Let's not linger here too long, I get it, you all want to know one thing...

Will he flip or not?

(Also I am doing better, after over 2 weeks of quarantine we are allowed and able to go outside again! Also got my sense of smell back.)

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Enjoy this chapter!

This was even worse than the time when he'd fallen asleep with her in his arms. Back then, he thought it to be nothing more than a dream. A dream that had turned out to be very real. Had she not woken him back then, there was no telling what might have happened. In the end he paid for that stunt anyway.

Actually even before then, by not stopping when he should have. When he'd seen the mark Stoker had placed on Izzy's neck, that was the exact moment he should have backed down. But he hadn't.

Instead he'd gone through with his pursuit. With his need to fulfil a desire, a biological urge, a demand from deep within. In doing so he challenged his former mentor and activated a primal need their species had. Mate guarding.

A fight for a female's affection. Stoker attacked him, more than willing to engage and beat his younger bro to a pulp. But things had not gone as planned, for the older mouse had lost the fight.

As far as rules went, Izzy was the one who held the decision and she quite rapidly declined Throttle as the winner and chose Stoker as her champion. The only problem this brought with, unbeknownst to Izzy, was that it wasn't as easy as it sounded.

The tanned mouse could not switch off what had happened. He couldn't deny the fact he had come out victorious and thus had the right to make his own claim.

But this wasn't just any regular mouse. This was Throttle. A biker mice from Mars. A leader. A rebel. A fighter. No matter how much his mind screamed internally, he wanted to respect Izzy's decision and take a step back.

He had tried to fight it ever since and he'd succeeded on multiple occasions. But one could only do so for so long. Sooner or later the pressure was going to get to him and rip apart the thread holding his control together.

And now here he was.

Throttle knew this was the moment he'd been dreading. Not because he didn't want the woman who was now clinging to his arm, but because this wasn't who he was. If he was going to have her, it wouldn't be because of some stupid biological reaction his species was cursed and blessed with.

With each passing second he felt the rope slowly breaking apart. As if somebody was holding a candle a couple of inches underneath it and its flame was steadily burning the fibres away.

The longer she was standing this close to him, the more dire the situation would become. This was going to be an endless cycle unless he did something about it.

Her touch created what felt like a trail of warm kisses travelling through his fur and down his arm, until it reached the tip of his fingers. A sheer veil of shimmering gold fell over his eyes and entered his nose as he inhaled deeply.

His skin tingled, followed by an intense shiver going through his body from top to bottom. A faint whisper echoed in the back of his head and it took him a few seconds to realize that the sound was that of Izzy. She was talking to him. Inviting and affectionately. But at first, he couldn't make heads or tails of it.

"Throttle?"

As it turned out, she'd apparently been saying his name over and over again. It was a funny sound, as her accent caused certain consonants to sound more stressed.

"Are you feeling alright? Do you need to sit down?"

By now she had placed both of her hands on either of his arms and rubbed her thumb through his fur in a soothing manner. As soon as that realization hit him, the tanned mouse's legs finally gave away and he landed on his knees in front of her.

"Oh God, Throttle?!"

She was probably under the impression that he was having some sort of fit or shock. The sound of worry in her voice was one he hadn't really heard before. Although it was a rather accurate way to describe what was going on with him.

There were numerous thoughts currently going through his head. Some good, some bad, some unspeakable and some downright wrong. Throttle took a deep shuddering breath and pressed his forehead against Izzy's stomach.

Now that she was no longer holding him, he was free to move as he pleased and he encircled his arms around her. This way she couldn't walk away, but to him it felt more like hanging on to a lifebelt. If he held on tight, he could stop himself from sinking or worse, drowning.

"Throttle, what's wrong? You're frighting me." And she wasn't lying, he could sense it. She was afraid, but more so for the state he was in than fear for herself.

"I can't,-" He breathed. "I can't do this anymore."

Izzy furrowed her brow as he spoke, confused by not only his words but also what he was doing. His arms wrapped around her, his face pressing into her stomach as he sat there on his knees.

"What are you on about? Can't do what?" She asked.

Throttle didn't dare to move and tilt his head back to look at her. One look into her blue eyes, even in this dimmed part of the spacecraft, would be enough to push him over.

