Franz didn't make it to dinner time. The sun set shortly after they made camp and he'd fallen asleep while Beorn began to prepare makeshift fishing lines. Firelight shimmered across the nearby stream where fish darted to the surface for insects and Beorn handed Wren a pole.

"I know Hunters aren't usually patient enough for fishing, but we could use fresh food," Beorn said.

Wren took the long pole and observed the tiny hook at the end as Beorn looked around for a worm to put on it. He showed her how to hook it properly and then how to flick the line out into the stream without getting caught on the low hanging trees.

They sat in silence for a time with the warmth of the fire to their backs. Franz let out a loud snore and rolled to his side. Beorn chuckled at him.

"So, what do you think so far?" he asked.

"It is a little boring, but it's nice to just relax."

"Oh? A Hunter that isn't restless?" he teased.

"I didn't say that. I'm just not restless right now. Sometimes it's hard to imagine that I've only been alive for what… not quite a year? Almost a year?"

"Already?" Beorn let out a low whistle. "Time flies when you're having fun I guess. Means we'll have to have a birthday party for you soon. Do you remember the day you woke?"

"No but I'm sure Kiran does. Birthday party?"

"Well, non-Guardians celebrate the day they were born with a celebration where they exchange gifts. Guardians do something similar, just on the day we first wake. Knowing Sisre, she'll want to go all out for you."

"I'm not sure how I feel about that. It's bad enough when the whole team is the center of attention when we do something big, but being the center of attention all by myself? That doesn't sound like much fun."

"Tell Sisre. She's a good friend, I'm sure she'll listen."

"Yeah I just… if it's something she enjoys doing I don't want to ruin it for her."

Beorn laughed. "Trust me, she has plenty of people to throw parties for."

"Has she ever done one for you and Franz?"

"No. But she also didn't know us very well before Cerulean was formed. She, Rorick, and Aso were a well-known Titan team before Aso died. Franz and I hadn't ever been put with a fireteam full time. We bounced around wherever they needed us. A lot of Warlocks are like that. Hunters too, but you Hunters tend to pack bond, even though you're generally loners by nature."

"How long have you two been around?"

"Almost ten years."

"Didn't you wake up together?"

"We did. Been inseparable ever since."

"How did that happen?"

Beorn shrugged and stared across the water as his line tugged, but the fish decided against it and swam away. "Our Ghosts, Vira and Ziro, are sort of like twins. They had already been close before us they found us and I think they must have searched a long time to find two Guardians to take on together. Not everyone can wield the Light, you know. I never really questioned it. Franz and I were found side by side so I just assumed we were close before we died and we should be close in this life as well. It's not always easy, and we've had our moments I wanted to strangle him, but I can't imagine life without him."

A fish pulled hard on Wren's line and Beorn reached over to help her, snatching the pole back in a quick jerk which he explained was to make sure the fish was hooked properly, then she pulled in it. The thing flopped on the grass beside the stream until Beorn picked it up and put it on a thin rope, the put it back in the water.

"Congrats," he said. "You caught your own dinner."

"Do you have any idea who you were before?" Wren asked as Beorn put another worm on her hook.

"No. Most of us don't. But I know a few Guardians who have unexplained fears or strange nightmares I think might be them remembering how they died."

"How could someone remember that but nothing else?"

"Death is often traumatic. I think perhaps that trauma stays with us in a weird way. I know our first hard death stays with us for a long time."

"Hard death?"

"Like when that Captain ripped your arm off," he said, pointing to her shoulder. "Most of the time death for us is quick. A lot of the time you don't even see it coming. But there are also times when we die and it's slow. Painful. I've noticed you rubbing that shoulder a lot. You know what I mean."

She did. Sometimes she dreamt of it but most of the time it snuck into her thoughts when it made no sense to be there and she did find herself touching her shoulder. The actual memory of the pain was gone, but the memory of the fear remained. The desperation to free herself, the ripping, cracking sound of her shoulder disconnecting from the joint, then being ripped away; those things lingered.

Silence settled between them and for a time it was tense until Wren could push the memories away and focus instead on fishing. Beorn had been right. She didn't have the patience for it and found it mind numbingly boring, but there was a relaxing quality to it, maybe because it was so dull. The bare limbs of trees scraped against one another overhead and the crackling of the fire accompanies the few crickets that dared to sing on such a cold night.

