A.N. I just wished to thank you people for actively commenting on the story. It really keeps me going more than anything else. One reader in particular, namely a guest named Captain Imaginat, makes me address an important question. My plan was for Danny to help people around, Emilia in particular. After all, it is not about what Danny would like, much as I would like for him to be happy, it is about what happens. However, he is not glued to Emilia like Subaru was, and is generally reluctant to help in political affairs. Saving someone from death is a whole other issue. So there will be plenty of moments when he goes away to do his own thing.

He was crazy. He was nuts. He was insane. Phantom thought up a whole galaxy of insults at the expense of his mental health. Such insults were uttered after talking with a rude and uncooperative cabman, who told him the directions, he cursed with each bite he made while eating lunch bought on money stolen from aforementioned cabman, he spoke synonyms of the word 'derangement' that were not even in Cambridge Dictionary as he traversed the city in search of the residence of the so-called "Sword Saint", be it in the sky or on the ground. One could say that in such elaborate way he was trying to dissuade himself from going to wherever Reinhard lived, and they would be right to some extent.

Phantom didn't like his idea, but it was the best he had. He could, potentially, walk away, but that...just wasn't what he was. His core being ready to make him a full ghost had nothing to do with it. In a way, it was his conscience given form, due to what exactly it demanded. And conscience was possible to ignore, painful as it could have been at the start. Still, something else but conscience was making him do this. Danny couldn't quite understand what it was, he was too preoccupied trying to come up with a new, ingenious way to question the state of his mind. Be it genuine compassion or tempestuous desire to prove a point, he did not know. Despite his claims of not being a hero anymore, he still was doing their work. It was all very contrived, he knew that. Maybe he had a complex of some sort, a complex that forced him to do this. There was a reason why his core demanded it, it was a reflection of his own self. Or, him three years ago. Humans could change, ghosts could not. The core was like a photo, taken when a person died. It did not change, forcing him to abide by ideals and goals that existed back then. His heart, however, did. Danny wondered if his personality had split somewhere along the way. With everything that had transpired, he wouldn't be surprised.

Even if his core hadn't changed in a metaphorical, mental way, it had grown in power. And he knew the potential ceiling. Phantom had had an enlightening experience involving the Time Master and time travel. He was destined to destroy the world, lay ruin to every city and kill everyone in his wake. That foresight was truthful, and Danny lived to see the dreadful future too. But that future never came to be. Still, that fight also gave him enough insight into what he could potentially do. It put his most powerful ability in the arsenal, Danny learned to do some things he hadn't expected to possess. His power rivalled that of the last king, it had been tested against the armies of humans and ghosts. That was why even the blast with the slightly bigger amount of power obliterated a wall.

Returning back on topic, Danny finally reached the home of the Sword Saint. It was a nice-looking manor he had, and it was within the city borders, no less. Phantom's eyes jumped from one corner to another, examining the area for any noteworthy parts. The brick fence was not of any concern, he could go through it. There were some guards at the iron gates, so Phantom decided to be polite for once. Coughing, he got their attention. The guards, who had obviously been dozing off, looked up from their helmets, confusion written on their faces. Danny made a light bow and smirked.

"Hello, good people. Is this where I can find Reinhard von Astrea?"

"And you are..."

"Oh, my name won't tell you anything. I just needed to talk with him."

"And he will talk with a kid like you?" One of the guards lifted his helmet with a finger and snorted, then hiding his eyes back under it, about to go back to 'guarding duty'.

"Well, we don't know each other personally, but I need to talk to him."

"Aren't you special. You have something to make us let you through, boy?"

"I have my fists and magic," Danny shrugged, "But I don't want to cause a scene."

"Sorry, we are not letting you through. Especially since you are so happy to throw fire around."

"Okay, first, I mostly use ice. Two, should the Sword Saint really worry about a guy coming in, even if dangerous?"

"Well, no. But there are also other people in there. We don't let in every vagabond from the streets."

Phantom sighed, turning to a girl selling flowers, who had been working at a stand near them and was eyeing the exchange. "You are a witness, girl, I tried being nice."

