"One, two, three… One, two, three…"

"Wow! You're such a quick learner, Morgs!"

"One, two, three… One, two, three… One, two-Ah!"

Right as Morgan was about to transition to the final phase of the routine, she tripped over her feet and fell to the ground.

"Are you okay, Morgs?"

"I'm fine…" She took the boy's hand. "I just tripped is all."

Off to the side, a woman with long pink hair that flowed down to her waist made herself known. "I think now's as good of a time to take a short break, wouldn't you say? Inigo, dear? Can I have a moment with Morgan?"

"Of course, Mother!" Inigo eagerly nodded his head. "I'll see you in a bit!"

As the gray-haired boy left the stage, Morgan directed her attention towards the boy's mother. The two of them really looked nothing alike.

"You've gotten a strong grasp on the fundamentals," said Inigo's mother. "Next time, try extending your focus through the very tips of your fingers. That will help through those tricky transition moves."

"Through my fingers…" Morgan looked down at her hands. She visualized herself holding a wooden sword, the memory of her lesson with Chrom from the other day still fresh in her mind.

"You seem distracted."

Morgan blinked, surprised. "H-How did you know?"

"I guess you could call it an expert's intuition…" Inigo's mother remarked nervously. "I don't know how much help I can be, but I'm always willing to lend an ear if you want."

"Thanks, Miss Olivia." Morgan gave a small smile. "Uncle Chrom told me I should find my inspiration. But I don't know where to start."

"Inspiration?"

"Yeah. For sword fighting. There's a limit to how much I can learn on my own, and I don't have many places to turn to for help. That's why I need to think outside the box. Look in someplace different."

"I see… It sounds to me like you're searching for a muse."

"A...muse? I don't see what's funny."

"No, not 'amuse'; a 'muse.' It's essentially something that provides you with new ideas when you've hit a slump. Yes, I can understand why Chrom would give you that advice; he's probably thinking about that thing Robin proposed back then…"

Morgan's eyes widened at the mention of her father. "What did Father do?"

Olivia gestured for Morgan to sit down next to her on the ground. "You know how there were two years of peace in between the wars against Plegia and Valm, correct? During that time, some of the Shepherds began to grow...bored, for a lack of a better term. That was when Robin proposed the idea to experiment with different weapons and classes. Sumia, for instance, started practicing with bows and staves after she was officialized as Chrom's bride. And Sully stopped riding her horse for a while so she could focus on improving her sword fighting. Ultimately, they all switched back to their old fighting styles come the Valm war, but each of them attained different skills that made them stronger."

Olivia then elicited a small blush. "I was one of the few that stayed the exact same the whole way through. I was relatively new to the Shepherds, so I was already worried out of my mind trying to fit in… But that's not to say I didn't learn anything new at all! Chrom showed me a few techniques in Ylissean court fencing-"

"Really?!"

"U-Um, yes. Robin suggested I learn some defensive techniques to complement my own dancing."

"Can I see?!"

Olivia's face turned completely red. "H-Here? Now?!"

"Uh-huh! Please, Miss Olivia! You're the only other female I know besides my mother!"

"Wh-What about the-er, little Lucina?"

"Big Sister Lucy? Well, no offense, but she's out of the question. There's no way I can beat her at her own game. That's why I'm looking to create my own original style!"

The blushing beauty started to crumble under Morgan's pleading gaze. "Well, I think it's less that I learned it and more like I incorporated it into my steps. I haven't used them in a while, but I suppose there's no harm in showing them to you…"

Morgan bowed her head eagerly. "Thank you so much!"

"Well, I also owe your father a lot, after all. Wait here. Let me see if I have a rapier backstage…"

Olivia disappeared behind a curtain and reappeared a minute later holding a light prop sword in her hands. Her body began to sway to and fro, keeping to the tempo of a silent melody.

Morgan sat there, mesmerized by the impromptu performance. The dancer used her trademark footwork to transition seamlessly between stepping forward for a stab and then retreating backwards. She spun around while swinging her sword in an elegant circle around her, sometimes switching to her preferred reverse grip style when she wanted to twirl in a certain direction.

Then, Olivia adopted a familiar stance. She performed one slash from left-to-right, followed by a forward stab and then another horizontal slash. Finally, Olivia rotated her body counterclockwise before performing an overarching slash from her head to the ground, ending with her left hand raised in the air.

