The day had begun cloudy and overcast. The clouds weren't particularly dark, so rain at least seemed somewhat unlikely. But there wasn't as much light as there could have been, which would normally make it harder to wake up than on a sunnier day. But Marshall found himself stirred from his blissful slumber by some strange noises. He still remembered that the other pups were all sleeping around him, and the feeling of tranquility was keeping him from moving very much. But he was still able to open his eyes to see the elevator moving out of the corner of his eye. The spotted pup very gently turned his head in time to notice the elevator ascending away with a certain young boy serving as its passenger, Pup Pad in hand.

But the sight was far from ordinary. Ryder took a very brief look at Marshall, but it was long enough for the dalmatian to notice the boy's face; an image that'd be burned into the pup's memory for a long time to come. Red, deeply-bloodshot eyes surrounded by dark rings. Cheeks streaked with tears. A slouched, exhausted posture. Marshall remained where he was, but any attempt of his to go back to sleep was ultimately futile. The image of his owner in such a state had rendered him officially incapable of relaxing mentally.

Marshall had a long time to think about matters, but he simply couldn't take his mind off of the image of his owner in such an obviously-broken state. He understood why Ryder was the way he was, but Ryder had always been known as a happy, steadfast child. Always keeping a cool head when people needed him. Seeing him as a broken shell of himself was a serious shot to the heart for Marshall. A sentiment that would likely be shared by any of the others, he thought. But when he thought about the others, as if on cue, he started to feel movement around him. The first movement he felt came from the fuzzy, grey pup that had served as his pillow the previous night, who emitted some soft, breathy moans as he slowly roused himself.

"Rocky. Hey. You up?" Marshall whispered as quietly as he could.

"Gmmrrrgghh… Morning, Marshall..." Rocky groaned.

"Did you sleep OK?"

"Yeah, actually. How about you?"

"Yeah, I slept great. You make a good pillow, you know?"

Rocky snickered. "What can I say? I aim to please."

The two pups waited before speaking again, checking to see if any of the others had woken up at all. Aside from a brief snuffle from Rubble, however, no-one else moved or made so much as a sound.

"So, uh..." Rocky whispered. "Any plans for today?"

Marshall paused for a second. "Huh. Not really sure, actually."

"I think we all wanna spend time with you today."

"Yeah, and I wanna spend time with YOU. I just don't know what to do."

"I'm sure we'll think of something, Marshall… Hey, actually, wanna help me with an invention?"

Marshall perked up, and barely kept himself from shouting in the process. "That sounds great, Rocky!"

"Glad you think so. Since I tore it apart last time..."

Both pups paused sadly in mid-sentence before speaking again.

"Well, there's nothing to worry about this time, right?" Marshall asked quietly.

Rocky smiled to himself. "Absolutely nothing." he whispered fondly.

"What's nothing?"

The pups jumped a little at the female voice behind them.

"Everest?" Marshall whispered. "When did you get up?"

"Just now." Everest whispered back. "How did you sleep?"

"With this big blanket over me?" Marshall said lightheartedly. "Like a baby."

Everest giggled softly to herself. "Well I slept great too with such a warm, soft and fuzzy pillow!"

Marshall soon started laughing himself. "Admit it, you just wanted to use me as a pillow last night, didn't you?"

While Marshall couldn't see the look of surprise on Everest's face, which quickly morphed into a shifty expression with the husky's icy-blue eyes darting back and forth, the several seconds-long silence from her told all.

"...maybe."

It wasn't long after that that the pups had all gotten up to much reluctance. Of course, Marshall and Everest being unable to stop themselves from laughing had served as an impromptu alarm clock. Though some of the pups grumbled and groaned at being woken up, they could think of worse sounds to wake up to. Chase nearly having a heart attack at seeing that they'd all slept until noon was also a good indicator that they should probably get up.

Jake and Carlos had come to the Lookout in order to get lunch, and it was there that Marshall finally saw fit to tell everyone about the state that Ryder was in. Naturally, no-one took it well. Jake and Carlos told the pups that they would keep trying to get through, but the hopeless tone in their voices didn't go unnoticed. Even as the pups discussed trying to get through to him themselves, Skye had noticeably made herself scarce. Outside, Marshall had put on a brave face, outwardly remaining hopeful that Ryder would eventually go back to his old self. But inside, his hope was sinking like a boulder in the ocean.