Instead he stayed where he was. Eyes closed, head resting against that soft part of her body. He could feel the warmth through the fabric of her clothes and hear the steady beat of her heart in the distance.

He was thankful for that. Thankful for her calmness, despite her being worried with the situation they were in.

"Remember when Stoker and I had that fight and what the reason behind it was?"

Izzy didn't reply immediately. Shifting her weight from one leg to the other, her own arms still hovering midway in the air, unsure of where to put them. But her silence wasn't because she had forgotten the reason, of course she knew what he was referring to.

The whole thing had left quite an impression on her, how could she not remember? One thing was certain, she honestly did not think the topic would ever be mentioned again. Especially now.

"Of course I remember. But what does that have got to do with anything?"

"Everything,-" Throttle replied with a sigh. "It has to do with everything."

The woman frowned, feeling puzzled by all of this. His reaction, his words, the way he was slightly trembling as he leaned against her.

Why would he bring up the time he and Stoker had fought? What did that have to do with the fact that Throttle didn't want her to go to Mars? Or that he was currently clinging onto her like a scared kitten.

One thing was sure, Throttle wasn't acting like himself. The strong tan furred mouse who kept his cool during trouble. The one who the others looked to for advice, except for Stoker but he never looked to anyone for guidance.

According to Charley, Throttle was always the calm and collected one. The mouse who never panicked. But right this moment Izzy wondered if her sister-in-law was talking about the same guy. Because the one holding her was anything but composed.

"I don't understand what you're saying, Throttle." She said.

The mouse was talking in riddles and he knew it, but saying the actual words, to reveal his actual thoughts and feelings, it was more difficult than he thought it would be.

He'd rather have Izzy figure it out herself instead of having to say it. But he also knew that the longer he stalled, the less time he'd actually have to talk to her about it. Because who knew when the others were to show up and interrupt them?

It was now or never.

"Stoker was right." Throttle began. "About me,- about the reason behind our fight."

A lump formed in his throat and his entire body started to tingle. Tiny electric currents crossing their way through every hair follicle. He swallowed and balled his hands into fists behind Izzy's back.

"I've fallen for you, Izzy. I have for a while and I've been wanting to tell you. But you picked Stoker over me and I,-" His voice crack slightly.

Why was this so difficult to get out? He never had problems before when trying to express whatever he wanted to say, only now his mind was all over the place. His head bobbed slightly as Izzy's stomach moved from inhaling deeply followed by a long exhale.

The truth was out now. There was no telling what was going to happen next. Aside from the fact there was probably more than one person out there willing to kick his butt all the way to Pluto.

Somewhere in Chicago

The air had cleared around them and not just literally. The sky had been grey and gloomy ever since they left the scoreboard, but it seemed to have cleared up during their talk at the lake. And what a conversation that had been.

Modo couldn't recall the last time him and Vinnie had had such an open talk with each other. At least not regarding the subject of love. He felt a whole lot better now compared to the last couple of days.

He could only hope that Vinnie felt the same way. Harley was a sensitive topic, it had always been since her abduction. It had been such a long time since they last saw her. All the hope they ever had of finding her was long gone. But a part of him wondered if his youngest bro had lost that hope too.

In any case, it was clear now that he accepted Modo and Charley as a couple, despite still finding it difficult to see the two of them together. Hopefully, things were going to be different from now on.

Back to how it was. For real this time. No more facade, no more pretend. True camaraderie and friendship amongst Martian bros. Which reminded him. Vinnie said that Throttle was out getting dogs and rootbeer for him and Stoker.

If he hurried, he could pick up Charley from the Last Chance Garage, take her to the scoreboard and then the six of them could have a nice relaxing afternoon. Something they used to do all the time. Although that had been with four of them. Not six.

Though that day might come sooner than later. Any day now Stoker would return to Mars and he had a hunch that his former coach was planning on taking Izzy with him.

Modo was already dreading the day that was going to happen. Because he was also convinced there was a certain female mechanic not willing to let her sister-in-law fly off to another planet.

"How's about we stop by the garage, pick up Charley and have some lunch at the scoreboard today?" The grey mouse said through his helmet's communicator.

"Ey, who am I to say no to lunch? Especially since I didn't pay for it." Vinnie replied with a grin visible in his voice. "You'd better hurry though, can't promise you they'll be much left if you take too long with getting Charley-girl."

