V weaved between the nomads, snagging a beer, and a bit of food as she did. The food disappeared quickly into her stomach, which left her nursing the beer as she looked for Harry. She found him standing with his back to a fire, the kids of the camp surrounding him in a semi-circle as he told them a story. He used his entire body as he spun his tale, gesturing with his hands, and crouching down to fully enrapture his audience.

V smiled as she took a seat on the bench nearby to listen to Harry's tale. She wasn't sure why a golden egg would be important but out flying a dragon sounded rather impressive to her. Granted V had no frame of reference for what wizards considered impressive. But the way the kids seemed to hang off of every word probably meant that it was. Either that or Harry was just that good a storyteller.

"Alright you lot, that's all I got I'm afraid," Harry called out once he had finished. The kids groaned, some of them calling out for more stories. "Nope, your caretakers are probably looking for you, and I have to talk to Miss V here."

As one the kids turned their heads to look at V, causing her heart rate to spike just a little. Before they could attack, Cynthia and a few other adults appeared, herding the kids back in the Menagerie's direction. They groaned and complained, but still followed leaving V and Harry alone.

Harry broke the silence first, "How're you feeling?"

"Fine, mostly," V grimaced and shook her head. "Head's still a bit… fuzzy but I suppose that's to be expected. Did you get Hellman?"

Harry considered her for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face. He nodded, "Yeah, we got him. He's being held in a hotel not far from here."

"You talk to him at all yet?"

"Not a lot" Harry ran a hand through his hair, causing it to stick up more at the front. "Figured since we'll probably be asking a lot of the same questions, I would wait for you."

"Thanks," V stuffed her hand into the pockets of her jacket. "Should probably head out then. Would like to get this done."

"Of course," Harry's grin had crept back onto his face. "My bike's just this way, we can ride together."

They fell into step together as they made their way through the camp. "Don't know if I'd be up for a ride yet," V said, "At least not by myself. Still a bit unsteady."

Harry glanced over at her, "You seem fine right now."

"Mostly am, just have moments," V smirked at Harry. "So, that story about the dragon. How much of that is true?"

"All of it. Was entered into a tournament when I was fourteen," Harry had stuck his hand into his pockets again, a vacant expression on his face. "The first task was to steal a golden egg from a dragon."

"That seems a bit… shitty to send a kid after a dragon. Unless dragons aren't as dangerous as what I'm thinking."

Harry laughed, "No, dragons are every bit as dangerous as you're thinking. The tournament had been age-restricted, but someone put my name in, and made it so I would be chosen."

V raised an eyebrow, "Were they trying to get you killed?"

"Yes and no," Harry said with a shrug. "Really, they were trying to make sure I got to the end of the tournament so I could touch a portkey that would send me to a ritual to raise a dark wizard from the dead. The wizard would have killed me then."

V's brain screeched to a halt. Of all the things she had suspected Harry would say, that had not been one of them. Her mouth opened and closed several times as she tried to come up with something to say. Harry seemed quite fine with letting her brain restart as he started whistling a rather melancholy tune as they continued their walk through the camp.

"What the fuck?" V said once she had found her voice again. "That's fucked up."

"Yeah, it was. But that was my life back then." The resignation in Harry's voice reminded V of the few times she had run across one of the older solo mercs. The ones that survived into their forties. The ones who had seen all the nightmares that Night City offered.

It wasn't a tone she would have expected from Harry. Though the more she learned about him, the more she realized just how experienced he was. He hardly showed it, not from the limited time V had been in his company.

"I got my first car when I was fourteen," V offered, figuring since Harry had shared a bit of his past with her, she should do the same. "That sounds incredibly lame when put up against fighting dragons."

"It sounds normal, which is good," Harry's grin was back. "Believe me, I would have given anything to have that kind of normalcy in my life back then. Closest I can get was when I got my first broom."

V's face scrunched as she tried to process that, "Sorry, did you say you got a broom? Why is that like a car?"

"I did say I was a broom riding wizard."

"I mean, I kinda thought you were joking," V shrugged, "Plus I had other things on my mind then."

"Well, I'll just have to take you on a broom ride someday then," Harry said as they reached his bike, "For now this will have to do."

Again, V's eyebrow raised, "I've been on a bike before. In fact, I'm pretty sure mine is somewhere around here."