Though the dalmatian didn't have much time to think on this as he joined the pups for a very late breakfast. It wasn't exactly a lively affair, with a few muted conversations here and there. Usually, the pups would be happily scarfing down their food and talking about what they were going to be getting up to. But here, there was still an odd heaviness to the atmosphere. Clearly, the trauma of Marshall's accident was still weighing heavily on their minds, though Everest was still kind enough to invite Marshall and Tracker to go on a walk with her later. Clearly, the husky was still yearning for companionship after her mental coma. And the two pups weren't about to decline.

After breakfast, Marshall and Rocky both stepped out to the Lookout grounds after the mixed breed retrieved his Pup Pack and gear, moving towards Rocky's truck, with Marshall's own truck looking untouched. The two pups froze, unable to help staring at it for a while.

"It's… like nothing ever happened..." Rocky whispered emptily.

"No kidding..." Marshall quietly replied. "Probably doesn't beat looking at your own grave in terms of freakiness, though."

"Well, no… But… you were as good as dead for three days and now… well..."

"Hey." Marshall laid a paw on Rocky's shoulder. "Let's not think too hard about that, huh? We've got work to do, right?"

Rocky paused for a second. "...yeah, you're right, Marshall… Let's focus on the catapult for now."

"The one you were building while I was gone, right?"

The pups had begun moving on to Rocky's truck. "The same." Rocky replied. "I mean, I had a good idea, but then I… well, I smashed it to pieces..."

Marshall whined, remembering why Rocky smashed it to pieces in the first place.

"...but I'm not gonna do that this time." Rocky continued, now beginning to smile. "Something tells me that this time is gonna be special."

"You know?" It didn't take long for Rocky's smile to spread to Marshall. "I think you're right."

It wasn't long before Rocky had pulled out a pile of wood from his truck. It looked to be primarily fallen branches and unused planks with some rope and wooden cogs to go with it.

"So what was your plan, Rocky?" Marshall asked. "Why another catapult?"

"Things can always been improved on, Marshall." Rocky replied. "Plus, the one I've got is starting to wear out. I wanted to make one that packed more of a punch. You know, throw stuff further."

"That makes sense, but how're you gonna do it with just a bunch of wood and rope?"

"That's why I've got the old catapult!" Rocky pulled said catapult from his truck, as if to emphasise his point. "I'm gonna look it over, see what I could do better. Wanna look, too?"

"Sure!"

Stepping past the pile of wooden scraps, the pups started to scrutinise every detail about the catapult, peering at it as if it were a puzzle waiting to be solved. Rocky mumbled to himself as he carefully looked over every detail of the contraption.

"Hmm, the arm's a little big…" Marshall piped up. "What did you plan to throw with this?"

"Well, mostly a tennis ball or two. Maybe sticks and frisbees, too?" Rocky replied.

"Wouldn't it be better if the arm was lighter, though? Means the ball or whatever will fly a little further?"

"You're right. The whole thing's kinda bulky, actually. If I can find something to make it lighter and fix it to the floor, it'd be great."

"'Fix it to the floor'?"

"Well, if it's too light, it'll just fly away when I pull the lever. But I don't want the arm to wobble when I pull the lever, either..."

Marshall walked backwards and squinted at the catapult.

"...maybe some heavy wheels?" Marshall opined. "That'd probably stop it from flying away."

Rocky paused and furrowed his brow, thinking about Marshall's idea.

"...that could work." Rocky replied. "And I could maybe stop it from wobbling if I make the arm thick enough… Now where did I leave those wheels?"

Rocky hopped back into his truck and started digging through it.

"Umm… Nah, that's not it… Whoa- how long have I had this? Hmm… Nah, that's no good… Whoa, what's- Wait… is this-?! Oh you did NOT! Oh, ho, ho, ho, Rubble! You! Are! BAD!"

Marshall gritted his teeth and swallowed heavily. "I'll just pretend I didn't hear that!" he shouted nauseatedly.

"Ah-HA!" Rocky cried. "These will do!"

Two well-made, if slightly pre-used, wheels came flying from the back of the truck, landing next to the speckled pup waiting for him. The wheels were soon followed by Rocky himself.

"Why trash it when you can stash it?"