It was at that moment that Morgan knew...she had found her inspiration.

For the past month, when she wasn't in class or running errands for George, Morgan was slowly getting back into swordplay. She made frequent visits to the training hall in the gymnasium, where Friedel was always waiting to lend Morgan a sword for her to use. From there, she would go and meet with one of the resident sword wielders of her class - Rean, Laura, and Jusis - and spend some time learning their techniques. It was fortunate that all three of them had agreed to devote some time out of their schedules to train her.

Today, she was working with Jusis on refining her defense. They stood facing each other in front of the old schoolhouse, with Morgan trying her best to replicate Jusis's stance.

"Always be ready to guard low," the noble said. "Your lower body is your greatest ally, which makes it that much more important to defend against wary opponents. Fortunately, one of the benefits of court fencing is that if your position is low enough, you can react to attacks aimed at the legs. I hope you are prepared, Daraen; we will not stop until you have ingrained at least this much into your memory."

And ingrain it he did. Morgan wasn't sure if it was because of his personality or that Ylissean court fencing apparently had a lot more in common with Erebonian fencing than she initially thought, but when compared to Rean and Laura, Jusis acted far more sternly when it came to teaching about the finer aspects of swordplay.

"Again! And this time, faster!"

Morgan made a stabbing motion with her sword, which was a traditional arming sword. The blade was light enough to be swung around with relative ease, but it carried more weight than a rapier and was less suited for stabbing. Morgan had considered borrowing one of Jusis's spare sabers for their lessons, and the noble had indeed presented such an offer, but in the end, she decided to stick with what she knew best. If she was going to learn, she reasoned, it was best do it with a weapon that she actually had experience using.

Morgan continued thrusting forward. With each continuous thrust, her tempo started to quicken.

"One, two, three… One, two, three…" she counted to herself. "One, two, three, YATATATATA!"

In a split second, Morgan unleashed a series of five rapid thrusts with her sword before ending the sequence with a sideways sword slash.

"Got it that time!" Morgan looked to her classmate. "Was that fast enough?"

Jusis hummed to himself. "Passable, I suppose…"

Morgan breathed a silent sigh of relief. Considering this was Jusis, just hearing his approval, however small, was progress enough.

"Also, were you counting to yourself just now?"

"Uh-huh! I'm surprised you were able to hear me."

"Hmph. I merely found it amusing that you would choose a waltz of all things. You have no shortage of odd behaviors, Daraen."

Morgan sneered at him. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Jusis grunted. "Right. I believe now is the time to see if you can put what you've learned to use." He readied his sword at his side and flicked his bangs out of his face. "En garde!"

Steeling her own nerves, Morgan lifted her own sword and held it close to her face. Then, she assumed her own battle stance. The two of them stared at each other for a moment, sizing up each other's stances and waiting for the other to make a move. While they had their staring contest, Morgan had to remind herself to stick to what Jusis had taught her for the sake of this test. That meant no rolling to attack Jusis from the side and no using any techniques that she saw from Laura and Rean.

Morgan took a small step forward. She saw Jusis's eyes narrow slightly. He lunged not a moment later, but Morgan was prepared. Her classmate stabbed fervently with his sword, attacking from several angles. Morgan rose to the challenge, deftly moving her hands in a way that caused her blade to spin around and deflect most of the attacks. Jusis then slashed sideways, which Morgan avoided with a backstep. Once her feet were planted on the ground, she leapt forward with her own attack, stabbing five times with her sword in under a second. Right as she was about to deal the last slash of the sequence, her mind started racing. Jusis was already defending; would he get mad if she followed up with another sequence? Oh well. Her body was already moving. Too late for regrets!

Morgan performed one sideways slash. Then, while maintaining that position, she did a slash aimed upwards. Then another upwards slash while switching to the other foot. And finally, she did one last upwards swing with the inner edge of her sword while spinning counterclockwise, ending in a position where her blade was conveniently raised up high above her shoulders.

'And then if I went like this…' Morgan performed two cuts that formed an "X" shape, followed by a downward, right, and upward series of slashes. It was the technique she learned from C, Chain Slash.

'And...break!' Morgan stabbed with all her might, successfully breaking through Jusis's guard.