"Do you wonder who you were before?" Wren asked.

"I did in the beginning. I think it's only natural. What about you?"

Wren tapped her toes on the ground and sighed. "Not really. There are times I sit out in my den and wonder. Or like, when I talk to Koro."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"He's so content living in the City. All he wants in a family of his own and to run the ramen shop. Whenever we hang out together, the conversation always goes back to that. I want to tell him how amazing it is outside the Wall, but I know he'd never understand because I know I won't ever understand living my whole life like he wants. I was found out there. We were all found out there right?"

"Most of us, yes. Don't usually get City dwellers turned Guardian."

"I know based on where I was found that I didn't die a pleasant death. I'm sure it was while trying to escape… possibly the Collapse? I'm still hazy on a lot of City history but it looked like I might have been trying to get to safety. Had I survived I might have ended up like Koro in a way. Living my life with other survivors, probably too afraid to go outside of some safe place. Do you think we really end up that different than who we were?"

Beorn mulled it over, pulled in a fish, and sent it back out on the line before settling in beside Wren with an answer. He laid his pole on the ground between them and propped up on his elbow.

"I think that we do carry some initial traits, but I can't say for sure if I think it's part of our past selves. Have you seen a human baby?"

"Just around the City. Never close up or anything."

He nodded. "See, when babies are born, they're pure instinct. They don't know how to communicate verbally; they have no life experiences to shape their reactions. They're blank slates. But that doesn't mean they're born without personalities. Some are quiet and observant, some are happy all the time, some are angry, screaming little things. They weren't resurrected like we were and still they are individuals with personalities that end up growing and changing with the things they experience, good or bad. I think we're the same way. We wake up with a bit of a personality. Bare bones, if you will. Then we're shaped by what happens next."

"When I woke and saw the City for the first time and was sent out on my first mission to find Sisre, Rorick, and Aso, I was overwhelmed. I didn't know if I wanted to be a Guardian at all. And bringing Aso back dead? I became terrified of making friends. Getting close to people I might lose."

"And it snuck up and hit you wit ha frying pan?" He laughed. "A lot of Guardians feel that way when they start out. But camaraderie comes easy when you have to save someone's ass and rely on them to save yours."

Three streaks of light across the sky caught their attention and they watched as the lights grew larger.

"That must be Rorick, Sisre, and Flak," Wren said as another fish caught her line.

"I guess we'll need more of those," Beorn said, motioning toward the fish Wren was pulling in. "I'd say those Titans should catch their own but they'd probably just toss in a grenade or something."

The other half of Cerulean touched down in a field nearby and arrived in camp about ten minutes later to set up their tents and bring in more firewood. Snow flurries had begun to fall soon after and they decided to take the few fish they'd caught and pair it with packaged food from their supplies in order to get some sleep before the snow set in.

As before, Beorn was given first watch. He settled down in front of the fire with a manual about Engrams while the rest of Cerulean piled into their tents. Wren took off enough of her armor to be able to get into her sleeping bag, with the rest nearby in case of an emergency, and pulled the insulated fabric up around her head. Soon it would be warm inside but as she drifted off to sleep, snow falling lightly outside, she remembered the night she'd had to huddle up to Cayde to survive the harsh cold. She curled up a little more into herself, turned her face toward the ground, and fell asleep.

By dawn a fresh dusting of snow had covered the ground and Wren shivered as she pulled on her armor. They ate some prepackaged food for a quick breakfast and broke down their camp, leaving the supplies and a beacon for a team of scouts that would be coming by within the hour to retrieve it.

This was it. They'd have to defeat Skolas today. Time had run out.

Wren was putting on her helmet and pulling up her hood when Petra contacted them over comms. Rorick loaded his new shotgun, auto rifle slung over his back while he spoke with her.

"Guardians," she greeted. "The House of Wolves is on the march. They'd left Earth and are surrounding Vex strongholds across the Ishtar Sink on Venus. Every soldier under Skolas' command is there. He's either gone completely insane, or he's become a tactical genius."

"Here's to hoping it's the former," Sisre said.

"Insane is harder to deal with," Rorick reminded her. "If he has indeed lost it, his tactics will be much more difficult to predict."