"Well careful where you throw those things, Rocky, 'cuz you nearly trashed ME!" Marshall retorted with a playful tone.

Suddenly, Rocky's eyes shot open in an expression of horror, accompanied by a loud gasp. "R-Really-?! O-Oh my gosh, I'm SO sorry, Marshall! I-I didn't mean to-! I w-wasn't looking where I was throwing! I could've really hurt you-!"

"Whoa, Rocky!" Marshall cried in shock. "I was only joking! I didn't mean anything by that! I wasn't gonna get THAT badly hurt if those hit me! You know that!"

Rocky froze, still staring at Marshall with an expression of horror, but now completely silent. Soon, he began to breathe, slowly drawing in air and expelling it back out.

"I..." Rocky began, before exhaling once more. "...no, you're right. Sorry, Marshall. Let's not talk about that, huh?"

"Er… sure?" Marshall stuttered uncertainly, still caught off-guard by Rocky's fit of terror at the prospect of him getting hurt.

"Anyway..." Rocky sighed, trying to steer things back on track. "Let's get these to the grass. Let's take the wood first, it'll be easier. Now be extra careful not to damage these any more, OK?"

"Gotcha..."

Trying to push aside what had just happened for the time being, Marshall joined Rocky in moving the wood and rope from his truck to an open patch of grass, so that Rocky could get to work on it. But when it came time to move the wheels, things got more complicated. While the pups had decided to roll the wheels along the floor, they were surprisingly hard to keep upright.

"Wh-whoa-!" Rocky cried, trying to keep his wheel upright. "C'mon, nearly there-!"

"Oh, please don't fall over, please don't fall over..." Marshall mumbled, seeing the wheel about to tip to the side.

"Uh-oh!" he cried, leaping atop the wheel in a bid to stabilise it, only to find that his added pup weight was causing the wheel to roll forward uncontrollably.

"Whoawhoawhoawhoawhoa-!" Marshall hollered. "HEADS UP, ROCKY!"

Rocky whipped around, only to gasp loudly and get an identical expression of horror to before. "MARSHALL, NOOOOOOOO!"

What Rocky did next shocked Marshall more than expected. Rocky took a flying leap at the dalmatian and tackled him off of the wheel, curling around him protectively as they both hit the floor hard with a resounding thud.

"Agh-!" Marshall winced.

"It's OK, Marshall, it's OK, you're safe, that wheel won't hurt you, everything's fine..." Rocky whispered, the pair watching as Marshall's wheel bumped into Rocky's and fell sideways, finally coming to a halt.

"Rocky, what are you talking about?" Marshall groaned. "I do that kinda thing all the time! You didn't have to jump at me!"

"But you could've been hurt!" Rocky shot back.

"Rocky, you really don't have to do this! Haven't you said before that that's just me?"

"Well, excuse me! Last time this kinda thing happened it nearly KILLED YOU! I'm only trying to look out for you!"

Any possible retort that Marshall could have had was immediately destroyed when Rocky finished his sentence. Now it was crystal clear how far the pup's fear over his wellbeing went. Marshall was so lost in the company of his friend and brother that he'd never once considered how worked up the others might be after finally having him back, terrified of the possibility of losing him again by any means. Marshall's shock was plainly visible in his eyes. Shock which Rocky had clearly picked up on as his eyes moistened with guilt over his harsh words.

"M-Marshall… I… I didn't mean to… I-I'm… so sorry..." Rocky whimpered.

"N-No, Rocky..." Marshall replied. "I… Well, I didn't even think of that..."

"I didn't mean to be so jumpy… But… I guess I'm still scared of losing you..."

"No, I get it… I should've been more careful..."

Rocky gave a hefty sigh, before holding onto Marshall tightly.

"If you're more careful, I'll be less jumpy… I think."

"Hey, worth a shot." Marshall replied as he let Rocky hug him. "Can't make any promises, though… I mean, after all..."

Rocky stiffened as he realised where the conversation was going.

"Don't say it-!"

"...that's how I roll!"

Rocky couldn't hold in his laughter. Even after a heavy moment, Marshall was still joking around as ever. But the extra layer of gratitude he had at being able to hear his dear friend's jokes again seemed to make him laugh harder than he had intended.

"(Worse problems to have...)" Rocky thought to himself.