At that moment, something stirred within Morgan. Her body started moving on its own, assuming a particular stance. Unbeknownst to her, her sword started to glow yellow. Sensing that she was about to strike again, Jusis hastily raised his sword to defend himself.

Morgan charged forward and slashed at Jusis, who hastily blocked the attack. As he was about to counterattack, Morgan leapt backwards and readied her blade again. This time, her sword started to glow with a holy blue aura. She dashed forward again, ready to deliver a devastating blow…

And then she tripped over her feet, causing her to unceremoniously fall face-first into the ground.

"Morgan! Are you alright?"

"Agh! Blech! Ptooey!" Morgan spit some dirt out of her mouth. "Didn't expect THAT to happen. I need to brush up on my movements a bit more."

Jusis helped Morgan to her feet. "I wasn't aware that we were going to turn this into a serious match."

"S-Sorry… But, I mean, you DID say to try and put what I've learned to use. I guess I wasn't supposed to take that literally?"

"Well, putting aside your clumsiness, Daraen, I would be willing to admit that you performed adequately. However, you should be wary of how far you jump back moving forward. You're no longer brandishing a polearm, so you can't afford to give up any sort of distance…" Jusis frowned. "Are you listening, Daraen?"

"Yeah, I was…" she replied. "I'm just surprised you went back to using my last name."

"'Went back?' I don't follow."

"Just a minute ago, when I fell down! You called me by my first name."

Jusis blinked while maintaining an impassive expression. "I have no...recollection."

"Liar! I know you did!" Morgan playfully pointed a finger at him. "I can see the truth in your eyes! The cold, aloof Albarea is defrosting 'cause of the summer heat!"

"...Are you finished?"

"Okay, maybe you haven't defrosted all the way yet." Morgan then muttered under her breath, "I'm sure you've got a thing for redheads anyways…"

"Your swordsmanship is certainly unique," Jusis remarked. "Most Erebonian sword styles can be placed on a scale of force and finesse. The Vander and Arseid schools exemplify the former while fencing leans more towards the latter. Your reliance on your footwork to connect different techniques together is indicative of a preference towards finesse, yet you use an arming sword to give your attacks more force. The added weight improves your offense, but I would still recommend you take up a lighter weapon that doesn't sacrifice your attack speed."

Morgan could see where Jusis was coming from. From a logical standpoint, a nimbler weapon would suit her better, and it's not like the added force of a standard sword would make her hit as hard as Laura. Even Jusis's sabers were more flexible compared to the sword she was using. And as for Rean… Well, even though his tachi was both incredibly sleek and incredibly sharp, Rean specialized in a sword style that didn't originate in Erebonia, so that made him an outlier on the force vs. finesse spectrum.

"But even still…"

"Even still?"

"You know how I have amnesia, right? Well, the memories I have… They're some of the only things I have left of my old life. I want to preserve them for as long as possible, so I don't want to deviate too much from them, you know?"

"...Ridiculous."

"Excuse me?"

"You would rather cling on to your past instead of looking for a chance to improve yourself?" Jusis scoffed. "Then what was the whole point of asking me to teach you how to fence?"

"Th-That's not what I-!" Morgan began to stammer.

The blonde noble held up his hand. "Let me relay to you some advice someone gave me…" he said. "You must be aware that the person you are now is different from the person you were a moment before. This is especially important for an amnesiac such as yourself. However, you must also know that change is not necessarily a bad thing. Embrace the fact that the person you are now is the result of change, and use that knowledge to continue to grow. You can continue using the same weapon if that is what you desire, but you would need to improve in other areas to compensate. Whatever the reason, you cannot afford to stagnate. Insisting on clinging to what you know is the adversary of progression."

Those words reminded Morgan of something she had heard so many years ago. "If you keep holding on to what you know, you won't change."

"Words of wisdom from Jusis Albarea…" Morgan muttered to herself. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind. You can say some pretty insightful things sometimes, huh?"

"I just happen to know someone with similar memory-related problems. Nothing more."

"Really?" Morgan tried and failed to stifle a loud gasp. "Is it someone I know?"

"That is a subject for another day," Jusis hastily said, shooting down Morgan's curiosity. "We have reached the end of our allotted time, and I believe you would benefit from a change of clothes."