The guards tensed, preparing to fight. They grasped their spears, pointed them at the non-phased guest, who rolled his eyes and walked forward. When his chest touched the point of the weapon, he simply kept going. He went through the spear, through the guard, making him shiver from cold, and through the iron gates. The suddenness of it all made the guards freeze on spot, as they tried to come to terms with what just happened. Then two men snapped out of it, began to shout at the intruder, ordering him to stop. One of them hurried to unlock the gates for them to go in. While they were at it, Phantom put his hands between the back, whistling a tune. That was his plan — he was going to talk with the man without raising a finger against anyone. No need to worsen his situation even more. Danny ascended the double staircase and then went through the redwood main door. He didn't need to search for Reinhard, the guards would make enough noise to get proper attention. He just had to stay intangible for the zealous guards. Phantom didn't mind, they were just doing their jobs, that's why even when their numbers increased and they began swinging their weapons. Danny sighed, a bit worried about them harming each other.

The noise reached the man for whom it was meant. With a raised eyebrow and curiosity in his blue eyes, he shut the book in his hand and got up.

"The hell is wrong with that brat?!" One of the guards exclaimed after failing to cut the teen apart.

"What a nice painting," Danny said, seemingly ignoring them. The painting was that of an inhumanly beautiful woman with long blonde hair sitting at a table. Then, with a bored expression he tilted his head over the shoulder and looked at the exasperated men. "Careful there, wouldn't want to damage anything of value. It will probably be taken out of your wage. Now, will you do as I ask or do I have to go look around?"

He had barely finished the sentence when he saw a man at the top of the stairs. It was a muscular man with short red hair, blue eyes and a stubble beard. His outfit consisted of a black tabard with brown shoulder plates and chest armor, along with a dark cape, brown pants, gloves and black boots. In his hand he held a sword. In the man looked more like a vagabond than Danny would ever be. Phantom ignored the guards once again and stood right at the bottom of the staircase separating two men.

"Who in the bloody hell are you?!" The literal redhead shouted.

Danny looked around, pretending to be confused. Then he pointed at himself, "You talking to me?"

"Of course I do. How dare you break into my manor?!"

Phantom rolled his eyes and leaned against the railing, saying, "Yeesh, learn to take a joke, old man." Now that the guards were not swinging around like crazy, he allowed himself to be corporal again. "I told these fine gentlemen that I was here on important business. But they just wouldn't let me through, so I just went inside without asking. Pardon the intrusion."

"Who. Are. You."

"You first, geezer."

"I am forty," the man ground his teeth. "I am Heinkel Astrea, the head of..."

"And like that you've lost me. Name is Daniel. Could you point me in direction where Reinhard is, as you are obviously not him? I am a busy man who really needs his money."

If it was possible, the man glared at the intruder even harder. "Maybe I will show you... after I leave you a scar."

Heinkel jumped down, his sword brandished. With a roar, he landed and made a slash. Phantom dodged the multitude of follow-up strikes. And as they got close to the audience composed of the guards, Danny grinned and swung his palm. A sword flew out of a guard's hand and blocked the attack. He really wasn't intending to blow up anything else today. As the next swift attack followed, Danny jumped over his head, his cockiness forcing him to actually boop the nose of the murderous man, and gently landed at the top of the staircase, all in a single leap, and sighed.

"And my day began so well," he muttered, the flying sword not allowing Heinkel to follow its owner. "Should we really be fighting?"

"You broke into my home!"

"And I will leave. Once I settle one matter, that is."

Heinkel pushed away the sword, jumping over several stairs at once. There was some unique grace about how he moved. For all his appearances, he was obviously not a lowly bandit, but Elsa had been much quicker. At the last moment Danny slid under the strike and jumped on the narrow railing. Like an acrobat he dodged the hits while balancing on the piece of wood much more narrow than his feet. Heinkel was getting more and more agitated from how evasive the teen was. To his mind, the kid was mocking him by refusing to counterattack. That piece of trash was not going to get away easily from this one once he gets to him.

"You could have chosen a less conspicuous way to enter."

Danny glanced to the left and saw another man. This one was considerably younger than Heinkel, while sharing all the trait of the man, with the same hair and eyes. By looking at the guy who was barely older than Phantom, the latter had no doubt in the mind that it was someone called "Sword Saint", even if the sword was not on his belt at the moment. And despite that his look showed nothing but confidence and sympathy. If Phantom ever thought about a textbook definition of a gallant knight, he would imagine something like the handsome man in front of him. There was some strange air around him, it seemed to make him approachable. But Danny was wary about the fact that his instincts tensed. At least in height they were about the same six feet.