"Is that a hint that you want me to take a detour and buy more dogs?" Modo glanced over his shoulder at his bro riding next to him.

"Well, I wouldn't call it a hint, Modo. Geez,-"

The tallest mouse let out a loud laugh. Yeah, it was safe to say that he felt good about today. Even better once he was back with Charley and he would be able to tell her about the talk he and Vinnie had at the lake.

His attention was suddenly drawn to a blinking light appearing on his visor. It was an incoming call from Stoker's bike. That was weird. Why would coach be calling him? Slowing down, he pressed the side of his helmet and Stoker's voice echoed in his mind.

"Hello Rookies, you boys about done with your conversation?" The older mouse spoke.

"All done, Stoke. Currently on my way to retrieve Charley-girl from the garage. Bring her with for some hotdogs at the scoreboard."

"Already taken care of that for you, Modo. Got her right here with me. She found that microfilm thing in her brother's bike, but we need the ship to figure out what's on it. We're heading to the scoreboard as we speak."

Modo leaned forward and pressed the button next to the radar on his bike. A small green light appeared on the circular screen, indicating that Stoker and Charley were only two blocks away.

"Alright, right behind you. We'll meet up at the scoreboard. Vinnie and Modo out."

Vinnie appeared in his line of sight and the white mouse shook his head. "Just when you think things are finally starting to go back to normal."

"Let's hope it's nothing." Modo replied with a low grumble in his throat.

"Oh please, when is it ever? And I don't know about you, but I could do with some action again." He grinned. "After lunch, of course."

The Scoreboard

A gentle pressure fell on his shoulders. Her touch was so warm and once again he inhaled her sweet scent intensely. There had been a silence hanging inside the vessel for a couple of seconds but they felt more like minutes.

He'd spilled the beans. The truth was out. He'd told Izzy that which the others already knew, all except for Charley of course. The honey haired woman hadn't replied yet and Throttle couldn't tell how she'd responded for his face was still pressed against her lower body.

Did it come as a surprise or did some part of her already know that he was captivated by her? She didn't seem to believe so back when Stoker told her about it after he'd explained their Martian customs.

"Are you sure?" Izzy finally said and Throttle's ears perked up. This time he did tilt his head back, confused and surprised at what she'd just said.

"What?"

"Are you sure that you like me?" She continued. "I mean, it's not uncommon to mistake certain feelings for something else."

Throttle stared at her and blinked a few times. It sounded as if she was dismissing his feelings already. As if she believed that he was mistaken on how he felt about her. It was the same as that day, when she also sceptical about it.

"I mean, we've experienced a lot in the short amount of time. You were in that accident, I helped patch you up. You comforted me when I was hurt. I probably leaned a bit too much on you during that time,-"

Now she was even coming up with reasons and examples. Logical explanations that would clarify why he felt drawn to her, but actually wasn't. That he liked and cared for her as a friend, nothing more and nothing less. And she didn't stop there.

"I probably gave you the wrong impression. I tend to do that you know. It was my job after all at Dreamland,-"

With a jolt, Throttle suddenly jumped up and placed his hands on Izzy's shoulders this time. He wasn't going to listen to her and this path of self blaming she was currently treading towards.

Her luring him? That was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard and he wasn't having it. Yes, she was a very attractive woman. And yes, the tape he kept hidden from everyone had shown him a tantalizing side of her that he was more than willing to explore.

But he wasn't going to listen to her trying to convince him that his feelings were fake or that she was to blame for them being there in the first place. He wanted her to understand what was happening to him, no matter how difficult that was going to be because she wasn't from their planet.

"Now you listen to me, Izzy." He told her firmly. "You,- you are the first thing that is on my mind when I wake up in the morning and the last thing when I go to sleep at night."

"Even before Stoker placed his mark on you, I felt drawn to you. That night when I met you for the first time under the pier, I had no idea this was how I was going to feel about you. You remember that night?"

Izzy's mouth was pressed in a tight line, but she nodded nonetheless. That was the same day she saw Charley's friends for what they truly were. Aliens from outer space.

Throttle had met her by accident. Out in the open. He thought she'd been planning on hurting herself. Drown herself. Which hadn't been her intention, of course. But Throttle had no idea about that. He was just being his valiant self back then.