Afterwards, Marshall set about helping Rocky with the legwork of putting together the new catapult. Already having a framework with the old catapult certainly helped, allowing Rocky to drill holes and cut timber along Marshall's markings that he'd made with the red highlighter pen that Rocky kept with him. But unfortunately, the heavy pushing required to build the catapult still remained from last time, as was evidenced by Rocky and Marshall pushing two parts of the catapult together with all of their might.

"C'mon… Marshall… puuuush…!" Rocky strained.

"I'm… pushing…! I'm… UGH-!" Marshall grunted loudly as the two pieces of wood finally snapped into place.

"Phew… got it..." Marshall wheezed, trying to catch his breath.

"Thanks a lot... Marshall!" Rocky gasped, rolling the frame back upright with a satisfied expression. "I think I... would've thrown my back out if… if I tried this by myself!"

"You know that… if you pull something… doing this… I'm not gonna… let you hear… hear the end of it, right?"

"I know, I know..."

Rocky and Marshall spent a few seconds catching their breath, before the grey-furred pup looked up at the half-built catapult frame, furrowing his brow at a piece of frame jutting out from the rest.

"Hrm..." Rocky mumbled. "Kinda too long… Arf, arf! Saw!"

Marshall watched as the saw extended forth from Rocky's Pup Pack, and the mixed breed moved into position to cut off the excess.

"Careful with that, Rocky!" Marshall cautioned.

"Not a problem!" Rocky replied.

"Hey, guys!"

"How's it going, amigos?"

Marshall turned around to the source of the voices behind him to see a husky and a chihuahua standing behind him, wearing their respective hats and eyeing Rocky's newest creation.

"Oh, Everest! Tracker!" Marshall replied.

"Hi, guys!" Rocky called, not looking up from his work.

"New catapult, huh?" Everest asked.

"Looks menor. A little smaller." Tracker observed.

"That's the idea!" Marshall said. "So what brings you guys here?"

"We were about to get going on our walk." Everest replied. "You ready?"

Marshall frowned. "Oh, er, already? I-I don't know if Rocky still needs me..."

"Hey, don't stop for me." Rocky shouted from over the saw moving back and forth through the wood. "I think I'm in a good place, now. Go ahead, enjoy your walk!"

Marshall was about to thank Rocky, until he noticed that the saw had nearly chewed through the excess wood of the catapult, and that the heavy, vertical plank of wood was in prime position to come down on the pup's paws.

"ROCKY, WATCH YOUR PAWS!" Marshall yelled, as the beam began to tip towards Rocky.

"Wha-?!" Rocky shouted with a jolt, before seeing the wood falling towards him.

With a loud shriek, the mixed breed fell backwards onto his rump and dragged his front paws closer to him, the long plank just barely avoiding his toes as it flopped to the ground, leaving Rocky panting and staring down at the fallen plank with wide eyes.

"Whoa..." Rocky whispered. "Too close…"

"Careful!" Marshall scolded Rocky gently. "That could've caused a sprain!"

"You're right… Just like last time… Actually, why did I stand the catapult back up?!" Rocky brought his paw to his forehead in exasperation.

"If I had to patch you up for that, I would've mummified your sorry butt, mister!"

"What else is new?"

Marshall scoffed playfully. "Just watch yourself, OK?"

"Only if you do the same thing."

Everest and Tracker certainly appreciated the dramatic show that they were given, as they walked away from the Lookout with Marshall in tow. The pair had decided on going for a walk on the beach; not territory that either pup saw every day. Though oddly enough, Marshall insisted that they stay as far away from the sea as possible. As much as the two pups were slightly bewildered by Marshall's unusual apprehension, they decided to go with it, walking along the soft sands of a beach near to the Lookout, walking three abreast, making an effort to stay as far from the ocean as they could manage.

"Weather could've been a little better…" Tracker admitted. "Kinda cloudy for a walk on the beach..."

"But it's not every day we get to take a walk like this!" Everest countered. "Nice and quiet, too. Right, Marshall?"

"Huh?" Marshall replied, seemingly being jolted out of his thoughts. "U-Uh, yeah… Quiet..."

Everest and Tracker shared a worried look.

"Marshall… ¿Estas bien? Are you OK?" Tracker asked. "You've been miles away since we left."

"Is this about the beach?" Everest added. "Or something else?"