"If it isn't our Prince Charming," Danny smirked and jumped down.

"If it isn't our demolition expert," Reinhard retorted with a smile, "You were looking for me?" He asked curiously.

"Reinhard, explain this!" Heinkel demanded.

"Forgive him, father, it appears my acquaintance was too straightforward."

Danny shrugged, "Well, sorry. I asked to be let inside."

"Acquaintance, my ass. The scoundrels like him have no right to come here without permission!"

"Then he has mine," Reinhard stated firmly. "And Daniel here is not a scoundrel. He killed Elsa Granhiert with no effort before my eyes. We owe him that much for ridding us of her."

Phantom looked at him in surprise. Now wait just a second, he had been there all that time? Danny wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Heinkel glared at them both, but then huffed, "Return to your posts," he barked an order, "We will talk about it all, Reinhard, get out from my sight, you two!"

The redhead patted Danny's shoulder, gesturing for him to follow. Phantom decided to take the offer, led through a series of corridors. So far his impression of the Astrea family was a mixed bag. He examined the back of the knight, wondering about what was going to happen next. He was a lot younger than Danny would have expected. He would have assumed that Heinkel was the guy, but he didn't look like "saint" at all. Reinhard, on the other hand, fit the criteria. He radiated power, leaving no doubt that he was indeed the strongest warrior around, making the ghost teen wonder just how strong he was. Danny felt glad for not coming to fight. All of a sudden, Reinhard looked back and smiled.

"So, what brings you here? It certainly is a surprise."

Phantom sighed, "You saw me fight, you say? I think you know my own question."

"Well, you've come so far, so it's only fair. Take it as a compliment, but I thought that you didn't need my help. I would just get in the way."

Danny hunched, "Why thank you for not saving me the trouble of sitting through prison," he deadpanned, "I came here because Rom asked me."

"Rom?"

"The old man who didn't like Felt being taken away."

Understanding dawned on Reinhard, "And you came here just because of that?"

"The bastard took my money. And won't give them until I at least find what's going on."

The redhead kept smiling, "You could have easily taken those."

"Odd for you of all people to say this."

"It is merely an observation. You could have, you haven't. Therefore, it is not about money. I completely understand Rom's fears and concerns, with how abruptly I've decided to take her away. I assure you, I won't do anything wrong to her."

"What is that all about, then?" Danny asked.

"Forgive me," Reinhard said, stopping and completely turning around. "But I cannot divulge this important piece of information yet. In a way, it is a state secret."

"State secret? A kid-thief?"

"There is bit more to the story," The knight chuckled. "I can show you to the room I gave her, so you can see that I didn't do anything unbecoming of my title. I see the distrust in your eyes, and I wish to wave off your worries. Felt is unwilling to stay here, I admit."

"You did kidnap her."

Reinhard lowered his head, "I take no pride in what I did. But this is all for the good of her own and, quite possibly, the kingdom itself. I merely hope that she will eventually see things my way. We have arrived, so to speak."

Phantom looked at the door that was near them. The most striking feature about it was a huge lock hanging off the handle. It seemed rather redundant, as there was still a keyhole, but it made sense once Danny thought about it a bit more. Felt was a thief, she could pick a lock. But if said lock was on the other side of the door, it was a whole other history. The half ghost could also see shame on Reinhard's face as the redhead was looking at this piece of metal. He took out a key and unlocked the door. As he entered a big, comfortable-looking room, it seemed empty at the first glance. But then, from behind the doorframe, a sound came.

"Kya!"

A chair was flung right at Reinhard's head. The knight easily dodged it by making a step back. The momentum gained by the attack made Felt stumble from another chair she had been standing on to make up for difference in height. With another yelp, she was about to fall over, had Reinhard not been there to catch her. But then he got a punch on the face, seemingly not even feeling it, as Felt got on her feet. She couldn't run, as the redhead was blocking the way.

"That was closer than the last time," Reinhard smiled again.

"Stop smiling, you idiot!" The girl shouted, "Let me out already!"

Danny put a palm over his mouth and snickered. Felt just could not look intimidating with that tiny height. That's what got Felt's attention. So that the guest could be seen, Reinhard stepped aside.

"You creepy bum again!"

