A/N: We are closing in on the finish line people!

I don't know what else I'm supposed to put here so I'll just leave it at this.

Enjoy.

Scene 39:

Final Confrontation

"Don't you think there are a lot fewer guards than there were before?" Yamamoto asked as they sprinted through the maze.

"Hibari must be doing his job rather well then," Gokudera replied, checking the map quickly before ducking to his right without missing a beat. His sprint very much like his driving.

Yamamoto blinked at the split-second decision.

"What were the directions again?" he asked, hoping to confirm something that had been on his mind for the past two turns.

"Left, right, right, left, middle, right, left, first door on the right." came Gokudera's immediate reply as though he was reading the information straight off of a screen.

"Okay..." Yamamoto replied.

The dude must have a photographic memory or something...

The two teens had been running for a few more moments when the Gem suddenly began vibrating in Gokudera's hand, forcing the young delinquent into a screeching halt, making the athlete follow his lead, though he looked at him in confusion as he did so.

Gokudera stared at the offending object in his hand.

They didn't have time for this!

But the called ID told him that he would have to answer it no matter what he was currently feeling.

Hesitantly, he put the gem to his ear.

"Why are you calling?" he immediately growled to the person on the other side. "We have a job to do." his fingers clenched around the device, almost cracking the smooth crystal-like casing.

"They've caught on." Dino's voice answered on the other line, though Gokudera could have sworn that the man had been right next to him, his voice echoing through his whole body. "The Riptides are aware of what you're up to. You have to hurry."

"How do you know this?" Gokudera asked angrily, hoping against hope that Dino's assumption was nothing but hurried speculation driven on him out of paranoia.

"They stopped trying to make contact."

"FUCK!"

"Language." came the swift response through the gem. "Again, hurry up," Dino repeated, sounding legitimately scared.

Growling loudly in a mix of irritation and repressed fear, Gokudera cut off the call.

"What's wrong?" Yamamoto asked, making the delinquent turn towards him.

"They caught on to us." Gokudera answered, his fingers frantically moving over the screen of the phone, going through the route they would have to run.

There was still a long way to go.

"Fuck..." Yamamoto slipped, head snapping down the corridor. "We've got to hurry."

"Don't state the obvious." Gokudera snapped back at him.

And then, they were running again, only this time, their feet were moving twice as fast with newfound determination.

Had Gokudera been paying attention, he would have noticed a strange, tiny fluttering sensation, barely there, but there none the less.

Reborn reached the rooftop, slowly approaching the partially open door, glancing out through the crack.

A man that he recognized at The Worm from the photographs sat crouched at the edge of the roof, the barrel of his sniper-rifle pointed down towards what Reborn guessed to be the distraction Hibari Kyoya was putting up for them.

As he watched, the lanky man fired, again and again, seeming to only grow all the more irritated with each shot.

Reborn shook his head at this, smirking.

The demon of Namimori was apparently too fast for the man to get a proper shot.

Apparently, the Worm had spotted something moving in the shadows behind the door because he immediately turned his attention away from the courtyard and the ever-moving target and swiftly leveled his rifle towards the door, firing frantically.

Reborn rolled his eyes.

The man's aim was truly atrocious.

The two women had been walking for some time before the woman finally leaned Tsuna up against one of the walls, removing the mask from the younger female's face before she removed her own and stuffed them back into her pocket.

The woman looked over Tsuna, taking in her general appearance.

If possible, the girl was even paler than she had been before, her eyelids slipping closed and her breathing even more labored than it had been earlier.

This worried the woman.

Tsuna had been practically dragged the entire way, how could she be even more exhausted than she had been before?

"What's wrong?" she asked, grabbing Tsuna by the shoulders.

It took a while before the younger found it in her to answer.

"Don't… feel right..."

Frowning, the woman took a step back, taking a moment to study the younger female closer than she had before.

Looking down at the girl's legs, the woman got her answer.

Tsuna's ankles and the skin leading up to her shins had a purple-ish hue to them that honestly didn't look even remotely healthy.

The woman felt like slapping her forehead.

"Damn it," she muttered, reaching a hand into her pocket to pull out a beautiful crystal perfume bottle filled with a light orange colored liquid. "You weren't kidding when you said your skin was sensitive."