Marshall sighed heavily. "No pulling the wool over your eyes, huh? I guess you got me. It's a little of everything, actually. I mean, I ddn't think I'd still be so… jumpy around..." He swallowed heavily. "...water..."

"Water?" Everest parroted. "Why would you be jumpy around water?"

"Espera, Everest..." Tracker whispered, with widening eyes. "I just realised… We just brought Marshall to the beach… a few days after he nearly drowned..."

Everest went completely rigid in response, her face flushed with guilt.

"Oh… Oh, man, Marshall… I… I didn't even think of that..."

"It… It's fine..." Marshall replied. "… ...the beach is still too pretty to pass up… I-I thought I'd be OK if we stayed away from the sea at least… Besides, that's not all I'm thinking of… I mean, Chase and Skye still won't talk to each other, I think we're all gonnna have nightmares over this for weeks… and Ryder..."

All it took was the mention of the boy's name to instantly lower the mood among the pups. While they had barely seen any of Ryder, their owners' combined efforts to get through to him ending in failure, combined with what little they had seen of him being utterly haunting, simply hearing his name served as a good reminder of how dire things were in the Lookout.

"...I mean, he's already starved himself over what's been going on… And everyone's been saying that he just yelled at them and pushed them away..."

"But we've been trying to get close to him, amigo..." Tracker said sadly. "...we can't help him if he doesn't let us in."

"That's the problem!" Marshall replied sharply. "Everyone who's tried to get close to him hasn't even gotten a reply out of him! Doesn't he see that we NEED to talk to him?! We really need him! And all he's doing is making things worse for himself! I even saw him when I woke up today, and he was a total mess!"

Everest walked up to Marshall and placed a paw on his back. "...Who do you think really needs who right now?"

The worked-up dalmatian deflated quickly after Everest asked her question. "I know..." he whined. "I'm so worried about him… Why won't he let us in?"

"I'm sure he's got his reasons." Tracker replied. "He's a lot like your dad. Like Carlos is to me. How do you think watching you die made him feel?"

"Jake and Carlos are trying their best, Marshall." Everest added. "We can't force Ryder to feel better. All we can do is give it time."

"...But it's tough..." Marshall whimpered.

Nobody could deny that. Having to wait for Ryder to show any improvement at all was an agonising process. They'd already seen just how bad he'd gotten in three days after seeing one of his pups plunge to their doom, and they were all as terrified as he was at the prospect of it happening again.

"Well, hey." Tracker cut in. "No point moping about it, huh? We came to enjoy the beach, didn't we?"

"Tracker's right. Didn't we come here for a nice walk?" Everest added.

"...yeah… I guess you're right." Marshall said. "Let's go, huh?"

The pups were quick to agree, and set off down the beach again. The waves were generally calm, and the wind was gentle, if noticeable. The scent of the ocean wafted through the three pups. The only thing that was remotely questionable was the darkened sky, adorned with grey clouds.

"The air feels muy increíble..." Tracker whispered. "We should come here more often..."

"I know, right?" Everest replied, smiling. "It all feels so fresh!"

Marshall opened his mouth to add to the conversation, until his Pup Tag suddenly blinked and chimed.

"Huh? That's my Pup Tag..."

Though the pups tended to rely on verbal communication, Ryder had built a messaging system into their Tags and his Pup Pad long ago, in case the pups wanted to leave each other messages. Though they tended to use it for personal messages, assuming that they used them at all. Tapping his Tag, a holographic image sprung forth from it, revealing an image and a text from Jake.

"rocky sez ur th best :D"

"Hey, look!" Everest laughed. "It looks like Rocky finished his catapult!"

"That's one cool-looking gizmo!" Tracker added.

The image, more specifically, was a selfie of a grinning Jake kneeling with his arm around Rocky, with Rocky wearing an ecstatic smile. And behind them was the catapult, neatly put together and painted white and green, with some red writing on the side reading "ROSHALL FLINGER". The device was smaller than Rocky's previous attempt, but looked very sleek and well-crafted.

"What's a… 'Roshall' though?" Marshall asked, oddly intrigued by the name alone.

Everest laughed. "I think that's supposed to be your names."

"'Ro' for Rocky and 'Shall' for Marshall, right?" Tracker posited.

Marshall looked for a little longer, but his curious face had now changed to one of amazement and pride.

"Wow… That's really cool, Rocky..." Marshall whispered.

