it. Just tell her that she shouldn't go. Tell her than she's in danger. Anything that might stop her. She's still looking at me, a slightly puzzled expression on her face. I open my mouth to say something, but my throat just clenches shut and I just can't say it to her. My mouth opens and closes a couple of times, but I can't form the words. I can't say it. So I just say something. "Thank you. For everything," the words come out slightly chocked, and on the inside I'm beating myself senseless.

She looks slightly surprised but then smiles warmly. "Don't mention it. It was good to have you with us," she says and leaves the room, the door automatically closes after her.. I'm left alone, staring at the now closer door.

"Coward," I say under my breath, feeling disgusted at myself. If I could gather the strength, I'd punch myself. I can't run after her, not with my condition. I've lost my chance. I'm aware that by doing nothing, I probably saved more lives than the other way. The Chairman would say I did the right thing. But if I did the right thing, then why do I feel like crying? Why do I feel like I'm the one who killed her?

Probably... because I did.

The realization hits me that this was the last time I'll be seeing Shepard for a very, very long time.


A month has passed. It was an uneventful month. Garrus came to visit whenever he could, so did Jorrun and the gang. They easily noticed my self-loathing mood, but I refused to elaborate. I just didn't have any logical excuse to give. I guess they chalked it up to injury frustration or something. I don't care. I've been gradually getting better. At least, physically better. I've barely been getting any sleep though. Most of my time was eaten by dreadful anticipation, waiting for the day I hear the news I never want to hear.

A month after Shepard's departure Dr. Morrison finally cleared me to start my rehabilitation. I can finally sit without suffering vast amounts of pain. Now I only have to learn how to walk again and regain proper control over my right hand. My optic nerve should be healed by now and I'll finally be able to see how my prosthetic works. Pun unintended.

A month has passed and the day I didn't want to see has finally arrived. The moment I feared came in the form of a quick message from Joker. It was short and to the point, quite uncharacteristically so. The Normandy is down. Shepard is dead. The datapad I used to receive the message was shattered to pieces against the wall within a minute.

A month has passed... and I have two more years to go.


And so... it is done. I have finally completed Massed up. Before you ask... YES. There will be a sequel. I don't think I should repeat this again.

As for the injuries and the treatment... well, the fact that Shepard can be brought back to life... it just shows the technology is capable of fixing everything I listed above. Despite that, if you want to correct me about anything... go ahead!

It's a bit hard to believe that it's finally over. 50 chapters. A lot of words, many reviews and just a little over a year. It's been a long journey. When I started this, I honestly didn't believe it will be this succesful, or that it will have this many fans, but there you go. You've made me feel awesome, compared my story to the biggest ones on this site, and this made me feel amazing. Thank you again. It's... damn, I have no idea what to say. I'm still shocked that I actually completed this! Now... I want to thank all the people who have been with this story since the very first chapter, or those who joined later and decided to stick around! Special thanks go to:

Herr Wozzeck, iNf3ctioNZ and TheRev28 (your support at the beginning was priceless, even though you kinda stopped reading further into the story)
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And everyone else I might've not mentioned here. Hell, special thanks go to all the regulars! Everyone who reviewed more than once get a special thanks! The only reason you're not on the list is because I was too lazy to go beyond page 20 on the review page! Still, I have to say thank you again. Your support was amazing, and it made writing a lot easier for me. Thank you again, and I'm glad you enjoyed the story!

Now... regarding the sequel. I believe I'll finish the first chapter sometime this month, after a short break. Not to mention that I have an exam in 4 days. Yeah, might actually fail it this time. Yay. My job also sucks! I have to say that I kinda feel like a Reaper now. My job totally ruined me. I'm anti-social, I hate crowds, I'm more aware of my personal space, and I generaly hate all organic beings. Other than animals. Sadly, they are the most intelligent things I deal with, which is sadly a rare thing. 90% of my time during work is spent on plotting how I will annihilate the sentient bacteria that are my coworkers and customers. In short: Retail fucking sucks. I won't wish this job even on my worst enemies... which is basically every person I meet nowadays. Thankfully, I'm on a week-long vacation, which gave me time to finish this, which also ends in 2 days. So... yeah, I completely trailed off here, so basically, I think I'll get the first chapter of Massed Up 2 done somewhere close to the end of the month. I'll rest up, waste my time playing all the games I missed (DmC RULES by the way. Fun game) and then I think I'll start writing again! Maybe I'll post a note here to tell you when the sequel is up, don't know. We'll see when the time comes! So, thanks again, and for now, and until next time...

Delvaro out!