Even though it was just a knock-out gas, the woman really needed to do something to the formula if it could affect exposed skin like that. Sure, the girl's skin was more sensitive than that or a normal person's, but if she were to go through with her plan, she would definitely need to adjust all her concoctions to ensure they weren't harmful to the little princess.

Crouching down in front of the girl, the woman spritzed the liquid over the girl's legs, watching with satisfaction as it immediately took effect, the purple fading away into nothingness, replacing it with a much healthier shade of pale than the one that had marred the girl's face.

Looking up at Tsuna again, the woman was pleased to see a relieved expression in her eyes.

Standing back up, the woman wrapped Tsuna's arm around her shoulder again.

Tsuna made a small noise of discomfort.

"I know." the woman muttered, mouth close to Tsuna's ear. "But you have to push through it." she moved them away from the wall, dragging the weaker girl down the corridor.

In her defense, Tsuna did try to actually walk a few steps.

"We have to keep moving."

Reborn let out a long sigh of annoyance, casually changing the magazine in his hand-gun as he leaned against the half-open door, snapping it in place with expert fingers before he sat back, waiting.

Finally, there was a short, split-second lull in the rapid firing and Reborn acted.

Before the Worm had the chance to really do anything else, Reborn's hand shot out through the gap in the door and fired.

The Worm collapsed next to his sniper rifle, a small hole right between his eyes.

Stepping out onto the roof, Reborn casually brushed out the creases in his blazer as he looked down at his kill, an emotionless look in his dark eyes.

His attention turned towards the courtyard, watching, silently impressed as he watches the eighteen-year-old expertly taking down guard after guard, adding to the growing piled of unconscious bodies around him.

Reborn allowed himself a small smirk.

A few turns down the obvious maze, Tsuna managed to gather up enough strength to force her legs into movement, actually helping the two of them move down the corridors. They were moving at about twice the speed as they had been moving at before, but it still wasn't that fast.

Suddenly, Tsuna planted her feet on the ground, forcing the two of them into an abrupt halt.

The woman immediately knew what was wrong, she turned towards Tsuna without a second thought, seeing her face morphing into an expression of terror.

"What are you feeling?" the woman asked frantically, Tsuna's fear rubbing off on her.

She didn't get to answer.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Tsuna glanced at the woman from the corner of her eye as she stiffened where she stood. Tsuna's own face melted into exhausted resignation, her attention moving over to the closest turn just as a tall, muscled figure with a ponytail stepped out in front of them.

Beside her, Tsuna heard the woman release a silent curse.

Ponytail guy raised his hand, making the two women's attention turn towards the gun he had clutched in his hand. He turned the weapon at the two females, the older one in particular.

The woman had to force herself to appear calm.

"Hello Dylan," she said, nodding to ponytail guy, adjusting her arm around Tsuna's waist, holding her close. "What are you doing here?"

Tsuna raised her eyebrow at the given name.

So much intimidation points were removed once the real name was given.

Then again, it just proves that they were real humans once.

Dylan narrowed his eyes at the woman, his finger tightening on the trigger.

"I could as you the same thing Bianchi."

Huh… Bianchi?

Tsuna glanced up at the woman again.

Yeah, it suited her.

Apparently, Dylan wasn't finished talking.

"The Princess if our ticked to becoming Initiates, why are you taking her away?" his voice grew louder and louder with each word that passed through his lips, which Tsuna now noticed had a scar running over his lower lip down to his chin.

Bianchi just chuckled, though Tsuna could feel her tremble slightly.

"I would be an awful sister if I allowed my brother's friend to be killed for my own ambitions." her voice was strong, surprisingly so, but she couldn't fool Tsuna.

The woman was afraid.

Dylan took another threatening step towards them, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"What did you do to Tony?"

Bianchi shrugged, her hold on Tsuna tightening even more.

"He came on too strong," she said, speaking as though it meant absolutely nothing. "I just put him to sleep for a while.

Dylan tightened his finger on the trigger, looking moments away from shooting the woman straight in the head.

Was that called "Execution style"? Tsuna wasn't sure.

"How can you be sure the girl even knows your brother?" he asked, glancing accusingly towards Tsuna. "She could be lying to get to you."

Bianchi, rightfully so, glared at the man.