Harry shook his head as he swung a leg over his bike and settled onto the seat, "Just get on. I promise you won't regret it."

V rolled her eyes, though she still settled on the spot behind Harry. She wrapped her arms around him, using him as an anchor since the old bike didn't have any other handholds for a second person. The bike rumbled to life, the twin cylinders popping out an uneven rhythm.

Harry shot a glance at V over his shoulder, "You may want to hold on tighter than that."

"I think I'll be fine, magic man."

"Suit yourself," With that, Harry popped the clutch, causing the back tire to spin in the gravel. The bike shot forward as V laughed.

"Really? that's all? Gonna have to try harder than that."

"I did warn you," The engine roared as Harry pushed it to go faster. However, instead of following the dirt road that wound down through the smaller hills, he headed right for the cliff.

"Harry."

The edge of the cliff got closer.

"Harry!"

V contemplated hitting him, if only to get him to pay attention.

"HARRY!"

They flew off the cliff, V clutching onto Harry with a death grip, eyes closed as she waited for the inevitable drop.

It never came.

V's eyes opened, squinting against the wind as she tried to see what was happening. The desert landscape raced past far below them. There was nothing between them and the ground, and the bike showed no signs of wanting to meet it soon. They were gaining altitude; the camp getting smaller as Harry brought the bike higher into the air.

V could feel Harry's body shake as he held back laughter. She swatted his side, "The fuck was that about?"

Peals of laughter escaped Harry's mouth, "That was brilliant."

V huffed, and went back to holding onto him, "Some warning would be nice before you go off and do crazy shit like this."

"But then I'd miss that wonderful face you make."

V swatted him again, only succeeding in drawing out more laughter, "You're an ass sometimes, you know that?"

Now that V knew she wasn't going to die a fiery death, she lifted her head to have a better look around. The sky was painted purple and blue, as the sun had just disappeared below the horizon. As they climbed higher, stars started appearing. This far up, away from the light pollution of Night City, the stars spread out before V, filling the entire sky with pinpricks of light.

"This is amazing," V said, as she looked up in wonder.

Harry looked back at her, his mischievous grin softening, "Yeah it is, isn't it."

In a moment of pure euphoria, V let go of Harry. She spread her arms out, feeling the wind rush past her. Nothing she had experienced before compared to this. Even when riding Jackie's Arch, she was always aware of the road and traffic around her. Up here, away from all the noise, V felt free.

It ended when she nearly toppled backward off the bike. Her reflexes acted as she latched onto Harry's coat and once again plastered herself onto his back. She laughed, fueled with adrenaline and glee.

"Careful there," Harry said. "Would much rather have you wrapped around me than embedded in the ground."

V hummed and leaned in, bringing her mouth close to Harry's ear, "Keep showing me things like this and that can be arranged," She said in a low sultry voice.

Harry chuckled, though V could make out a faint redness in his cheeks, "Gotta at least buy me dinner and a drink first."

"Isn't that the guy's job?"

"I buy, you buy, doesn't matter as long as the dinner and drinks get purchased first," He said with a shrug.

"Kinda old fashioned," V said, "But then again you are an old man so…"

"Oi, I'll show you old man."

"Promise?" V whispered into Harry's ear.

"Keep distracting me and we'll both end up in the ground."

V chuckled and leaned back, pulling away from Harry though still kept her grip, "Alright, alright, I'll lay off for now." V sighed, a stray thought reminding her of something she still hadn't told Harry. "Listen, I also promised Hellman to some else. Gonna hav'ta call him once we're done."

Harry looked back at her eyebrow raised, "Who?"

"Takamura," V's brow furrowed. She still wasn't sure about the corpo. But she gave him her word about Hellman. "He was Saburo Arasaka's bodyguard," She felt Harry stiffen once she mentioned Saburo, "But due to recent… management changes, he's on his own."

"That's… Interesting," Harry chewed on his words as they came out. "Might want to talk to him too."

"Don't know how much he knows," V said with a shake of her head. "Seemed like he's more interested in why Yorinobu offed him than anything. Pretty sure he's just using me to get back at him."

"Probably, but if he was close to Saburo, he might know…"

"Know what?"