"As much as I love fieldwork, this has to end," Petra said. "The closest you can get in a drop off zone is the Ishtar Cliffs and it's swarming with Vex. You'll have to go in ready for a fight."

"We're ready. Let's go Cerulean."

They flew into the Ishtar Cliff and immediately dropped into battle with the Vex. A group of them moved around the drop point on patrol but they were mostly Goblins and easy to take down.

Franz kicked one of the dislodged eyes across the ground where it smacked into a rock and broke. Wren caught up with Sisre, the pair of them slogging through strange colored water to follow Rorick when a voice came over comms.

"I didn't understand that," Rorick said.

"Skolas," Variks said. "He says he is Kell of Kells and all Houses will burn. All will bow before the Wolf banner."

Ahead the way was guarded by a large Minotaur standing atop steps leading to one of the Vex's huge circular archways. Rorick didn't waste time blasting it away with rockets. Sisre didn't stop moving, trusting Rorick to down the Minotaur before she and Wren could reach the stairs.

They ran over the fallen Minotaur, jagged pieces of metal catching the hem of Wren's cloak as she crossed it. At the top of the stairs they slowed and waited for the team, mounting their Sparrows to ride the path that wound to the left, dropping off as a cliff on the right.

Cerulean wound through the pass, shaded by trees that surpassed the height of the canyon. Thick foliage grew near the sides of the canyon floor while the middle was worn from Sparrows passing.

"I'm getting a Fallen comm channel interlaced with Vex coding," Petra said as they dismounted in the area known as the Ruins. "Whatever he's doing, I've never seen anything like it before. He'd mad!"

"That's bad news," Rorick said. "I should tell you, there's a battle going on here already. It seems the Fallen are fighting the Vex and trying to storm the Vault of Glass."

To the left and right natural slopes pressed against the outside of the Ruins, leading up to a Vex Gate leading to the Vault. Headless Praetorians charged toward Captains and Dregs with House of Wolves colors, fighting mercilessly to the very end to protect their Gate.

"Attacking the Vault?" Petra's voice was edged with panic. "What could Skolas—"

Cerulean took the left side slope, ascending toward the Gate when a loud sound like a mirror breaking split the air, sending shivers down Wren's arms.

"They'd cracked the seal to the Vault," Petra said. "Hurry. We have to stop them!"

Sisre found a position on top of a short pillar and set up her sniper rifle while Franz and Beorn took places near her to cover her. Wren picked up her pace to join Rorick as he charged up the hill, surpassing the larger Titan by a few feet.

When she crested the hill she came nearly face to face with a Praetorian who was charging a shot. She gasped and slid between the Minotaur's feet, missing the Void round by mere inches.

Flak wasn't so lucky. He caught the shot in the dead center of his chest and it launched him off the pathway, sprawling to the ground below. Franz laughed and Sisre shushed him, lining up her shot to the Praetorian's head.

Rorick pushed past the Minotaur toward some Fallen Vandals who had decided that fighting the Guardians was more important than the Vex. Wren took a knee where she'd stopped in her slide and opened fire on the Praetorian. It turned on her, then stumbled forward from the force of Sisre's sniper rounds ripping through the metal of its head and shoulders.

Franz and Beorn rushed the slope and helped Wren finish off the Praetorian, then moved toward the next. Franz ran beside Wren, reloading his auto rifle.

"Did you see the way he flipped?" Franz giggled.

"Enough!" Rorick roared and Franz' shoulders dropped.

Flak ran by as a flash of Arc energy, clipping the back of Franz' knee with his fist as he did, sending shockwaves through the Warlock's body. He cried out and hit his knee before rebounding to glide forward to safety behind a rock.

"That son of a –" he raised his gun and Wren put a hand over the barrel, pushing it down and shaking her head in a definite no. He grumbled but put his attention back on the Praetorian that guarded the entrance to the Vault.

Rorick ran up to the Minotaur and unloaded his shotgun into its gut, only retreating when the glass began to shatter and Radiolarian leaked from it.

Sisre finished it off with one sniper round and Cerulean regrouped at the open entrance to the Vault of Glass. Franz threw the auto rifle over his back and began to march up to Flak who stood a little taller, his stance ready for a showdown with the Warlock but Rorick stepped in, putting a palm to Franz' chest to stop him.

"We are a team," Rorick reminded. "If you have a problem, take it out in the Crucible."