"She made the connection between me and my brother before she even knew of our relation because of our slight physical similarities," she stated. "She told me his name before I'd ever given any type of hint that I even had family still in this world." both women watched as Dylan's glare lessened slightly, though he still looked ticked off at what Bianchi was doing. "My brother hasn't allowed anyone to get to know him for a long time." Bianchi's eyes narrowed in determination, her muscles tensing. "I won't let you have the girl."

Dylan let out a long sigh.

"I should have known you would betray us," he muttered, shaking his head as he looked away from the two of them. "Women can never be trusted."

Tsuna did a double-take.

A sexist…

There was a sexist standing in front of her at this very moment…

She had never thought she'd ever had the displeasure of meeting one of those in this day and age, the closest she'd gotten had been Mochida and his problem wasn't with women in particular, just those he viewed to be physically weaker than him, it wouldn't have mattered to him if Tsuna had been a male or female, he still would have dragged his friends with him to beat her up in the alley that day.

But an actual sexist…

Dylan turned his eyes back toward the woman.

"I still need the Princess alive, of course," he said, turning all of his attention towards Bianchi. "But I don't need you for her to be delivered." he let out a deep breath. "Still..." he moved the gun so that it was more accurately aimed straight between Bianchi's eyes, his finger tightening even further on the trigger.

Must be a very heavy trigger.

Both Tsuna and Bianchi paled at the sight.

"You have been such a valuable member to us," Dylan said, keeping his voice cool yet somewhat regretful, though his eyes held none of that. In fact, they appeared rather pleased to have been given the opportunity to get rid of the woman holding Tsuna. "But I think it's just about time that you part your way from the Riptides."

Suddenly, a new feeling flooded Tsuna's system.

It wasn't like the feeling of dread that she'd been having for the past few minutes.

This feeling was one that filled her with a sensation of warmth, but not the one she had become oh so used to with the fire flickering inside of her. It was the warmth that came with familiarity, joy, and most of all:

Safety.

Despite the situation, a small smile spread across her face, lighting up her exhausted features.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her head towards the man.

"I agree," she said, voice ringing out clear in the corridor.

The two ex-associates snapped their attention towards her, confusion clear on their faces.

Dylan raised an eyebrow at her words.

Bianchi on the other hand, seeing the calm smile on Tsuna's face, allowed herself to relax along with her, not knowing what was about to happen, but she knew that it would be in their favor.

She just hoped it would be their soon.

Tsuna tilted her head to the side.

"Although..." she spoke with a questioning tone, letting her lower lip catch between her teeth as she studied the man in front of her. "I'm not so sure it'll be by your hand."

For a moment, there was absolute silence between the three of them, everyone staring at Tsuna in different forms of absolute confusion, even Bianchi, who had already gotten at least a little used to the idea of Tsuna somehow being able to tell when something was coming.

Finally, Dylan let out a loud, mocking laugh, snapping everyone out of their bewilderment.

"You don't really have a choice, Princess."

He straightened out his arm, taking and once again and pulling the trigger.

Two shots sounded through the air, one shortly followed by the other by just about half a second.

Tsuna felt something zoom just over her head just past Bianchi's ear before a pained scream sounded through the corridor.

Funnily enough, it didn't come from either her or Bianchi.

In front of them, two fingers were blown off of Dylan's outstretched hand, sending the gun he'd been holding skidding out of his loosened grip as his blood sprayed over the floor.

Frantically, the injured man clutched at his injured hand, furiously trying to stop the blood flow as he staggered backward, gazing at the limb in horror.

What the fuck just happened!?

The second that followed, a figure sprinted out from a turn, a line of shining metal sweeping through the air before colliding with Dylan's kneecap. A loud crack sounded through the air followed by another shout of pain as the tall man collapsed to his knees.

The figure now stood at Dylan's side, a metal bat held threateningly in the arm that wasn't encased in a cast, was leveled under the man's scarred chin as a second figure stalked into the women's line of sight, a three barreled gun leveled in a hand sporting the long fingers of a piano player.

Both figured, very VERY familiar.

Still in terrible pain, Dylan turned his head towards the offender to his left, the one with the gun, trying to get a look at the face of the man that had shot his fingers off.

He was greeted by the sight of the three barrels of a gun pointed right towards his sight.

"I'd prefer not to kill in front of Juudaime." a gravelly voice spoke from behind the weapon. "So I'd appreciate it id you didn't force me to pull the trigger." the voice held the tone of a promise, a promise that Dylan had no doubt the offender would keep no matter what.

Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes, surrendering.

At her side, Tsuna heard Bianchi let out a quiet breath.

One word.

"Hayato..."

The two women looked over the two young men, taking in their appearances, the older of the two practically drinking in the sight of one of them.

Both of them had blood speckled over their clothes and faces, some even splattered over their weaponry of choice, and they looked absolutely murderous where they stood, glaring down at what Tsuna could only guess was the leader of the little group in charge of her kidnapping.

Even though his dominant arm was broken, Yamamoto's swing was apparently still quite strong with just his left. He was glaring down at the man, giving his now injured leg a kick for good measure.

Gokudera, hair ruffled and face morphed in fury as he held Dylan at gunpoint looked nothing like the kind young man that was Tsuna's best friend.

Both of the teenagers were breathing a bit on the heavy side, but neither of them looked at all injured in any shape or form. Well, aside from Yamamoto's cast but that didn't count!

Slowly, Dylan let out a deep breath.

He opened his eyes to glance up at Gokudera.

"How did you find us?"

Surprisingly enough, it was Bianchi who decided to answer his question.

"We snatched her in the middle of training," she stated sounding almost smug about the statement, making the boys turn towards her. "Her tutor must have tracked us down with whatever trace we left behind being fresh."

This surprised Dylan, making him turn his attention towards Tsuna.

"Who is your tutor?" he asked, sounding as though he dreaded to know the answer.

Much to Tsuna's surprise, she saw a smirk spread across Gokudera's face.

"Reborn." was his simple and quick answer.

The result was instantaneous.

Dylan's breath left his throat as his father turned paler than freshly fallen snow, his entire being beginning to tremble from the sheer amount of fear he felt from the name alone.

And he had been one of the people that kidnapped his student…

At Tsuna's side, Bianchi's own face turned a bit pale as well, though to a much lesser extent than the man that had called himself her leader.

She threw a quick glance at the young girl she was still supporting.

"I'm so glad I picked the right side..." she whispered, low enough that Tsuna wasn't able to hear more than her quickened breathing.

"Should've done more research." Gokudera snickered before he brought the but of his gun down to the back of the man's neck, sending him tumbling to the ground.

Seeing that the man's had was now freely bleeding, the young delinquent let out a long irritated sigh, rolling his eyes.

Bending down, he ripped off a piece of the man's own shirt and wrapped it tightly around the bleeding wound, securing it so that it wouldn't fall off at any moment.

Wouldn't want the man to bleed to death, no matter how horrible he'd been.

Slowly, Tsuna dislodged herself from Bianchi's side, standing weakly on her own two feet and stumbling a few steps forward just as her friends turned towards her.

Gokudera broke into a run within seconds, his gun disappearing into his back pocket before he pulled Tsuna into his arms, one arm around her torso, forcing her arms over his shoulders as he practically lifted her off of her ground, tightly hugging her to his body as he let out a long sigh of desperate relief, not caring that he was covered in splattered blood.

"Thank the spirits you're alright," he whispered into her hair, tightening his arms around her even further as she hugged him back, her arms trembling.

Bianchi watched this exchange a few steps behind them, her eyes pinned on her brother's absolutely relieved expression with a pleased smile on her own face.

Gently, Gokudera lowered Tsuna back down to the ground, carefully putting his hands on her upper arms as he softly pushed her away from him, allowing him to get a proper look at her body.

He froze at the sight of her face.

Slowly, he lifted his hand, allowing it to fall on her cheek as he took in the various bruises and cuts that littered what had previously been her flawless features, dried blood, and dirt marring her pale skin along with beads of sweat that really shouldn't belong there.

"How dare those bastards hurt you like this?" he cursed, eyes narrowed, though he didn't take his gaze off of her, looking as though he believed she would vanish from sight should he look somewhere else.

Tsuna just shook her head at his action, lifting her own hand to put it over his, allowing herself to wallow in the sense of being near a person she knew for a fact would never raise a harmful hand against her.

It was a nice feeling.

"I'm fine." she insisted, smiling softly up at him. "I'm just a bit exhausted."

Yamamoto frowned as he walked up to the two of them, moving his bat from his left arm to the right, able to at the very least grip the bat loosely without too much pain.