"Who's making the Horcruxes. Has to be a witch or wizard," Harry leaned forward as he started their descent to the ground. The Sunset Motel sat in the middle of the desert, looking just as despondent as V remembered. The neon lights did nothing to hide the decay years of neglect had left behind.

Harry circled above the motel twice before landing in the back. The bike jerked as they contacted the ground again. V dismounted as Harry shut off the bike. A quick stretch loosened the muscles that had tensed up during their take-off. Before either of them could do much more than take a few steps towards the motel, Panam came barreling around the corner.

"What the fuck are you thinking," Panam said, trying her hardest not to yell. "Why did you think flying a bike here would be a fucking good idea?"

"Did anyone see us?" Harry asked.

Panam scowled and crossed her arms, "No, pretty sure most of the assholes here are too drugged up to notice. But that is not the point."

V shrugged, smirking slightly along with Harry, "If no one saw what's the problem?"

Panam growled but dropped her objections about their mode of travel, "Your guy is this way." She waved at them to follow her and stalked off. Harry and V shared a glance before going after Panam. She led them up to the second floor of the motel. Mitch and Scorpion, two vets that were part of the Aldecado's, stood on either side of the door.

Mitch gave V a nod as he stepped away from the door, "Good to see you up and about. Was worried when Pan here dragged you back in that state."

"Thanks, Mitch," V clapped a hand on his shoulder, "You keep her out of any other trouble?"

Mitch gave V a rueful smile as he shot a glance over at Panam who was rolling her eyes, "Yeah, we did. Was pretty simple with your friend there. Course now everyone's curious how the no-maj merc from Night City teamed up with Harry fucking Potter."

"Mutual interests," Harry said, nodding towards the door to the motel room. "Speaking of which…"

Mitch nodded and stepped back to his post at the door, "Go right ahead. He's been pretty quiet so far."

"Won't be for long," V said as she slid past the two and through the door. Hellman was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. He was slumped over and seemed to mumble to himself. The suit he wore was dirty and rumpled.

Harry moved behind Hellman while v grabbed a chair and sat in front of him. She leaned forward, slapping him into wakefulness, "Hey."

Hellman jumped, his head swiveling around as he tried to take in his surrounding, "Where am I? What is this place?"

"Motel, middle of nowhere," V said as she pulled out her pistol. She wasn't planning on having to use it, but she had found the threat of a gun was often enough for the cushy corpo types.

"Any particular middle?"

"Doesn't matter, You're not leavin' here by yourself, anyway."

Hellman adjusted the glasses perched on his nose, "Then… why are we here?"

V scooted her chair forward, shooting a glance up at Harry who was standing facing the window, "Wanna talk about a little invention of yours. A biochip you made for Arasaka."

"Fine," Hellman spat out, "But let's get one thing straight. Yorinobu Arasaka didn't send you?"

"No."

"And," Hellman gave a furtive glance around the room again. His eyes lingered on Harry. "The Augurey?"

"Who?" V asked.

"If you do not know," Hellman relaxed his shoulder slumping down. "Then you must have an offer for me. If your boss-"

"I'm going to stop you right there," V cut Hellman off, "No one hired me. I need help with a problem. And you're the guy to help."

Hellman's brow furrowed, "And what does that have to do with the biochip?"

"What does the biochip have to do with an augurey," Harry asked. He still hadn't turned around, "Pretty sure a muggle shouldn't know what an augurey is."

Hellman's shoulders tensed and he turned to look at Harry, "Not an augurey. The Augurey. She's a person, a witch involved heavily in the project." His eyes locked with V's, "My question still stands. If you don't have an offer?"

"Your tech's tryin' to kill me, pretty sure that's not how it's advertised," V said. "Got Johnny Silverhand's construct wormin' its way into my brain."

Hellman's eyes widened, "Silverhand… That's impossible… Where did you?" His face paled, "I need to leave."

He tried to stand but V slammed him back into the chair, "You're not going anywhere till you answer our questions."

"You don't understand-"

"Then tell us so we do."

"She'll find me, she'll find us-"

Harry's wand snapped out. Thick ropes tied Hellman to the chair he was sitting in. An unnatural stillness descended on the man as Harry walked forward into his line of sight.

"Who'll find us?" Harry asked calmly.

Hellman didn't answer right away. His eyes were locked onto Harry's scar, "It's… you…"

"Jeeze, is everyone going to know him?" Johnny said. He glitched into existence, taking a seat in a chair to the side. "It's pissing me off."

