A/N: I'M ALIVE! Yay! Sorry to keep you guys waiting! Thank you all so much for your support! To better explain the beginning of this chapter, think back to the last one when Pitch released his Nightmares onto Jack, effectively giving him a nightmare in his sleep. Soon after, though, Sandy's Dreamsand entered the picture and came into contact with Jack, turning his nightmare into a dream. And as most of you should recall, that's how the Guardians were trying to find Jack—with the Dreamsand, which would reveal his location to them. :}

So, without further ado, enjoy!

Chapter 4: A Dangerous Encounter

Jack knew what this illusion was. In fact, he had experienced it many times before. Despite this, however, that didn't mean that going through it again would make him immune to the despair, agony, and fear that this nightmare caused.

Currently, he knew that he was still asleep, but in his mind, Jack was standing on his lake, looking around as the moonlight glimmered on it. In his hand, there was no staff and for some odd reason, he always wore his old attire in the nightmare, which was an off-white, long-sleeved shirt with a brown vest and a short brown cloak along with the brown trousers and belt that he still wears today. It was odd because this nightmare had only been reoccurring for about 2 weeks now, and he had reluctantly ditched some of his old attire around 1988 when it was almost too tattered to be considered clothing.

The setting of this nightmare was less strange as it took place on his lake, which in real life, always remained frozen in his presence to the point where it would immediately freeze over if the surface was broken. This subconscious action was partially because he was a winter spirit, and they do tend to freeze things, but also because he was afraid. Afraid of exactly what, he would never know for sure; he just felt it had to be frozen just in case something happened.

Above all, though, it wasn't the clothing change or the familiar setting of the nightmare that shook him so. No, like all nightmares, it was the fear that ensued as it continued.

"Hello," he called out, expecting a response from at least someone who happened to be nearby his lake.

Seconds passed and there was nothing—not even the Wind had answered him.

So, the teen tried again, this time more tentative, "Hello?"

When no answer came yet again, Jack stood rigid, his eyes wide as a cold realization hit him square in the face: he was truly alone.

Hoping that it wasn't true, Jack began walking hurriedly along the inner perimeter of the lake, his eyes frantically searching the surrounding woods to see if anyone was there, his face adopting a distressed expression as he continued to call out.

"Hello!?"

Trees, trees, trees, that's all his eyes found as he grew dizzy from the frantic search, the dreary night sky seemingly collapsing into itself as he continued. Again and again, he repeated the action, his voice snowballing into a more desperate plea each time.

"Is anyone there?! Please! Someone answer me!"

The world was spinning.

There was no stopping it.

He was alone in the world.

Finally, the pitiful spirit crumpled to the ground into an anguished weeping mess, wondering why this has happened to him—why was he left alone for 300 years—why did no one like him—why didn't anyone care about him—why?

In between sobs, he only breathed that one word. "Why, why, why, why, why…"

Why am I cursed to be alone?! Why?

He directed his icy-blue eyes to the Moon, and his tears froze as they began to roll down his cheeks.

Given the chance, Jack knew that he would accept anyone as a friend. Anyone. In fact, he would do almost anything for just a smidge of attention.

But the Moon, he was different. The Moon was his creator, and Jack didn't understand him. When the Moon first raised him up from his lake, he was scared, but then he saw how the Moon had chased all of the darkness away, his fear vanquished. Didn't that mean the Moon cared about him in some small way? If so, why didn't the Moon want a relationship with his own creation? Maybe, Jack thought, if I beg.

"Please…" The winter child quietly pleaded to the Moon.

"Just talk to me…"

Soon after, a twinge of hope appeared in Jack's cold, lonely heart as the Moon seemed to grow brighter, a promisingly good sign. Unfortunately, however, dark clouds carelessly rolled over the celestial body after a few moments, blotting out its light, and just like a young spring flower that was introduced to his frost, Jack's hopes had shriveled up and died.

Now defeated and utterly hopeless, Jack Frost let his head fall limp into his arms again, tears flowing once more as he trembled. From above, soft flurries began their descent.