"Why are you exhausted?" he asked, confused.

"I had to heat the shackles enough to pry them off of my wrists," Tsuna answered, realizing too late that she probably shouldn't have mentioned anything about being shackled to the two young men that had both proven to be somewhat protective of her.

She was right of course as she watched their eyes move down to her wrists.

And there they were, bright red skin surrounded by fresh and well-pronounced bruising and shallow cuts that she was sure would last for several days.

Slowly, Gokudera took her hands into his, lifting them up before the two of them as he studied the thin limbs they were attached to.

Cautiously, he allowed the tip of his thumb to hover over the reddened area, not knowing whether it would be alright to touch or not. He chose to leave her wrists alone, instead, wrapping his fingers around her hands as he let out a low growl in fury.

He turned his attention towards the unconscious man, fully intent on walking over there and beat him up more than was strictly necessary.

Tsuna sighed heavily, knowing very well what her friend was thinking of doing.

With skill that Gokudera himself had taught her, she twisted her hand free from the delinquent's grip, lifting the limb to put her fingers to his chin, turning his face back towards her.

"I'm fine." she insisted, smiling gently at her friend. "I just want to get out of here."

"I agree with that," Yamamoto stated as he walked up to the two, almost completely brushing off Gokudera as he wrapped his broken arm around Tsuna's shoulder, pressing her up against him in a one-armed hug.

She could practically feel the intensity of Gokudera's glare, even though her eyes had shut when Yamamoto pulled her towards him.

"I'm glad you're okay." the athlete breathed, finally letting her go.

Tsuna closed her eyes, mentally debating on whether or not she should just say it right then or wait until later.

She opted for the former.

"I almost wasn't," she said, making the worry return to the boy's faces.

"What do you mean?" Gokudera asked, eyebrows furrowing.

Taking a deep breath, Tsuna turned her eyes towards the ceiling as she formulated the sentence in her mind.

"One of the guys..." she started slowly, feeling her throat clogging up as though physically trying to stop her from bringing the memory to the front of her mind. But she had to do this. She glanced down at her still-open sweated, bringing her hands to reattach the sides to the zipper. "Was a little more… hot-blooded, than the others." as she said this, she self-consciously zipped up her sweater well over her chest, all the way up to her neck.

She was shielding herself, even though that should no longer be needed.

Of course, the boys noticed this action, and they did not like it one bit.

Yamamoto's eyes narrowed, his fingers tightening around the bat. Gokudera's own hands clenching into fists before he reached out, his grip moving to rest on Tsuna's forearms as he manually turned her attention back towards him a growl in his voice as he spoke.

"Where is he?" he asked, sounding as though he was forcing himself not to shout at her. To stay gentle.

Tsuna took a deep breath, slowly allowing herself to meet her friend's gaze.

"In what was my cell," she answered. "Knocked out, bound and gagged."

This made Yamamoto frown, taking a step closer to his fellow classmate and friend.

"If you were shackled..." he started slowly, making the other teens turn towards him. "How did he get like that?"

"He was stopped before he could actually do anything," she answered, putting her hands on Gokudera's upper arms as she could see the silverette just seconds away from exploding in protective anger and she didn't want to know what the could do when his anger took over.

Looking straight into those olive orbs, Tsuna jerked her head over her shoulder towards the woman that had been left practically forgotten.

The boys followed her line of sight, and their eyes landed on Bianchi.

Bianchi… who was looking over their little group with her arms crossed across her chest, eyes glinting with a teasing expression that that was forcing herself to keep contained.

If possible, Yamamoto's eyes narrowed even further, his fingers tightening around the handle of his bat to the point where the material dented under his grip.

He would be able to do real damage to the woman with the thing, his swing had already shattered plenty of knees and arms on the way there, but that didn't mean that he wanted to be forced to swing at Gokudera's older sister even if she'd been one to kidnap his one true friend.

"Yo..." he greeted her slowly, halfheartedly.

"Yo." she greeted right back, though her greeting was a lot more playful and smug, as shown by the smirk playing on her blood-red lips.

Gokudera however, stiffened where he was standing.

Swiftly, he yanked Tsuna behind him, her reflexes forcing her to grab onto the back of his shirt so that she wouldn't fall onto the ground by the force of his pull.