"Ah…" Morgan looked down at her uniform. There was a noticeable brown splotch on her white shirt from where she fell to the ground. "Yeah, I think I'm gonna need to do something about that. Anyway, thanks again, Jusis!"

"Continue working on your form. We will pick up where we left off the next time we meet." With that last comment, Jusis waved his hand good-bye and left her behind.

"That feeling…" Morgan's hand hovered above the small of her back. "I'm definitely on the cusp of remembering something again. I can feel it!" Nodding to herself once, she sheathed her sword and set off to get a much-needed cleaning at the gymnasium.

"How come you're wearing your winter uniform, Morgan?"

"I had a romantic encounter with the ground during my session with Jusis, and I needed something to cover up the stain. It's actually not too bad! The blazer is pretty lightweight."

"Is that right? Now that I think about it, I've seen Towa wearing her blazer a couple times, too. Maybe I ought to give it a try one of these days."

Rean opened the door to the Engineering Building. One of the tasks that Towa had given him had asked him to come here, and it also instructed to come with Morgan in tow.

"Rean! Morgan!" George raised his hand. "Glad you two could make it."

Angelica spared the greetings and immediately dove in to glomp Morgan. "Hey there, Mona! You're not too hot wearing that, are you? Just let me know if the heat starts getting to you!"

"Y-Yeah. Sure…" Morgan had long since gotten used to the strength of Angelica's hugs and the scent of her leather suit. "But you do know I'm not the only one here, right?"

"By all means, take your time. I'm used to it by now."

"Rean! I thought you were on my side!"

George put a hand on Angelica's shoulder. "All right, Angie. You've had your fun. These two don't have as much time today, so let's make this quick."

"Fine…" Angelica reluctantly let go of Morgan. She and George then led Morgan and Rean outside, where the orbal bike was resting under some covers. "So? You two ready for round two?"

Rean and Morgan eagerly nodded their heads.

"Then it's time for the big reveal!" Angelica grabbed two ends of the covers and pulled it straight off. "Ta-da! What do you guys think?"

"Wow. It's-!"

"-A passenger seat?"

"Something like that." Angelica stroked the new cart that was attached to the side of the bike. "We call this the sidecar. Much like the bike itself, this was a prototype that George put the finishing touches on. You already guessed it, Mona, but it's basically like the front passenger seat in an orbal car."

"So with this, we technically don't have to have two people sitting on the same bike anymore?"

"Well, you can still do that," George said. "But having an extra add-on opens up a load of possibilities. Say, for instance, the person you're thinking of has a broken arm and they can only hold on with one arm. Or you have to use the bike to deliver a large package. That's where the sidecar comes in handy. Of course, the added weight on the side means that driving is going to be a little bit different. Think you two can handle it?"

"You even need to ask?" Morgan shared a smirk with Rean. They had been looking for another chance to ride the orbal bike for a while. "So I'm guessing one of us rides the bike and the other gets to ride in the sidecar. Who gets to do what?"

"You guys can figure that out on your own. The both of you also need to practice how to start and stop, so each one of you can have a turn. One person can drive it out onto the highway, and then once you're ready to come back, you switch places."

"Sounds like a plan." Rean rested his right fist in his left palm. "Best two out of three?"

"You're on." Morgan assumed the same stance as Rean. "Rock, paper…"

…

"...And that should cover everything. Think you're ready to go?"

Morgan eased herself onto the bike. "Pull the handlebar slightly right at the start, turn to the left when changing gears, brake earlier to account for weight… Got it! Makes total sense!"

"My life's in your hands, Morgan," Rean said from the sidecar. "No pressure, right?"

"Just focus on enjoying yourself, Rean!" Angelica advised. "The less anxious you feel, the better little Mona can concentrate on her end."

Angelica and George stepped away from the bike, giving Morgan enough room for her to start the bike.

"Here we go…" Morgan took a deep breath and started the bike engine. Then, she pulled the handlebar slightly to the right before letting the bike move forward on its own. The transition between being parked and moving felt seamless.

"Phew! Glad I didn't mess that up."

"So far, so good, Morgan! That felt really smooth. Does it feel different from last time?"

"Uh-huh! Angelica was right when she said it would handle differently because of the added weight. Not to mention, I've got someone to share the experience with!"

Morgan had to try very hard not to look at her companion while she was speaking to him. One of the first rules that Angelica stressed while riding the bike was to never take your eyes off the open road. "How's the view from down there?" she asked Rean.