"She talked about you," Hellman continued. "She was obsessed. The Boy who Lived…" Harry scowled. It was the first time V had ever seen him do that. It didn't seem to fit his face. He grabbed the ropes now bound around Hellman and leaned down to be face to face with him.

"Don't call me that," Harry pushed away from Hellman, turning back to face the window.

"Would you prefer the Man Who Conquered?" Hellman asked. "You are Harry Potter, are you not?"

"Who told you about me?" Harry said through clenched teeth.

"The Augurey," Hellman shook his head. "I do not know her name. She never gave it to me. She told me about you though."

"Why were you working with a witch?" V asked, attempting to take over for Harry when he didn't respond.

Hellman regarded her for a second, "If you have Silverhand in your head, then I'm sure you know. The Augurey was the one to rip Silverhand's soul apart and put it in the chip. She wanted to combine magical and non-magical techniques and was using our research to experiment."

"With what?"

Hellman gulped, his glasses sliding down his nose, "True immortality. She wanted to shore up the pitfalls of our original biochip by combining them."

"What pitfalls?" V asked.

"The biochip had trouble with installing an engram into the new body. Every time we did, the person would slowly lose their grip on reality," Hellman answered.

"Makes sense," Harry chimed in. "Without a soul. There's nothing there."

"We didn't know that at the time," Hellman twisted in an attempt to look at Harry. "We knew an engram was capable of living in the digital space. Alt Cunningham proved that upon her death." Johnny growled but stayed silent, allowing Hellman to continue, "We thought it would be simple. The brain is just another type of computer after all."

"Death is very protective of those it has claimed," Harry's voice was flat as he said this. As if he was reading from a book.

Hellman nodded, "She said much the same. She joined the project soon after Cunningham's death. And took it in directions we never thought possible."

"And of course they never thought maybe they shouldn't fuck around with this stuff," Johnny said, a deep scowl on his face. "Always gotta be fucking pushing, don't they?"

Hellman continued, "By 2022 we had a prototype ready. But we didn't have a test subject. Then Morgan Blackhand bombed Arasaka Tower."

"What about Johnny?" V's brow furrowed. Johnny's memories never included Blackhand, which was odd. Even V knew Blackhand had been the one behind the bombing. So why did Johnny remember it differently? And why had she never questioned it till now?

"Johnny was part of it. And he did end up being our test subject," Hellman squirmed again, causing his glasses to fall off completely. "We had wanted Blackhand initially, but Smasher killed him during the assault on the tower. Silverhand was captured, however."

"That's not what I remember," Johnny's eyes were wide, and his face was pale.

Helmsman took a shaky breath. "I don't know what the Augurey did, but after Saburo Arasaka finished with him, she was allowed free rein. I… I had never heard a man make sounds like that before. His screams still haunt my dreams."

"Fucking bullshit, I'd remember something like that," Johnny shot up and stalked towards Hellman. "Ask why I don't remember that shit."

V held her hand up, "I think we get the picture. What I want to know is how to get him out of my head."

"You can't, the best I could do... Is refer you to a clinic in Switzerland. They will make you comfortable these last few weeks-"

V slammed a hand on Hellman's chair, cracking the wood with the force of her blow, "That's not good enough. I will not go off and die in some fucking clinic."

"I'm sorry there's not-"

V pushed Hellman's chair over, causing him to land on his back. She stuffed her gun in his face, and growled, "Listen here, you corpo shitstain. You're going to help me-"

"V," Harry said, catching her attention. She blinked, her brain taking a moment to process what she was doing.

"Fuck," She pushed herself up, leaving Hellman on the floor. She stalked across the room, trying to bleed off the rage that had built.

"I can give you my schematics," Hellman said from the floor. "Both of the original design for the chip, and the modified one. But that is all I can offer you."

V glared at Hellman before stuffing her pistol back into its holster. She walked over and pulled Hellman's chair back up, "Fine, give it to me."

Harry flicked his wand and the rope surrounding Hellman fell off. He reached a shaky hand into his suit and pulled out a data shard. After taking it from him, V wasted no time in jacking it into her cybernetics. Lines of data streamed across her vision. Everything from chip structure to the lines of code embedded into it. Harry was looking over at her now, his face unreadable as he watched her.