"Harsh," Danny put a hand over his heart. "Hey, kid. Got up from the wrong leg?"

"Are you kidding me?! I was kidnapped!"

Phantom rolled his eyes and sat on the nearest armchair. Reinhard, in the meantime, closed the door behind them.

"I spent the night on a piece of wood, buddy. In a prison cell. I had to crap in a bucket. So you got off easily."

Felt cooled off just a bit, but it was more like she just redirected her anger back at the redheaded knight.

"Why are you here?"

Danny sighed, "Rom asked me to find you."

Her crimson eyes shone, "So...We are getting out?"

"I won't allow it," Reinhard put in firmly, "Not yet."

Phantom raised his hands in surrender, "I am not here to pick a fight. Had enough of those to last a lifetime. Tell me, Felt. He hasn't been touching you in inappropriate places, has he?"

Both of the people's faces were turned to grimaces.

"Of course not!/ He did not!" They both responded.

Danny didn't seem bothered by their adamant reactions, "Just a protocol question. To ease the old man's concerns. What have you two been doing here?"

"Nothing! That idiot knocked me out by draining the mana, just dumped me here and locked the door!"

Reinhard sighed, "And I apologise. We will talk about why you are here. Once our guest leaves, for our discussion is not meant for the ears of others yet."

"Way to put the worries to rest," Danny grumbled, "but what do you have planned in general? I'd like to at least let Rom know when she will be let outside."

The redhead nodded, "I say that she will stay here for about a week. From then on, everything will be up for her to decide."

Phantom buried himself deeper in his seat. It was really soft and comfortable. After several minutes of silence, he finally spoke up.

"Do you have a bathroom?"

"That's what you are worried about?!" Yelled Felt.

"Don't be a crybaby," Danny waved off her anger, "I got kidnapped a couple of times, too. Once by an insane hunter, chained to a beautiful lady who wanted to kill me herself. Then by my insane relative who chained me to my mother and cut off my magic...I see a strange pattern here."

"You sure got a short end of the stick there," Reinhard responded, surprised by the boy's past misfortunes. There was some pity in his voice.

"Is there a point to what you are saying?"

"Of course there is. You got it easy, kid," Phantom got up, "You got a chance at climbing up from that shithole you live in. So I will just go away and tell Rom you are fine, get my money, and then go on with my new and beautiful life."

"Thank you for understanding," Reinhard bowed his head lightly, "I promise, it will be just as you say for her."

"Don't make it sound like it is not messed up even still," Danny snorted.

"Probably," the redhead smiled, "If I may ask, what do you plan to do?"

"I guess I will use the money to take a bath. Haven't had those for a while. And go to a hairdresser."

"And then? Your plan seems rather short."

Danny smirked, "That's the beauty of it. So many unknowns, so many opportunities waiting to get discovered. But...I guess I need to find Princess first."

"Princess?" Reinhard asked in confusion.

"That's what I call my naive, stupid, beautiful silver-haired companion."

"You shouldn't be so hard on Lady Emilia. I assure you, she is trying her best."

Danny blinked, not quite understanding what he was talking about. "Who?"

Now it was Reinhard's turn to be surprised. "Emilia. The one who you were helping to retrieve the insignia."

Phantom froze in place. Now it all was strangely clear. Puck's reaction, her very soon acceptance of a nickname.

"Oh, I see how it is," he growled, his eyes changing colours, "She even lied to me about her name!" He laughed. "What else have I been lied about? Maybe Santa actually exists and mystery meat in cafeteria was actual beef?!"

"Don't turn all demonic on us, please!" Felt exclaimed.

"I won't," Phantom huffed, calming down, "I'm just... frustrated?"

"You are sad," Reinhard corrected, "I understand your position. But since you saw the insignia, I guess it is no longer a secret. Emilia is a candidate for the throne."

Danny looked at him in surprise and said, "I see now why she reacted so strongly to the nickname. So who is she?"

Reinhard gestured to sit back, giving Felt a pointed look. She shouldn't try to run away as they were talking. The girl huffed angrily and dropped on her bed. The redhead rubbed his temple and began his explanations.

"You see, not so long ago the House of Lugnica, which, founded our country and has ruled it for centuries after forming a pact with a dragon, died off. We were not able to find a cure for the disease that affected them exclusively, and as a result, they all...died. Prime minister Miklotov is acting as our temporary leader, until we find a new candidate fit to rule our kingdom. This is why we are holding selection between several people."