"Not too bad!" the swordsman responded. "But I think I could go for a little bit more speed. What do you say?"

"Is that a request I hear?" Morgan disengaged the clutch and turned the handlebar slightly to the left to change the gears. Once again, the transition between gears was very smooth, and the bike began to go faster..

"Perfect!"

"I'll say!" Morgan leaned forward a little bit and shouted, "Yei-yah!" To her, it felt like she was riding on the back of a really fast horse.

The two of them continued to ride for a while along the highway, watching the scenery whiz past them.

"This feels great, not gonna lie!" Rean shouted over the wind.

"Glad to hear it! You want to have a turn next?"

"Whenever you feel like stopping! You remember what to do?"

"Course I do!" Morgan gently hit the brakes on the bike. As expected, it took a bit longer for the bike to reduce its speed due to the added weight of the sidecar. Eventually, the bike came to a full stop.

"Great! I even stopped at just the right spot." Morgan patted the side of the motorcycle like she was stroking a horse's neck. "Good girl!"

Rean chortled. "How do you know it's a girl?"

"Cause Angelica said so! And like she always says, 'You have to treat a bike like you treat a woman.'"

"I'm just...not going to question how she came up with that." Rean stepped out of the sidecar and stretched his arms. "Looks like I've got some big shoes to fill."

"Hey, no pressure, right?" Morgan slid off of the orbal bike and raised her hand up high. "My life's in your hands now, Rean!"

"Just leave it to me!" Rean raised his hand to clap hers as he passed by her.

Fortunately for Morgan, Rean proved to be just as skilled at riding the bike as she was.

After returning to Trista and returning the orbal bike to George and Angelica, Rean and Morgan immediately left to go to the Trista Chapel. Once they were in the sanctuary, they were met with a sight of adults and children mingling with each other while a few Thors students were setting up instruments in the front. Instructor Mary was also present, ready to help the students at a moment's notice.

"Looks like we came here a bit early."

"Well, better early than late, right?" Morgan scanned the sea of heads that were gathered in the sanctuary. "Let's see, where is… A-ha! Hey! Bridget!"

The blond-haired accompanist of the Wind Orchestra perked up at the sound of her name. "Oh! Morgan! I'm glad you could make it to our concert!"

Morgan smiled. "Wouldn't miss it for the world!"

Bridget was among the few upper class students who opted to stay at Thors during the summer months. Today was the day that the Wind Orchestra would be holding their annual concert, and according to her, it simply wouldn't do for an orchestra member to be absent for such an occasion.

Bridget then nodded her head in acknowledgement of Rean. "And hello to you as well, Rean! Allow me to thank you once again for your help last month."

"Don't mention it. I'm just glad I was able to help patch things up between you and Alan." Rean looked around the sanctuary. "Speaking of, is he still with the Fencing Club?"

"Yes. He's currently attending practice at the moment, but he did promise to come by later! He even offered to help us with cleaning up, since Hibelle is injured and all."

Morgan hummed to herself, nodding in approval. "Hmhm! Alan's becoming quite the gentleman, isn't he?"

"Hey! Watch those eyebrows, Morgan!"

Rean and Morgan snickered to themselves. Bridget merely tilted her head quizzically, oblivious as to what Rean and Morgan were implying.

"Anyway…" Rean cleared his throat to compose himself. "Bridget, do you know where Elliot is? I don't see him out here."

"He's in one of the side rooms in the back. He told us he needed a moment to calm his nerves."

"Elliot's going to be the lead violinist today, right?"

"That's correct, Morgan. It's a shame what happened to Hibelle…"

Bridget looked over to one of the second-year students sitting on the front pew, the aforementioned Hibelle. In the weeks leading up to the concert, he ended up in an accident that injured his playing arm. With no one else to turn to, the Wind Orchestra appointed Class VII's own Elliot Craig to be the substitute violinist for the day.

"...But it's fortunate that Elliot had already been practicing the lead part on his own!" Bridget continued. "I believe the two of you are in for a stellar performance."

Rean nodded. "I've been listening to him practice at the dorm this past week. If he can play as well as he did then, he'll be fine."

"Do you think we should give him some space?" Morgan asked.