After a few moments of silence, just when the winter spirit thought that all he had wanted was someone to talk to, a chorus of familiar voices echoed throughout his desolate home and taunted him, the snowfall growing in intensity with each comment as he curled in on himself.

"Ugh, I see you're ruining our beautiful leaves—again."

"Jack, you just have to accept the fact that we as winter spirits are not meant to be as sociable or as likeable as the other seasons. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go."

"Jack Frost? What is a worthless spirit like you doing in my season? Pfft, I'm surprised you haven't melted away yet. Luckily, I might be able to speed up the process if you don't beat it soon."

The winter spirit held his hands up to his ears in hopes of blocking out the unwanted comments.

It didn't work.

"Don't kid yourself. Winter is the opposite of fun. The sooner you get that through your thick skull, the better."

"Maybe we would be able to have spring early if you would just leave me alone for once, you annoying excuse for a nature spirit!"

He desperately wanted it to stop.

"After we catch you, you're going to wish you would've stayed under that lake, Jack Freakin' Frost!"

"He—is a nuisance. A troublemaker. A mistake."

"Oi! What're you doin', ya bloody monster!"

He curled further in on himself.

"Jack Frost is just an expression, sweetheart; he isn't real."

…

Jack didn't know when the obtrusively cruel comments ceased but continued to keep his eyes shut tightly, still holding his hands to his ears as he sat in the same spot on his lake. When all seemed clear, the forlorn spirit tucked his hands to his sides, firmly hugging himself in distress as he took deep breaths, not daring to open his teary eyes for a second after convincing himself that keeping them shut would somehow hide him from further pain and despair.

"Jack!"

Suddenly, the teen jerked his head up, eyes opened wide with confusion and wonder as he abandoned his earlier belief. This voice, this young girl's voice struck him as familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time—almost as if he's heard it before but wasn't sure. From his spot on the lake, he began to look around for the source even if he knew none would appear.

"Jack!..."

There it was again. Jack was perplexed as he tried to figure out where he had heard this voice before. Just then, the disembodied voice of the girl let out a laugh, and he smiled subconsciously after hearing the joyful noise.

During these few seconds, the winter spirit had almost forgotten about the depressing events from earlier. Now, he was entirely engrossed in wondering who the familiar voice belonged to; he just had to know. However, once he got to his feet to speak out to the voice in hopes of knowing who it belonged to, not only did the curious, carefree atmosphere shift, but the girl's happy tone had also changed.

"Jack?"

"Hello?" He replied to the air.

Cra-ack

The wintry spirit would've been more confused at the uncertainty in her voice, but was too focused on the ice beneath him that had suddenly cracked under his weight. He walked away from the spot to avoid the thin ice that should've froze over thickly in his presence, but surprisingly, hadn't. The cracks began to follow him, however, and at that point, Jack knew something was very wrong.

"Jack, I'm scared," the now-distressed voice called out.

CR-CRAAACK-sshhh

Jack barely had a second to think of why she would be scared before unexpectedly plummeting into the icy water below. He gasped in shock, filling his lungs with some of the water. Then, before he could reach the surface, it froze over, leaving him trapped.

Scared didn't even describe what he felt like right now; he was absolutely terrified.

He pounded desperately against the ice with his fists, hoping to somehow break it, but unfortunately, this action caused a new layer of ice to form every time he came into contact with it. Soon enough, the winter spirit began to cough from the earlier in-take of water, thus causing him to inhale even more. His struggling soon became feeble as he stilled and succumbed to the darkness of the lake, his lungs frozen. He looked up at the Moon as its light refracted through the ice, the scene filling him with a strange sense of déjà vu as he sank further and further to the bottom of the lake, unable to change his fate.

After closing his tired eyes, unwanted images of the frostbitten faces of children began racing through his mind, filling him with dread and self-hate. These children, they were always stiff and pale with frostbite covering their cheeks, fingers, and noses, their expression devoid of life as their glassy eyes stared up at nothing in particular. It always pained him to see children who were once alive have their life taken from them because of something as little and stupid as not wearing enough clothing, getting lost in a blizzard because they wanted to keep playing in the snow, or disobeying their parents when they tell them to go warm up inside. And the worst part was—he couldn't do anything about it but watch as they died.