"I'll take than pansy Warlock any time, any place," Flak said coolly.

"You sorry sack of dog shit. I swear if I catch you in the Crucible—"

"Good, it's settled. You handle it there, not here," Rorick said and the Hunter and Warlock backed down.

They passed through the triangular door of the Vex gate into a cavern lit from above in a beautiful green glow. Moss, ferns, and other greenery grew on uncut boulders and other natural formations. Ropes of heavy vines hung from the opening in the roof.

To the left a waterfall crashed against the darkened block carved walls typical of Vex architecture that descended into pitch blackness of the crevice.

The right was a path in the cave leading downward but was open in places overhead, allowing sunlight through. Water dripped from overhead and plants thrived here.

Cerulean wound down into the Vault through the caves and shallow pools until they reached a place where the stone turned into blocks of metal intricately carved with seemingly endless squares and rectangles. The ground was uneven and dropped into nothing; an abyss of sickly yellow green fog so thick it was almost like a liquid. Light from below illuminated the fog, but the sources couldn't be detected from above.

The only way they could go was through a doorway made of the same harsh metal blocks as what they were walking on, beyond which turned back into natural caves. The foliage was sparser here than closer to the surface and the sunlight had become sparser.

Darkness began to creep up on Wren and she adjusted the grip on her Better Devils as they progressed into a cavern so large it was like a world of its own. The air grew colder as they neared the ledge, platforms of carved stone below. Tension settled over the team and they were dead silent looking over the edge, the only sound between them was the gentle tinkling sound of Wren's bird charm as it swung from the grip of her hand canon.

"Skolas has give crazy is the good version here," Petra said and Wren jumped.

"Damn she about gave me a heart attack," Franz said, hand on his chest.

"I've seen reports from Prince Uldren's Crows. Reports about the technology of the Vault. Really just… awful stuff. Continue on but be extremely careful."

"Understood," Rorick said, jumping off the cliff and gliding down to the first platform.

They followed the formation of platforms down and around a corner where they hopped and climbed across block cut structures down to an area that protruded from the opposite wall. Four giant pillars rose high overhead and a lowered section in the middle held a glowing golden light.

Fallen Wolves overran the place and made their presence known immediately by swarming the Guardians where they landed. A few well-placed grenades pushed them back but a Servitor was on its way to defend them. While they fought Variks joined the comm channel.

"Bad," he clicked. "Very bad. Wolves are trying to tap Oracles."

"Oracles?"

"Big glowing squares. Guardians must destroy Oracles. Fast."

"You heard him," Rorick said. "Split up and find those Oracles. And stay alert. The Darkness is strong here."

Wren, Rorick, and Sisre headed left while the other three disappeared toward the other side of the area. The first Oracle popped up, materializing in a block of fractalized light. A few shots of the Better Devils and it shattered into sparks while the Titans protected her from attacking Fallen. The Oracle imploded and Variks called another Oracle location.

"We got it," Franz said and gunfire rang out from the other side.

Variks kept calling the Oracles until they were all cleared but they were still under heavy fire by Wolves.

"Great job Variks," Petra said. "Guardians, even better. Clear out the rest of the Wolves."

"Consider it done," Rorick replied.

"Hey, we got some big ass Captains over here," Franz said.

"Take them down."

Franz and Beorn swirled with Void energy as they both unleashed Nova Bombs on the Captains, the rest of the team firing on them as well until at last the Fallen were defeated.

"So, Skolas wanted to use the Oracles as taps into the Vex network. This isn't just a hunt. A Fallen House with Vex technology is a threat to the entire system," Petra said.

"Things simple now, yes?" Variks asked. "We find Skolas and put an end to Kell of Kells. Or Wolves put an end to us."

"You're the tip of the spear in this offensive," Petra said as Cerulean exited the Vault to the plain they'd come from. "Find Skolas and pin him down. I'll be nearby with a capture team of Prince Uldren's Crows."

"Understood," Rorick said, mounting his Sparrow. "Awaiting coordinates."

"Sending now."

Cerulean rode in silence toward the site where Skolas had last been seen. The tension between them was palpable. It wasn't often they had a request to bring in a target alive. For Wren, it complicated things. They'd not be able to come in, Golden Guns, Nova Bombs, and rocket launchers blazing. They'd have to approach the battle with a sense of care they normally didn't bother with.