"Actually, we're going to do a dry run in about ten minutes," said Bridget. "If it's possible, could you two call him for us? I think that seeing his classmates would help to put his mind at ease."

"We'll do that. Thanks, Bridget."

Bridget nodded her head and went back to the piano. Morgan and Rean went over to the room where Elliot was supposedly resting in.

"Hey, Elliot! Are you in...here?"

"Gah!" Their red-haired classmate yelped, stood straight up, and looked over his shoulder. "Oh, it's just you, Rean. And Morgan! Hey."

"So…" Rean nervously scratched his cheek. "You mind if I ask why you're standing in that corner facing the wall?"

"It looked like he was writing something on his hand…" Morgan observed. "Oh! Is this that thing where if you write the word "man" in your hand and eat it, you become less nervous?"

Rean visibly sweatdropped. "That...sounds really morbid."

"No! I wasn't doing that. It was something similar, though." Elliot looked at his hand. "I was writing musical notes in my hand. It's a little thing my mother taught me to do to keep myself occupied."

"Your mother…" Morgan's excitement did a complete 180. She had heard small bits about Elliot's past following the Heimdallr field study, and that was enough to elicit feelings of empathy to her classmate. "How are you feeling? Think you're up for it?"

"Well, this is my first concert in a while, so I'd say some nerves are par for the course…" Elliot chuckled to himself. "But thanks to seeing you two, I'm feeling a lot better now. So did you come here just to say hi, or…?"

"We were actually asked to call for you," said Rean. "The orchestra's going to do a dry run soon."

"Oh, that's right! I totally forgot! Let me just tune up my violin for a sec…"

Elliot spent a few moments tuning his violin while Rean and Morgan watched from the side. The red-haired teen placed his bow on the strings and played each one of them individually. Once he was satisfied, he thanked the two of them again for coming to give their support and left the room.

Once Elliot was gone, Morgan fished out her ARCUS and began scrolling through her contacts.

"What are you doing, Morgan?"

"Calling in some backup." She smirked at Rean while putting a finger to her lip. "I've got a feeling Elliot's gonna need all the support he can get."

Rean understood where Morgan was coming from. "You take the girls, I take the guys?"

Come showtime, Elliot was very surprised to see his entire class take up a single row of pews. Even Crow and Millium, the two newest additions to Class VII, were present and seated with everyone else. The only person not present was Instructor Sara, but seeing that she was...well, Instructor Sara, that didn't bother Elliot in the least. He spotted Rean and Morgan sitting side by side. The former gave a nod of approval while the latter winked.

Elliot's initial surprise quickly gave way to relief and a newfound wave of confidence. That afternoon, he played what was probably the best in his entire life up to that point. He hoped that wherever his mother was watching, she would be able to hear his tune.

…

The concert came to a close. The Wind Orchestra was met with a standing ovation.

After the applause ended, family and friends alike came up to interact with the orchestra members. Instructor Makarov had shown up to watch his niece, Mint, and she was now suggesting that Instructor Mary join them for lunch. Both instructors were surprised by sudden change of plans, but they didn't do anything to dissuade Mint either. Alan helped Bridget to clean up the orchestra equipment from the sanctuary, all the while talking about their respective clubs. Onlookers noted that they both had a subconscious tendency to stare in each other's eyes for longer than usual. Elliot was hoarded by the other Sevens, receiving many compliments and praises from each of them. He couldn't have been happier.

As the post-concert commotion began to wind down, Rean heard a ringing sound coming from his ARCUS. He excused himself and stepped outside to answer it.

"Hello. Rean Schwarzer of Class VII speaking… Instructor? Yeah, the concert's over. No, it's fine if you couldn't make it. We understand. What? Yeah, I've made my way through several of my tasks now. Is there something you need? ...Huh? The girls? Wait, you want me to do what?!"

Author's note: So I ended up hearing back from and getting that job I mentioned a few chapters ago. Hence, it took me over a month to find time and write only this much. I had planned for the free day to be one big chapter, but I didn't want to leave you all hanging, so I divided it into two parts for the time being. Maybe I'll consolidate the two parts at a later time, maybe not.

The only thing of note in this chapter is that Morgan is getting back into the swing of sword-fighting. She won't be making the full transition quite yet, but slow progress is still progress nonetheless. Also, did any of you catch what Morgan was trying to do during her fight against Jusis? Yeah, I'm going there.