As the years passed, Jack had just accepted that winter was the season of death. It didn't make it any easier to watch the process happen, though. He blamed himself whenever he came across a freezing child lost in the snow. But, in the end, he knew it wasn't really his fault. Why didn't anyone just believe him?

When Jack opened his eyes in hopes of escaping the horrid imagery trapping his mind, the scenery around him had changed and was now completely different, much to his utter surprise; this scenery change has never happened in the reoccurring nightmare before. Looking around, he knew that he was no longer in the depths of the icy lake—he was currently in a snowy clearing, now walking along a wide path as if nothing had happened—his mood suddenly lighthearted.

Eventually, he stumbled upon a group of children playing in the snow. For some reason, all of them strangely looked familiar. He shook the thought off, though, as he watched most of them participate in a snowball fight while others built snow forts and the like.

So, to join the fun, Jack scooped some snow off the ground and formed a perfect snowball in his hands before blowing on it with his icy breath, turning it a light-blue hue. The wintry teen then promptly took aim at one of the unsuspecting children, a brown-haired boy that was not yet taking part in a snowball fight, and proceeded to throw it at him.

As expected, the snowball hit the boy right in the back of the head, eliciting a surprised "oof" from him. The boy reached his hand up to where the snowball had hit and gave a small laugh, drawing the attention of the other children. Jack smiled as he saw his magic, which sparkled around the boy's brown eyes, come into play, causing the boy to give a huge smile as he looked around at his friends mischievously.

"Okay, who threw that?"

Jack chuckled whilst scooping up some more snow, watching closely with glee as the boy scanned the area for the perpetrator. The winter spirit was just about to throw another snowball when the child looked his way, his gaze seeming like it was directly on him. One by one, the other children did the same.

Confused, Jack looked behind himself, expecting something to be there that would cause such a reaction within the kids, but then a realization hit him hard when the brown-haired boy spoke his next few words.

"Jack, was that you?"

…

Jack's heart skipped a beat as he gaped at them with disbelief, his brain trying to process what had just happened.

They-they can SEE me?!

Suddenly, overwhelming happiness and relief flooded his senses—he had to refrain himself from shedding a tear as immense joy engulfed him entirely. His mind raced as he tried to formulate an answer to the boy's—his first believer's—question in his head, the children's faces eager as they waited on his reply.

After what seemed like a millennium, Jack opened his mouth to answer and—

Unfortunately, though, that answer never came as Jack jolted awake from his nightmare-turned-dream, almost falling from his branch during the process. Above him, golden sand that he had come to know as Dreamsand began to disappear as he looked around groggily for the disturbance.

It was still night and Wind was swirling strongly around him as if she wanted to play. After discovering it was just Wind who had woke him, though, the winter spirit rolled his eyes, taking notice that his bruised one still hurt, before closing them again, wishing desperately to return to the wonderful dream that he was having as he shifted back into a comfortable position and tried to ignore her. Wind, however, continued her playful pestering.

"Wind, knock it off," the sleepy teen grumbled as Wind persistently tugged at him.

She didn't stop. By now, Jack was growing irritated. What is wrong with her? He thought heatedly. Why is she bugging me to play with her right now? Wind tugged at him hard one last time before Jack snapped.

He jerked up once more and yelled, "I SAID STOP IT!"

Crunch

Jack immediately straightened at the noise that came from the surrounding forest with Wind stopping nearly at the same time. He now understood what Wind was doing; she was warning him.

Granted, the noise could've simply been a forest creature walking through the woods but something was off.

With narrowed blue eyes and stilled breath, the winter spirit surveyed his surroundings from the high vantage point of the tree branch that he had previously been sound asleep on.

Nothing—there was nothing.

Despite this, Jack couldn't help but still feel a little uneasy.

So, with caution, he swiftly jumped down from the branch, Wind catching his fall with ease. Then, he began to walk the perimeter of his lake, holding a defensive stance while he scanned the area.