"Skolas tried and failed to get the other Houses," Petra said. "So what is all of this about with the Vex? Weapons? Outfitting the House of Wolves with Vex instruments of war?"

Water shot out in trails as Cerulean rode across another shallow crevice where a half-dried stream cut through the land.

"If Skolas thinks he is Kell of Prophecy," Variks said, "then weapons could turn the tale."

In the Citadel they dismounted and climbed the Vex structures that spanned the area between canyon walls, to a place in the wall where stairs ascended into unknown territory for the fireteam. Two Praetorians guarded the entrance, patrolling the area, but Rorick led Cerulean around them and up the stairs into dark caves lit by faint blue Vex lights.

"Well, whatever he's up to, I have a bearing on his signal," Petra said. "He's still close but it looks like he might have gone to the top of the tower. Better start climbing, Guardians."

Up they went. Passing over dead Vex that hadn't been able to stand to the might of the Wolves. What few remained the Guardians destroyed as they climbed the interior of what Petra referred to as a tower. In reality the steps were only part of the climb and weren't confined like any man-made building might be. They wound through natural caves and Vex structures, following what appeared to be a natural path into what might have been a mountain of some sort.

"There's a strong distortion in the gravitational field near you," Petra said.

"We see it," Rorick replied, running toward a swirling blue light that went up toward a hole in the ceiling. A Hydra and a few smaller Vex tried to block the path, a last-ditch effort to save what they could, but Cerulean was too strong and the team destroyed the Vex without batting an eye.

Bodies littered the floor near the gravity lift; Vex who couldn't stand against the Fallen that had invaded. Rorick set Brix out to override the lift and soon swirling light became more intense and structured. Wren didn't hesitate any more there than she had jumping into the pit when they faced Crota. Rorick went up first and Wren followed, Sisre right behind her.

"I was House Judgment scribe," Variks explained as Cerulean rose toward the orange sky. "I stood with Skolas through much of the Reef Wars. Now I stand with you in judgment of Wolf Kell. Somehow that feels… right."

They were expelled from the top of the lift and everything looked different than Wren was expecting. What she thought was an orange sky had been the underside of Vex architecture, reflecting lights from below. As far as the eye could see was an expanse with Vex structures floating midair. Some were set in their positions, but others blinked in and out of existence, only allowing a few second before dematerializing again.

In the distance, beyond the disappearing platforms, was the faint silhouette of a Ketch through the fog.

"That's Skolas' Ketch!" Petra said. "This is it, Guardians."

"We're headed across," Rorick said, waiting for the first platform before taking a flying leap for it.

Cerulean stuck close to him, jumping one to the next, trying to hurry before they disappeared. Wren's heart beat hard in her ears and sweat prickled her skin under her armor as the platforms dematerialized moments after her feet left them. The others pulled ahead of her and she thought she was going to plunge to her death. That pushed her onward.

"The Vex tech here matches a signature from the Vault of Glass," Petra said as they passed the midway point. "These machines fade in and out of our timeline. Watch your step."

"How about don't sound so amused," Franz said as he almost missed the next landing. Petra laughed.

"You're getting close. The Crows are incoming."

They finally landed on the final platform, a much larger one that led around to the right, then had a sharp turn toward the Ketch. Wolf Dregs charged them the moment their boots hit the floor.

"What? Guardians, there are dozens of new Wolf signatures," Petra said, "and the number keeps growing. It's the Vex tech!"

"There are more Wolves?" Rorick asked.

"Skolas is pulling all of the House of Wolves through time!"

"That's…. that's bad," Franz said as he hit a Vandal with his melee.

"Hey, get that Captain," Rorick said, motioning to a Captain who had turned to retreat toward the Ketch. Sisre dropped to one knee and took aim. Her sniper round to its back staggered it and she grimaced. "Missin' shots now?"

"Yeah, yeah, can it," she grumbled and took her second shot and the Captain dropped to its knees. Wren rushed in and plunged a dagger into its head.

It became still and Wren yanked the dagger out as Flak and Beorn ran past her, auto rifles tearing into some Vandals and Dregs. Overhead banners that spanned dozens of yards flapped in the wind, making it hard to hear where enemies were coming from.

Wren turned the corner and had to brace herself against the heavy winds that threatened to knock her off the edge. She kept closer to the pillars and it helped some, but running one to the next made her feel like her feet were coming off the floor.