"He's all yours," V said, taking a step away from the man. "I'm done with his bullshit." With that, she shoved the door open and stomped outside. Mitch and Scorpion spared her a glance as she rushed over the railing.

Panam was leaning against the railing as well, "Get what you needed?"

V grimaced and tried to nod. Unfortunately, the world glitched around her. Her legs gave out, leaving her arms to hold her up. Her lungs burned as she coughed, blood splattering onto the railing.

"Fuck, V!" Panam called out. The three nomads had rushed to her side, even as the contents of V's stomach made themselves known. She collapsed to the balcony, her limbs shaking as she tried to get them to cooperate. Through the bars of the railing, she saw Johnny sitting on a cement bench, waiting for her.

"V, what's going on?" Panam asked.

"Johnny wants to talk," Was all V said as she stumbled off, brushing Mitch and Scorpion aside as they tried to help. The stairs proved trickier than she thought, given how fast she found herself at the bottom. Panam's shouts registered in her ear, but the static that filled them made it impossible to make out what she was saying.

V dragged herself to the bench, pulled herself up to sit beside Johnny, "What'd'ya want," She slurred her word like she was drunk.

"I wanna know why you didn't ask him my question?"

"Cause you and I both know the answer to that question," V said, "Harry's messed with other people's memories. Not too far of a stretch to say this Augurey wouldn't do the same."

"Still, there's a difference between guessin' and hearin' it for ourselves," Johnny pulled out a cigarette and V mimicked him. "This whole thing's already gettin' to be over both our heads V."

"You think I don't fucking know that?" V spat back. They both lit their cigarettes, the smoke dissipating into the air. "I know you thought Mikoshi was the answer-"

"It still is," Johnny interrupted, "Gonna be our best shot."

"How can you possibly know that?" V scowled at her cigarette before throwing it away. "Part of me wonders if you're just blowing smoke up my ass to get me to finish your dirty work for you."

"Believe me, I'd rather be outta your head as soon as possible," Johnny flicked some ash off of his cigarette. "Been trying to figure you out in the meantime."

"Oh, this is gonna be good."

"Thought you were just unlucky at first," Johnny scratched at his beard, "But now? You're just a chick from the badlands, usin' your family as crutch and cushion. Now you got no one behind you. Just another nobody merc, like every other, wanna be in NC."

"That's rich comin' from you," V crossed her arms. "You're right, I'm nobody unless I got someone standing beside me. Better that, then standing alone at the top." V gave Johnny a lopsided grin, "Tell me, how's the view from that mausoleum you're standin' on?"

"You're missing my point, V," Johnny leaned forward, dismissing V's jab. "You work best with others. This is why we need to work together to take down Arasaka."

"There it is," V spoke in a whisper, "The crusade, get to Mikosi, smash the system. Same story different day."

"Ok," Johnny said slowly, chewing on his words like he might regret them. "I'll tell ya why I wanna destroy Arasaka, but I'll only tell ya once. Wanna hear it?"

V narrowed her eyes at him, "Alright."

Johnny regarded her for a moment, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses, "I saw corps strip farmers of water and eventually of land." He looked out toward the looming city. "Saw them transform Night City into a machine fueled by people's crushed spirits, broken dreams, and emptied pockets." He stood and started pacing back and forth like a caged animal, keeping his back to V. "Corps have long controlled our lives… and now they're after our souls."

"Which is why we're going to stop them," Harry said. Both V and Johnny looked at him, mouths agape.

"You can… hear him?" V asked.

"And see him," Harry smiled and stepped up to Johnny, looking him in the eyes. "Good to see you again, Robert."

Johnny scowled, "Fuck you."

"Just as civil as I remember," Harry tilted his head towards V. "Panam and Mitch were worried about you. Said you fell down the stairs?"

"I'm fine, just a tumble," V waved him off as she stood, "Can we go back to the part where you can hear and see Johnny. Is that a wizard thing?"

"No, it's a me thing," He spun a ring, embedded with a small black stone around his finger. "Wasn't exactly my choice either."

"Right yeah sure," V ran a hand through her hair, pushing back the few strands of purple in her face. "You got a flying motorcycle and can see my hallucinations. This is just my new normal now."