As he walked softly on the ice, he tapped his staff on the passing trees and foliage, effectively spreading frost, hoping to scare off whatever disturbed him and Wind.

Eventually, when he reached where he had initially started walking, he stopped and waited a moment, listening to hear if there were any other suspicious noises, but he heard nothing.

With a halfhearted sigh of relief, Jack turned his back on the desolate lake, giving Wind a bitter look for scaring him so bad for nothing. "Wind, the next time you want to scare me like that, please don't wake me up from a dream—or more preferably, at all."

As Wind began to pick up again, the frost spirit ignored her while he shuffled back to his tree, slowly stretching out his stiff sprained arm as he did so. Suddenly, however, something whirling had whizzed past his head, causing Jack to recoil in surprise before watching the object lodge itself into the tree's bark. After quickly recovering, he examined the object that had been dangerously close to grazing his head moments before only to find out that it was a boomerang.

Instantaneously, loud footsteps and the sound of humming wings sounded behind him, and Jack immediately turned around, his breathing heightening as his eyes widened at the sight before him.

It was the Guardians.

The Guardians.

Jack Frost blinked a few times to clear his vision and make sure he wasn't still dreaming—or more appropriately—having another nightmare.

In the moonlight, standing next to his frozen lake, the Guardians of Childhood held a prelude to what seemed to be battle stances. Nicholas St. North's usual jolly expression—from what Jack remembered seeing a few times in the past—was now a furious scowl as he gripped two intimidating sabers, one in each hand. It took him a moment, but Jack also recognized the figure to the left of him as the Sandman, who was currently floating nearby on a cloud of golden sand, his face contorted into a heated look as he tossed a ball of his sand back and forth maliciously. To the left of the little man, was none other than Bunny.

Of course.

Jack should've known who that boomerang that nearly took his head off had belonged to at first sight; he had seen it used once before in the Blizzard of '68. The rabbit-kangaroo stood his full height as he held a combative stance, his nostrils flaring with utmost animosity, and his dangerous green eyes piercing daggers through Jack—a look that can only be described as murderous. Jack quickly shifted his gaze to the feathery figure on the other side of the "Not So Jolly St. Nick." The Tooth Fairy, he presumed, was glowering at him with loathing, a small group of similar hummingbird-like mini-fairies around her sharing the same expression.

Only one thought crossed his mind after assessing the current situation: But what do they want with me?

Judging by the angry, hateful expressions, and the drawn weapons, Jack knew that is was safe to assume that this was not a friendly little meetup they decided to have with him, and to say the least, he was both confused and intimidated.

Suddenly, as if on cue, Nicholas St. North stepped forward with both swords still drawn and began to speak directly to him in a booming voice.

"Jack Frost, we are here to end you on behalf of all of the children you have murdered. This is the price you must pay for all of the innocence you have destroyed so prepare yourself and pray for mercy for you will receive NONE FROM US!"

Bewildered at what he had just heard spew from the stout Guardian's mouth, Jack furrowed his brow and took a step back, the clouds above beginning to release flurries. To the Guardians, he assumed that this action must've been seen as a sign that he wanted to fight because they charged forward almost immediately afterwards.

Shooting upwards into the air, Jack floated above the approaching, condemning group and was ready to start demanding answers, but was interrupted when something fast and feathery—the Tooth Fairy, he had realized—knocked him out of the moonlit sky.

Landing on the ground with a hard thud and an "oof," Jack barely had enough time to catch his breath before Nicholas St. North began to march towards him, his swords brandishing dangerously close. Eyes wide and heart pounding, the winter spirit scrambled to his feet and turned around to flee only to get a face full of grey fur instead. He quickly directed his ice-blue eyes up to see what he had ran into only to meet with grass-green ones a short moment before being roughly shoved backwards by the tall rabbit.

Jack slammed into the base of a tree, quickly becoming disorientated as his injured ribs twinged in pain. When he looked back up, the Guardians were slowly closing in on him, surrounding the tree as he leaned on it for support; he was faltering slightly from the pain but refrained from cradling his ribs. Hoping to both stall and get some answers, Jack sounded the main question running through his mind, "What are you talking about?! I didn't do anythi—"

"Shut up, ya frosty ratbag!" The Easter Bunny interjected darkly as he advanced closer to the winter spirit who had, in response to the interruption, taken on an indignant expression as they made eye contact. "You know exactly what you've done."