"I don't see how Emilia fits into it. I mean, she is not their relative, I presume."

Reinhard shook his head, "None of the candidates are. That's why they need an insignia. That's what the prophetic Dragon Tablet told us. If a worthy maiden happens to hold the insignia, it will gleam, and we will know. It was, admittedly, a herculean task. It was said that there would be only five of them, but our population counts millions of people. So far we have found only four, with the announcement of candidacies being not so far away. They all have their motives, their ideals, and...what I am trying to say, Daniel, is that you should think about why Lady Emilia would do this."

Danny looked out of the window in thought, "She didn't know me, and if the word got out that the candidate lost the most crucial things in the elections, she would be a goner."

"You catch on quickly. It was a simple precaution. But since you have done everything to help her, I think she would have told you everything herself. Had you not been separated so brutishly."

"You could have put a word."

"He was too busy kidnapping me," Felt snapped, and Reinhard did not retort.

"How come I try to find some peace only to be tossed in the epicentre of the shit apocalypse?" Danny rubbed his temples.

"Perhaps it is fate," Reinhard shrugged lightly, "She lives in the mansion of her patron, Lord Roswaal Mathers."

Danny snorted and refused to explain the reason.

"...It is easy to find, but it will take you a couple of days to reach there by horse."

"I see. Well, I guess I'll go there, seeing as there are no other options. I don't know anything else."

"You don't seem to have thought much about your future."

"I have. I have thought about what it shouldn't be like. And to that end I jumped at my first opportunity, happy to get away from the future waiting for me back home. Not that it was a choice to come here, but I will take it. And as you can see, Reinhard, I don't want to have any part in politics. I don't want to stand in the spotlight."

"It is a reasonable wish. But you have failed there already, don't you think?" The redhead chuckled, "You are leaving now, correct?"

Danny stood up and said, "Yeah. Thanks for the chat."

"Allow me to walk you to the gates. I wouldn't want you starting another fight."

Phantom shrugged as they began walking to the door, "I didn't harm anyone. I just went through the solid objects in my way."

"How did you do that? I haven't heard of such magic."

"I make all elements of my atoms neutrons, if we are to act all smart."

Reinhard locked the door despite the drumming and said, "I am not sure I understand."

Danny shrugged, "I didn't either at first. But that's how it basically works. By disconnecting the atomic structure without blowing it to bits, one would be able to get through solid objects, as atoms would just slide through. The problem is, you have to keep yourself from breaking apart, because nothing holds your body together as well. Except a unique unseen element. It takes some specialised tools."

"You make magic sound like something ordinary. Like a wheel."

"One man once said that all magic is just a technology we do not understand yet. My parents often mentioned that quote. Believe it or not, they did not believe in magic."

"Ironic, seeing how you are quite capable of it."

"Yeah...ironic."

With a sigh full of content Danny slowly sank in the wooden bath, full of hot, limpid water. His muscles relaxed, and he was fully consumed by the bliss. He was all ears, not looking at anything from under his closed eyelids. He heard the water pour into the neighbouring bath, he heard the charcoals hiss as the steam rose above them. He heard a lively chatter of men and women, they talked about a multitude of topics, the vegetable prices going up, different breeds of horses, and, funnily enough, him. When their chatter turned worried and scared, he was half-tempted to sink in the water completely. It would clean his hair as well, pointless as that would be for a drowned. He didn't like those conversations. Thankfully, before he did, they moved on to talking about vegetables again.

Phantom finally opened his eyes, staring right at the burning candle in front of him. Now he took a good look around the bathhouse without windows. He actually noticed some service girls eyeing him and giggling. Danny smirked, he wasn't that ugly now when he was cleaner. He had come to a hairdresser first, and all they did was to shorten his long locks so they wouldn't get in the way of anything. That was more than enough, for his hair always had been a mess. An organised mess, that was a different thing from just not looking after one's hair. The mess did look presentable and nice, instead of coming across as a racoon that died on top of your head. He decided to continue washing himself. As he sat straight, from the water emerged his upper body part. It was actually amazing how none of the scars made their way up to his face, with how plentiful they were on his other parts. The years had not been kind to him, if it hadn't been made clear enough. His ghost half could heal every wound no matter how severe with the core intact, but it was the healing that was reminiscent of human one, where big wounds don't heal without trace. Those who watched him baited their breaths, and under their gazes Danny wanted to remain no longer.