This seemed to go unnoticed by Gokudera, or he simply brushed the reaction off as caused by something entirely different, as he focused all of his attention on his sister, openly giving her the most hateful glare one could ever hope to accomplish.

The woman, however, seemed non-phased by this, instead optioning to smile warmly at him in return.

"Hello brother." she greeted, voice heavy with affection.

This only made Gokudera growl back at her.

"Stay away from Juudaime," he ordered, holding out his arms on either side, preventing the woman to reach Tsuna should she attempt to do so.

But Bianchi just raised an eyebrow at her brother, tilting her head as she took in the scene that played out in front of her.

She took in her brother's protectiveness for the girl, and her smile grew all the kinder.

Tsuna turned her head back and forth between the two siblings, not really knowing what to do in that sort of scenario, and even if she tried to, she didn't know if she would have the energy or even strength to make any form of difference.

Finally, she turned her attention backward, towards the man still knocked out a few feet away from them.

She didn't particularly like how close they still were to them.

Gently, she put her hand on her friend's shoulder, making him snap his attention away from his sister and move it to her instead.

He glanced at her from over the shoulder her hand was resting on.

"Gokudera-kun..." she muttered weakly as she glanced over at the older woman. "Bianchi saved me."

She watched as Gokudera's olive eyes widened at her words.

She threw another glance behind them towards the downed man.

"Can we not fight this moment?" she looked up, right into the one eye she could see from where his head was positioned. "We still need to get out of here."

Gokudera looked between the two females, his mind obviously whirling before he finally relented, letting out a long breath before he reached up his hands. Ruffling his hair in irritation.

Bianchi's eyes widened at the actions.

"I don't like this..." the delinquent grumbled, turning back towards Tsuna. "But I'll go along with it." he watched as Tsuna's face lit up in a pleased smile.

To both Bianchi and Yamamoto, it looked like Tsuna became happy that he was going along with her wish, but Tsuna and Gokudera both knew that she was happy because Gokudera had admitted that he actually didn't want to go along with it.

A groan cut through the air, making the group of four turn towards the bleeding man on the ground.

Dylan was stirring.

Obviously, the hit he had taken hadn't been strong enough to knock him out properly.

Probably some kind of military-grade implant to make sure soldiers didn't remain knocked out for a longer period of time or something like that.

Rolling his eyes, Gokudera fished his gun back out from his pocket, marching up to the man as he started to get up into a sitting position.

The man didn't get the time to even clear his eyes before Gokudera brought down the but of his gun at the back of the head again, sending him once again tumbling to the ground.

Growling, he turned back towards the other three, keeping his gun clutched in his hand as he looked over them.

Deciding that they probably had wasted enough time, Gokudera stalked right up to Tsuna, carefully schooling his expression to a calmer one before he gently took her hand into his, careful not to touch her wrist, scared at not knowing whether or not they would still be warm after what must have been a long term exposure to concentrated Anima.

He shared a look with her, seeing her understanding his hesitance before he turned his attention towards the other two.

"Time to go," he said, voice authoritative.

He shared a look with Tsuna before he gently leads her away, dragging her down the corridor.

The other two followed them, though Bianchi stopped moving shortly after they rounded the corner, staring after the retreating figures.

Remaining a few paces behind the two other teens, Yamamoto threw a guarded look behind him at Bianchi, watching as she furiously blinked away what appeared to be tears that she refused to let fall as she stared at her brother's retreating back.

"Let's go!" he called after her, motioning with his good arm before he too took off after his two friends, not wanting to be left behind in the maze.

Bianchi however, remained standing for a short moment, still staring.

Letting out a long breath, she allowed a smile to spread across her painted lips.

"I'm happy for you, Little brother," she whispered, watching the teenager's backs. "You're finally allowing your heart to heal."

Still smiling, the woman took off after the teenagers, the sound of her heels hitting the concrete ground echoing over the walls.

A/N: Please tell me what you think, thoughts ideas, maybe even theories if you have them I don't know. Whilst this book is finished I'm still working on the sequel and I'm open to ideas so long as they are not shipping related.

Anyway, I have started studying again so I don't know what kind of mood I will be in the future, so far it's been good but I have only had two lessons (the class has been divided into two groups and the classroom hasn't had more than five students in it so far from what I have experienced for maximum safety).

Anyway, until next time.

This has been:

A message from Her Ladyship.