"I kept telling myself that I was just intrigued by you, because of the way you carried yourself. The way you managed to hold your head up high after everything that happened to you. A strong, powerful and independent woman. That was all."

He paused and moved both his hands, raised them to cup her face.

"But now,- I look at you and I,- I can't help it. I know I shouldn't feel like this. But I can't shut it down, it won't go away. And I have tried. Please, believe me, I have tried. I don't know what to do,-"

Izzy couldn't tell because Throttle's eyes were hidden behind his specs, but they were glistening. He felt lost and confused, but at the same time determined to prove to her that she meant something more to him.

"When I beat Stoker in that fight, I ain't sure what it was that I was expecting to happen. Honestly, after you made it perfectly clear how you felt about it, I figured that was it. That was going to help me get over you."

His heart was about ready to pound out of his chest and he could hear Izzy's beat almost as quickly as his. Goddess, this was difficult. Even more than fighting Plutarkians.

He couldn't let go of her face and she didn't make any gesture suggesting that she wanted him to. All she did was listen to him quietly, but he wasn't sure what else he could tell her to make her realize what he was going through.

"But I didn't get over it and now I've got this feeling that won't subside." He took a deep breath in.

"I can't get you out of my head, babe. I know I should. But I don't know what to do and it,- it just hurts."

Moving his thumb gently across her jawline, down her scar, Throttle leaned in closer. He had to feel her. Just once, if only for a few seconds.

It was then Izzy raised her hands and grabbed hold of his. He stopped and opened his eyes to look at her.

Even within the orangey glow inside the spaceship, he could see her bright blue eyes perfectly. She didn't look angry or scared. Her cheeks were flushed and her mouth slightly agape.

"It's okay." She then said as she lowered their hands. Throttle retracted and cocked his head, feeling even more confused than he did earlier.

"These things happen. And it can be disconcerting and painful when certain feelings are not returned. It happens to all of us at least once in a lifetime." Izzy gave him a swift smile before continuing.

"I understand you guys experience things differently than Earthlings do. More intense. So, I don't know what I can do or say in order to make you feel better or normal again."

Throttle detected a small hint of nervousness in her voice as she said those words but remained quiet to let her speak.

"But you know I love Stoker. I'm not saying this to hurt you, Throttle. That is the truth." Izzy sighed and clasped her hands even tighter around his. "I don't want to be the reason for your pain."

Tilting her head back, she stared warmly at him and once again he felt his blood rushing through his veins. "Besides, I am not what you truly need. We both know that."

Her words hit him hard. All of them. Despite already having anticipated the possible outcome, and even though they were exactly what he needed to hear, it still hurt.

It didn't matter what she said to him. He felt stuck all the same in this cycle of wanting and needing and not being able to get it. It was like having an addiction. Even if you managed to stay sober for years, there was always the danger of falling right back in.

"You don't understand, beautiful. The way my senses react or what goes through my mind when I see you. When I smell you,-" He pulled his hands out of her grasp and placed them behind her neck. "I don't want to lose control and I feel myself slipping more each day..."

She shivered beneath his touch, but he couldn't tell what the reason for that was. All he saw was her. Her soft features, her sparkling gaze and her well-defined lips which she licked nervously.

Unbeknownst to Throttle, this wasn't unknown territory for Izzy. She'd dealt with situations like this before, only they never were with another species. The woman knew she would probably never be able to fully understand what the mouse in front of her was experiencing.

But panicking wasn't going to do her any good. Besides, deep down she knew he was a good man. If something happened, he would probably hate himself more for it than she would. He was already pulling her closer, ready to capture her mouth with his as he had tried earlier.

"Throttle, look at me. You won't lose control. Because I now know how you feel, which means I am prepared to stop you if necessary. You are a good person. And besides, there is a beautiful woman waiting for you back on Mars. Carbine, right?"

Carbine. A name he wasn't expecting to hear, least of all coming from Izzy. The tanned mouse dropped his hold on her neck and settled them a bit lower, near her collarbone. Had he heard her correctly?

"What?"

"General Carbine? I spoke to her earlier on the screen." She turned her head and nodded towards the front of the ship. "She was looking for Stoker. I told her I'd let him know the moment he got back. We talked a little more after that. About you as well."