Swiftly, Bunny jumped high into the air, and Jack knew what would happen next before it had even occurred to the others. So, in response, the winter spirit promptly dodged the Easter Bunny's feet just a milli-second before they suddenly smashed into the tree's trunk. As he regained his balance, Jack quickly thrusted his staff towards the large, furious rabbit, ignoring the pain of his sprained arm, and effectively caused a very cold blast of wind to blow in the rabbit's face, gaining a surprised yell in response to the bitingly-cold dose of face freezing that had knocked him off his large feet.

Seeing this, the Tooth Fairy and her small flock of fairies tried to swoop towards the wintry teen in an endeavor to pin him back to the tree, but Jack dodged her attempt and immediately sent the same icy attack to her backside, eliciting a scream of shock from her as she landed hard on the ground, her wings frozen. Her fairies chirped wildly as they went to aid their queen. Briefly, Jack's eyes met with Santa's and the Sandman's as they seemingly stood there in fleeting shock at what he had just done before quickly continuing to advance towards him, their threatening expressions returning.

Without looking back, Jack began to sprint as fast as he could, his feet beating against the ground as he dashed deeper into the forest away from Burgess. He considered flying away, but at this point, he knew he was too weak to fly fast enough, and he didn't want risk a fall in case they caught up. Not far behind him, he could hear various shouts of frustration and annoyance that soon faded into the muffled sounds of nighttime as he disappeared from their sights, weaving through several trees and shrubs as he continued his swift evasion. Panting, the young frost spirit soon came across a creek, stopping once at the edge of the shallow water to hide behind a small tree to think.

I can't just keep running like this, he thought, and since they won't listen to reason, I need a place to hide.

In the silence of the night, Jack soon thought of the perfect temporary hiding place. Of course, though, that quiet moment was soon shattered by a yell of indifference from far behind him.

"THERE HE IZ!" A Russian voice roared through the silence, startling Jack out of his thoughts.

The wintry teen swiftly pushed himself off the small tree and ran quickly across the water of the creek, freezing it in his wake as the Guardians followed suit not too far behind.

Risking a glimpse over his shoulder, he only saw Nicholas St. North barreling after him with sabers still in hand as he yelled. The Sandman was not far behind the Russian Guardian as he floated speedily on his golden cloud, though. Meanwhile, the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Kangaroo were nowhere in sight, probably still recovering from his ice-attacks.

Looks like those two are taken cared of, he thought thankfully as he continued to run, for now, at least.

Soon, the Russian's yelling had disappeared as Jack lost them yet again, now arriving in a moonlit clearing with many barren trees due to the past winter weather. Knowing he didn't have much time, he hid behind the nearest object for cover: a large oak tree known to him as the Oak of Sorrows, a familiar sanctuary to him. The wintry teen was certain that his pursuers would pass by him in a hurry without checking the area. With his back pressed to the large tree, his erratic breathing continued, his heart pounding wildly as he thought of ways to defend himself if they were to find him and do who knows what.

Just then, however, his breathing involuntarily stilled as he heard the sound of footsteps approach. They suddenly softened as if their owners knew he was close by. Just as things couldn't get any worse, the rustle of foliage filled his ears as he heard the Guardians searching through nearby bushes, getting closer and closer to his hiding place.

Jack wasn't sure his heart had ever gone so fast. A twig snapped from what sounded like only a few feet away and he tensed even more—they were so close. He debated on whether he should stay in case they suddenly gave up and began looking somewhere else but he knew that he had to go.

After building up the courage and another ice-attack, Jack bolted from behind the tree and continued to run, surprising his pursuers when he shot an icy blast in every direction from his staff. With a trail of frost now following behind him, he gave a short glance back as he dashed through a thicket to see the Guardians quickly gaining on him with Bunny being the closest, contributing to his anxiety tenfold.

"Get back here, ya bloody killer!"

Wow, that's a new one.