"It sure is!" Tracker affirmed. "You two did a really good job with that!"

"Can't wait to see it in action!" Everest added excitedly.

"Maybe when we get-"

Marshall was cut off by the feeling of something cold hitting the top of his snout. It was cold and oddly wet. Touching his paw to it, he heard something strike the ground next to him. Then he heard something else hit the ground, followed by more of the same thing hitting his entire body. The dalmatian froze on the spot as he realised what it was, his breathing becoming quicker and louder and his eyes widening.

"Aww, man, really?" Tracker groaned. "Now-"

"WATER!" Marshall screamed, cutting Tracker off in mid-sentence. "GET IT AWAY! GET IT AWAY! STOP! PLEASE STOP IT!"

Everest went rigid. "Marshall! Wh-Wha-?! What the heck's gotten into you?!"

Marshall didn't listen, running around frantically while hyperventillating. "I'VE GOTTA HIDE! GET AWAY FROM THE WATER! STOP IT! NO! PLEASE!"

Tracker was wide-eyed. Marshall wasn't known for having panic attacks like this. "Marshall! Hey! Espera! Slow down!"

Once more, Marshall didn't listen.

"Oh, no! I didn't even think about rain!" Everest shouted over Marshall's panicked yells.

"He's getting soaked!" Tracker shouted back. "Hold on! I'll be right back!" Tracker turned and ran off to get something.

Everest continued to try to get the attention of the panicking dalmatian, but to no avail. Marshall was completely terrified for a reason that she could barely comprehend. It felt like an eternity before Tracker returned carrying a beach umbrella in his mouth, which he quickly stuck in the ground and opened.

"MARSHALL! HEY! GET UNDER HERE!" Tracker yelled, trying to get through to Marshall.

Thankfully, it seemed like the panicking dalmatian heard him, looking at the beach umbrella and scrambling to get under it, curling into a shaking, wet ball.

"Nomorenomorenomore, please get the water away! Stopstopstop! I can't! Icanticanticant! Water, rain, gonna die-!" Marshall gibbered, sounding like he was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Marshall! Hey! Shhh, shhh! It's OK! It's just rain!" Everest frantically attempted to reassure the pup.

"Oyoyoy…" Tracker whimpered. "I didn't even think about this..."

"I didn't think it'd get this bad." Everest looked at Tracker sadly. "Not even Rocky gets this bad around water..."

"Wouldn't you be, if you nearly drowned in it?"

"I guess… But what do we do?"

"Well, we gotta get him home, first… But none of our vehicles have roofs…"

"What about this whole thing with water, though? I mean, how's he gonna live if he gets like this every time it rains?"

Tracker paused. He had to admit, he didn't know the answer to that. His first thought drifted to trying to get him used to water again. But neither of them were the right pups for that job. After a period of silence, both pups' eyes widened as they shared a look with each other.

"I'VE GOT IT!" they both yelled.

"Looks like you're thinking what I'm thinking, Tracker." Everest said.

"Si, I think so." Tracker replied. "Can you call Zuma? I'll try and calm him down a little."

"Got it." Everest replied, as she moved further away from the two pups.

Sadly, the rain hadn't eased up, and showed no signs of doing so. Getting Marshall back to the Lookout was going to be quite difficult, even as Tracker tried to soothe the spotted pup by laying his paws on Marshall's head. Being surrounded by water again had unfortunately put Marshall back in the mindset of fighting for his life among the raging current of the freezing river. But right now, the first priority was trying to ease Marshall's nerves for the time being. At least enough to get him home so that a certain chocolate labrador could take his turn to help Marshall out.

"Evewest?" Zuma's voice finally came through Everest's Pup Tag. "What's up? Something wong?"

Everest sighed heavily. "Yep. REALLY wrong. You've gotta get down here right away. See..."

IT BEGINS.

We're just under halfway in, now. And the recovery portion is picking up, starting with Rocky. Marshall came back to a lot of loose ends, and now he can help tie them. But in doing so, he completely forgot about a loose end of his own... Thankfully, there's a pup for that.

The second "phase" as it were is now officially underway. I hope you enjoy it (even though the chapters are now beginning to get longer). And as always, if you have been enjoying the story, please don't hesitate to leave a review or send a favourite my way. Thanks for listening, and I hope to see you Tuesday.