Throttle wasn't sure if she was changing the subject on purpose, but it didn't matter. Carbine and her had talked. Not only that, he had been a topic of conversation apparently. He suddenly felt incredibly tense and anxious.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered and he meant it, though he wasn't sure who he was saying sorry to.

Izzy shook her head and stepped closer to him.

"Don't be, Throttle. I'm glad you told me. As far as I can tell you behaved honourable. There's not a lot of men who are able to do so."

Throttle winced as she said that. He had behaved anything but respectable. He'd entered her mind twice without permission. He'd neglected the mark placed by Stoker, though that matter was also debatable seeing as Stoker had no right to have marked her in the first place. At least in his opinion.

Not to mention he was already involved with somebody else and even though that relationship was anything but steady at the moment, it was no reason to act on his emotions, no matter how much her presence blinded him.

"It'll be alright in the end. You'll see." He heard her say.

She was so kind to him. Even after telling her everything. That she was on his mind almost all the time. That he wanted her. That her not choosing him ached his heart. He had even tried to kiss her, twice.

But that hadn't fazed her one bit. She could have hit him for trying to pull that little stunt, but she hadn't. She listened to him, she talked to him in a rational manner. A part of him wondered what would have happened if he had managed to touch her.

There was also still the matter of her wanting to go to Mars. Something he was set on not letting happen. But how much leverage did he really have regarding that decision? For now it was best to let it go. As was the two of them standing there.

He had told her what he wanted and they talked about it. Nevertheless, her scent was there taunting him and his senses even now. There wasn't a single thing he could change about that for the time being.

"Izzy, I,- thank you. For hearing me out and not kicking my tail." It wasn't what he wanted to say, not really. But their talk had come to an end and he did feel a little bit more in control compared to start of their conversation.

The woman nodded and stepped away from him. "The others are probably almost here. Perhaps it's best you get ready to greet them, while I put this box back where you found it?"

It sounded like a question, but Throttle knew it was actually a demand. He followed her example and walked away. While Izzy picked up the box from the floor, the one with the vials and bags filled with seed like objects, he made his way out of the spaceship.

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They were the first to arrive, with Vinnie and Modo only a couple of minutes behind them. But Stoker and Charley weren't the only ones at the hideout. Of course he already knew Izzy was there. But it would seem she was no longer alone.

The first thing he noticed the minute they arrived at the scoreboard, was another bike standing there. Throttle's. Stoker hadn't been gone that long. But it was enough time for Throttle to return before he had. How long the other mouse had been back, he didn't know.

Immediately he was hit with a sense of worry and the need to get inside as quickly as possible, pushed him forward. He jumped off the bike, leaving Charley behind with the bag Izzy had requested him to pick up.

The mouse ran as fast as he could, up the stairs, through the door and stopped for a second to let his eyes roam around the room. Everything seemed quiet and there was no sign of Izzy or Throttle.

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, an eerie feeling falling over him. Things had been quiet the last week, but that didn't mean the older mouse let his attention falter when it came to keeping an eye on his younger bro.

After all, he'd seen it happen before on Mars. Not every mouse, whose affection was declined by another, could handle being rejected. And even if he did trust Throttle with most things, when it came to his mate, Stoker didn't take any risks.

It was apparent that Izzy nor Throttle were in the main area, which meant there was only one place for him to check. The spaceship. As he ran once again, the sheet hanging above the vessel's entrance moved, and Stoker skidded to a halt.

Crossing his arms, he quickly leaned against the aircraft's frame, making it seem as if he'd already been standing there for at least a few seconds.

It would appear he was right on time as the person stepping out was none other than Throttle. He didn't even need to guess anymore whether or not Izzy was inside. Stoker was certain that she was and his fur raised slightly at the thought of what might have happened while he was gone.

As soon as Throttle stepped over the threshold, the tanned mouse immediately froze. Slowly turning his head, he locked eyes with Stoker whose metal tail was flicking in an agitated manner.

"Hello, Rookie. Didn't scare you there, did I?" Stoker narrowed his eyes slightly as he stared at the tanned mouse.

He had no idea how long his former coach had been standing there, but he was clearly taken back by his sudden appearance. Even more so because he had never even heard the older mouse approach them.

"No. You surprised me, that's all." Throttle replied shortly before clearing his throat and scratching the back of his head nervously.