Sisre and Beorn jumped up to the right of a Vex gate to the top of a wall and took aim at enemies lower down. Wren found a spot to brace against as Rorick knelt nearby to load his rocket launcher. Vex gates lined the left and right sides of the final area, with a larger one by itself at the far end. Two Wolf Servitors floated through and Rorick took aim at one.

The first rocket exploded against the one in the front, sending sparks raining down on the other which quickly teleported out of the way. In the gap between the two stepped Skolas from the gate, his voice echoing through the comms.

"Translation?" Rorick asked as he loaded a new rocket, he and Wren running left to escape a Void blast from the Servitor he'd shot. The other was focused on Sisre and Beorn who were shooting from overhead with scouts and snipers.

"He said, "I stole the gift of freedom. Secrets of time and space. House of Wolves will stand forever."," Variks clicked.

Flak crackled with Arc energy as he raced in, slashing wildly at Skolas who roared and stopped the floor. A shock wave knocked Flak back and he rolled to recover but Skolas shot at him with his Shrapnel Launcher. Shreds of metal tore into Flak and he cried out in pain, Arc energy releasing in bolts around him. He tried again to lunge at Skolas but the Kell grabbed him out of the air by his throat and clutched tight, roaring in Flak's face despite the Arc bolts that shocked his arm and chest.

Franz used this distraction to launch Nova Bombs at Skolas' back as he had manage to get behind him when Rorick's rockets finally took down the first Servitor. Overhead the Ketch took off and Skolas stumbled forward, dropping Flak who gasped and clutched at his throat as he dragged himself to safety. Arc energy splashed around Skolas as he whipped around with his Shrapnel Launcher to find the source of his pain.

"He has nowhere to run! Take him down," Petra demanded, her excitement and tension coming through loud and clear. Wren could practically hear that she was at the edge of her seat.

"Slam him," Rorick said to Sisre and the pair of them sparked with Arc energy.

Sisre left her sniper in position and dropped from above to Skolas' back, slamming her fists right behind his skull, between the horns that curved away from his shoulders. He dropped to one knee and she kept pummeling him as Rorick ran in to help, uppercutting the Kell so hard he fell backward to the ground.

Wren jumped in to help, firing the Better Devils at a closer range into the Kell's chest plate which was beginning to crack. He used his momentum to roll out of the line of fire and raised the Shrapnel Launcher to fire in Wren's direction. She dodged to the side but the shrapnel caught her in the hip and sent her sprawling in a barrel roll off the edge of the platform.

Blood poured from her wounds which burned like fire all around her hip and thigh where the shrapnel had lodged. She barely gripped the edge, her Better Devils teetering nearby. She held her breath as it tipped and fell. She grabbed it with her right hand but she couldn't hold on and she slipped.

"Woah!" Beorn yelled, catching her wrist. He was hanging half over the edge, yellow eyes wide. He helped her up over the edge and covered her while Kiran healed her. "Take your time. We've almost got him."

Before Kiran could finish Wren was back on her feet, limping heavily to join her fireteam. She wasn't about to be down and out at the end of this fight. Cerulean had pushed Skolas back around the corner and Rorick was on him again, he and Sisre both forcing the much larger Kell to his knees, then to his belly.

"Get away," someone said over comms and after an instant's hesitation, Cerulean backed up, guns still drawn on the Kell. Red light surrounded Skolas and crackled across his skin.

"The House of Wolves is broken," Petra exclaimed. "Standby for transmission."

"This is Mara Sov, Queen of the Awoken. Guardians, when you came to me seeking the Black Garden, I saw you as only a Mote of Light, too far from its Traveler. I see now that I was wrong. Accept my thanks and the promise of a fitting reward."

Skolas' body began to rise into the air and then disappeared into red light.

"Petra," Mara said, "bring Skolas to me."

"Capture confirmed," Petra replied. "I almost feel sorry for Skolas here. Conversations with the Queen can be… harsh. Anyway, return to the Reef for your reward. I look forward to seeing you again."

Wren holstered her Better Devils and snapped it securely in place. She'd almost lost it and it shook her more than she'd expected it to. She wrapped the little chain from the bird charm around her finger, keeping it tight until she was in her ship and safe. One more stop, the home.