He got up, water dripping from him back into the bath. Phantom took a towel and wrapped it around his belt, stepping on the warm tile. In a secure spot he wiped himself dry, feeling renewed and refreshed. Before leaving, Danny took a look at himself in the mirror. Upon looking at a cleanly shaved face of his own, for once feeling well-rested, he could not resist a smile. His own reflection was that of a young man full of fresh energy and not at all without attractive features.

Yes, things were still turning for the better, despite occasional bumps. When he finally exited the bathhouse, Danny ran a hand through his hair, sighed and began to ponder on his priorities. Food came first. Then he would ask for directions and fly all the way to the mansion. He could reach the escape velocity while in air, he could get to the mansion fast if he wanted. But then there was a problem: if he reached the mansion faster than Emilia did, nobody would have believed his story. And staying in the city was a dubious option as well, because his money needed to be preserved for a rainy day. Decisions, decisions. Phantom sat on a bench and thought about it for a while.

Then, after several minutes, Danny went to eat. His idea did not go without a hitch. The nearest tavern he entered immediately ousted him, almost getting physical. The reason was that humans were not allowed inside. In another tavern with much more acceptable service Danny satisfied his stomach with a nice beef stew. He noticed how people began giving him looks that were very different from the one he had been receiving on his first day. Phantom smiled. So he did radiate something that made them believe in his noble status. After seeing Reinhard he had been experiencing a little white jealousy, so he was glad to confirm that not all was bad with his own appearance and behaviour. The redheaded knight had set the enormous standards.

Eventually, Danny decided to go in the direction of the mansion at that very moment. His new idea was actually simple and ingenious. He would just follow the road and catch up with Emilia before she even reached the mansion.

In an unseen spot, he turned into a ghost and bolted for the skies. This time there was no need for invisibility; he was soon flying high above the countryside. And while he was at it, soaring through the bright blue skies, Phantom gave in to the biggest temptation he had ever faced since coming here — to roam free, miles above the ground. He fluffed the white pillows that were the clouds, cut them apart by bolting through them, and all the while, his laughter rang through the skies, as a smile threatened to split his face in half. The coldness around him did not affect the half ghost, nor did the lack of breathable air. He didn't count how long he was engrossed in making twists, flips, and loops, but his excitement eventually subsided, allowing him to finally move forward. However, first, he wanted to try something. With a smirk, he closed his eyes, opened his arms wide, and stopped resisting gravity.

The natural force immediately pulled him, and the teen began to plummet to the ground. Picking up speed with each passing moment, Danny kept his eyes closed, the strength of the wind threatening to bust his eardrums. The forests below kept getting closer and closer. He was on the level of the nearest mountain peak, very soon, the treetops. And then, outstretching his hand, at the very last second before he would be reduced to ectoplasmic goo, he stopped in the air, the grass around was torn off by the force that had gathered around the teen. Danny finally decided to take a look around. His single pointing finger was less than an inch above the ground. Grinning wider, Phantom made a flip and softly landed on his feet. His reaction was still on point.

"Not bad, Phantom," he muttered, "I hope I haven't lost track of the road."

After flying some more he began looking down. A horse-drawn carriage, if it had been going for around twelve hours, could have passed only around one hundred kilometres. So, Emilia should not have been far off. Danny smirked, he had got better at deducting thing. From his spot in the sky he finally saw a tiny moving dot on the ground. He pushed forward and flew ahead, descending at a great speed. The man riding the waggon was startled, caught off guard by a white and black blur. He pulled back the reigns, a strange, bipedal lizard was forced to stop. It loudly screeched, wriggled its brown head and came to a halt. The waggon rumbled and shook, and Danny winced, imagining how it was like inside the thing. The startled man saw the flying creature and gasped, reaching for his sword. But before he had the time to do anything, from the front of the wagon, reminiscent of those travelling to American Wild West, emerged a head of long silver hair.

"What's going on?" Emilia asked worriedly, before following the gaze of the knight. "Danny? Is that you?"

Phantom smirked and began to slowly descend, "Emilia, it's been a whole day. You still owe me 16 dollars."