There was no way Throttle was going to give the other mouse the satisfaction that he had in fact managed to scare him. But he was mostly angry with himself, apparently the whole situation with Izzy had caused his alertness regarding his surroundings to slip up.

Stoker shrugged. "If you say so."

Uncrossing his arms, the hazel mouse stepped aside and made his way to the entrance of the craft. But just as he passed Throttle, he stopped.

"If I find her in any kind of distress or state that I'm unhappy with,- you better watch your back, boy."

Stoker didn't look at him as he spoke, staring straight ahead instead. But his tone of voice said it all. The message was clear. Without waiting for a sign of acknowledgement, he finally made his way into the ship.

It was dark and awfully quiet inside, but he knew she was there. Aside from her scent filling the entirety of the vessel, he could feel her in his mind. It didn't take long for Stoker to find her.

Part of her upper body was hidden in an opening underneath the controls, her long legs moved about as she was trying to get further into the compartment. He exhaled with relief and he lowered himself next to her.

It would appear she was fine, there was no sign of discomfort coming from her as far as he could tell. Izzy...

A loud thunk erupted from behind the panel, followed by an. "Ouch!" coming from the woman. Stoker grimaced slightly and moved closer to help, grabbing hold of her waist to pull her back.

"Sorry, gorgeous." He apologized as Izzy appeared. Her hair was a bit tussled and her cheeks red.

A chuckle escaped him and he gently swept her honey coloured tresses out of her face. "You okay there?"

"I am now." She replied leaning into his touch as he rested his hand against the side of her head.

He didn't notice it a second ago, but now that he saw her face and heard her voice, it was clear his gut feeling had been right. Something had happened, and it smelled like a certain tan furred mouse.

Clenching his jaw, Stoker pulled her against his chest and placed his arms around her tightly. "What happened?"

Nothing. "Nothing..." Her voice echoed in his head and he closed his eyes, resting his chin on top of her head.

"Don't lie to me." He sighed.

Izzy stirred slightly. "We talked."

That was obvious enough and that wasn't the thing Stoker was concerned about. He'd touched her. He could sense the traces of Throttle's scent on her on various places. Some too close for Stoker's comfort.

"And?"

"You were right about him."

Normally it would please him immensely to hear people tell him that, but in this case it didn't provide him with a feeling of pride. Especially considering the situation and the person involved.

Stoker moved back and lowered his eyes to look at her. He studied her facial features for a few seconds, trying to see if one of his fears had come true. His gaze rested on her lips, but there was nothing there.

"I think I got through to him." She said softly and Stoker nodded.

"Good." He swallowed the lump which had formed in his throat. "Told him I'd kick his ass?"

A smile appeared on Izzy's face. "No."

"Bummer."

"I mentioned Carbine."

He frowned at her with genuine surprise. That was something he had not been expecting to hear. "Well,- that ought to do it."

But as he said that Izzy's expression suddenly turned grim. "Throttle did make me realize one thing."

Stoker blinked at her. He didn't like the sound of that. "Which is?"

"How painful feelings can be. How they can actually tear you up on the inside." She replied and her breath shuddered. "How do you manage it?"

This was a difficult subject. Stoker had been on both ends of it all when it came to love. He'd been rejected and lost someone to another. But now, he had fallen so deeply in love with someone who was his match in every way. And he was planning on staying there forever.

"I don't think I can answer that question, my heart. We just do." Removing his arm from around her body, he placed his palm against the back of her head.

"But it's not all bad, remember?"

With a slight tug he pulled her closer and touched the top of her head with his antennas, sending her as much of his love as he could. A shiver ran through her and a gasp escaped her throat.

Stoker's mouth formed a grin as he inhaled deeply, sending a tingling sensation through his own body. "See?"

"You always know just what to say, don't you?" Izzy chuckled lightly.

"Mmm, or do." He leaned forward and hovered near her lips for a few seconds. Smiling mischievously as she groaned with slight frustration, before slanting his mouth over hers.

I sincerely hope you all enjoyed that...

We're nearing the end though,- sequel is already being written...

I wrote, deleted and rewrote this chapter a lot of time, but I really wanted the trouble Martians have with experiencing things more intensely to shine through...

I hope that came across.

Please, let me know what you think.

Next chapter everyone will be together again and we will see what is on that blasted microfilm.