"Why didn't you tell me all this before," Johnny said as he glared down at Harry. "Could've used you during my… our… fuck." He turned away. V could feel his rage course through her. "Now I'm doubting myself. Who the hell is this Augurey that Hellman was talking about, and why was she fucking with my head"

Harry sighed, "I don't know. This is the first I've heard of her." He rubbed at his eyes, "I knew there had to be a magical involved. But it sounds like she's not directly related to the Arasaka's like I had been thinking."

"Again, coulda used this info back then," Johnny said. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you're a loose cannon," Harry snapped at Johnny, "I knew your reputation. I heard about what happened to Alt."

"Don't talk about her," Johnny shoved his finger into Harry's chest. "You have no right."

Harry took a step back, holding his hands out in an attempt to calm Johnny down, "I didn't mean it like that. I know you made a mistake, Johnny, it happens-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Johnny roared. V's cybernetics glitched, and she lashed out at Harry. Her blow connected, snapping Harry's head to the side.

"Shit! Fuck!," V yelled as she tried to control her limbs. "Johnny, calm the fuck down."

"It's ok V," Harry said. He wiped away at the blood that had trickled out of his mouth. "Probably deserved it. You got a pretty good punch, by the way."

Johnny growled, "What's makes you think you know what happened. You know jack shit about me."

Harry shook his head, "I know more than you think. Because I would have done the same thing if someone I loved was in danger. Hell, I did the same thing. And it ended the same way." Harry's head dropped and he let out a huff of air, "I blamed myself for a long time for what happened."

"That supposed to make me feel better?"

Harry shrugged, sticking his hand into his pockets as he sat down, "Take it however you wish. But that's why I didn't tell you. I knew it wouldn't change your mind. Both you and Blackhand were hellbent on bombing the tower. Though for different reasons."

V, by this point, had regained a semblance of control again. She sat down beside Harry, "That brings up another point, Johnny and I were wondering about. Blackhand wasn't in Johnny's memories. Got an explanation for that?"

Harry waffled about with his head, trying to come up with something to say, "I.. Don't know. Not for sure, at least. Could be any number of things. From a memory charm to true legilimency. Possibly a potion. Might even be a consequence of whatever ritual this Augurey used to get a piece of your soul. I still don't have enough information to do much more than guess."

Johnny threw his hand up, spinning around to face away from V and Harry, "Well, that's great. What the hell was all this about then?"

"We didn't learn nothing. We got a name now. And schematics," V said. "Plus, considering Hellman's reaction. I'd say this Augurey has got more pull than even Yorinobu. Seemed more terrified of her than him."

"We'll need someone to look over them," Harry looked over at V. "What about that friend of yours, Judy. Think she could glance at them."

"Possibly," V shrugged. "Evelyn's awake, so that was going to be my next stop."

"Good," Harry's brow furrowed, "And this Takemura person?"

V groaned, burying her head in her hands, "Dammit, that's… Should we even call him?"

"That's up to you."

"But… I'm not entirely sure Takemura has cut ties with Arasaka. If Hellman gets back to this Augurey…"

"You let me worry about that," Harry placed a hand on V's shoulder. "You gave him your word didn't you?"

"Kinda… There was a lot going on at the time," V sighed. "We had just saved each other's lives. Then I got told I was still dying. Suffice to say, he was the only one at the time that seemed invested in actually helping, even if it was for his own gain."

"Call him then," Harry said. "We'll leave Hellman here with the Aldecado's for now." The two of them fell into silence. Harry shifted in his spot. His mouth was stretched into a thin line and his brow was furrowed when glanced at V and spoke again, 'Listen, I know our deal only extended to Hellman-"

V held up a hand to stop Harry, " I know what you're going to say. And I agree. Seems both our paths are heading in the same direction and… I'll be honest, we'll probably need you again. Might as well team up properly."

Harry's bright grin returned. He stuck out his hand, "Partners?"

V nodded and took Harry's hand into her own, giving it a firm shake, "Yeah, partners."

"Great," Johnny lit another cigarette as he scowled at the two of them, "Now I'm stuck with the both of you."

A/N: Chapter 7! I've gotten so far on this story and this chapter is the longest yet. For those of you that recognize the character, I'm introducing... Just wait, I'll think you'll like what I have in store for her. As always, drop a comment if you feel like it, they're always appreciated. And I'll see you all in the future.