Suddenly, something whirled past Jack's head, and he promptly ducked as it—a boomerang, he realized—came back towards him seconds later. Soon after and without warning, a ball of golden sand was hurled in his direction, missing him by just an inch before hitting a nearby tree and dispersing into the air to mix with falling snowflakes.

By now, Jack was growing exhausted; his legs were strained, his sore ribs trembled with every raspy breath, and he just wasn't sure he could take much more running. Somehow noticing this, Wind began to howl vehemently throughout the landscape as she ushered the winter spirit to keep going whilst she slowed down his pursuers with strong gusts. It seemed to work because when Jack gave a quick glance over his shoulder, he watched as the so-called Guardians struggled to keep up as Wind blew against them; all of them shielded their faces as they faltered against the sheer force while both the Sandman and the Tooth Fairy had taken to the ground probably from the fear of being blown away.

Grateful, he called out, "Thanks, Wind!"

In hopes of slowing them down further, Jack laid down some slick ice on the trail with a wave of his staff as he ran a little slower than before. The angered yells of shock that met his ears a few seconds later told him that his endeavor was successful.

"I bloody swear I'm gonna kill 'em myself!"

That one in particular made the wintry teen grin as he continued to look back at his pursuers who were now scrambling to their feet with Bunny specifically having a harder time getting off the slick ice.

Take that, ya stupid kangaroo!

Jack turned forward and just when he had thought he was so close to loosing them again, his grin of triumph vanished as he saw an enormous obstacle in his path.

Oh no.

Coming to the end of the trail, Jack slid to a stop, panting with exhaustion as his crystal-blue eyes searched desperately for an escape but did not find one. The wall of rock—almost like a small cliffside—that surrounded the trail seemed to continue forever; he was trapped.

From behind, the sound of heavy footfalls and fluttering wings soon followed his dreadful realization.

"Frost," Nicholas St. North spat from behind him, his accent thick with animosity. "You have nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Now, it iz time that you face us."

The winter spirit steadied his breathing and hardened his gaze as he turned to face them.

This was it.

He turned completely, and as expected, the Guardians held the same, if not more threatening, battle stances from before as they slowly closed in on him, their expressions contorted into scowls of utter anger.

Now, as Jack backed away from the supposed figures of childhood surrounding him, he held a defensive stance and waited for them to make their next move.

With his brow furrowed and a dangerous glint in his cold eyes, he practically dared them to.

Just then, though, something unexpected happened.

A ball of mini-fairies frantically rushed to the hummingbird-hybrid they called queen out of nowhere, twittering madly about something seemingly urgent. This immediately distracted the Guardians for a few seconds as they reluctantly turned their attention to the now-distressed Tooth Fairy and her minions.

Now's my chance.

This distraction gave Jack the perfect opportunity to slink away and hide from them or at least give him some more time to run before they realized he had disappeared. So, without further delay, the wintry teen looked around for a hiding place and quickly found a hidden crevice in the rocky barrier that looked just about his size—it was perfect. As silent as possible, Jack floated weakly into the hidden opening in the rocky barrier with the help of Wind. There, he settled himself as he tried to calm his breathing, and listened to them as they spoke.

"VHAT?! Pitch Black?!"

"Oi, what?!"

"That's what they're saying! Oh, my poor fairies! We need to hurry!"

"But Tooth, we—aaand she's gone."

He listened as the mini-fairies' chittering ceased. Then, the sound of many beating wings disappeared as soon as it came, causing Jack to assume that the Fairy of teeth and her mini-brigade had definitely left, confirming the Easter Kangaroo's comment as true. From where he was, Jack could hear North's groan of irritation perfectly fine as they discovered soon after that he had disappeared from them.

"AARGH! WE VILL BE BACK FOR YOU, JACK FROST!"

…

"I'll take my tunnels."

"Oh, no, no, no, we take sleigh!"

With that, their voices and footsteps started to fade quickly, and Jack let out the biggest sigh of relief he's ever released. The weary teen then slumped further into the hidden crevice, utterly exhausted. As he laid there, body aching, he had no doubt that the injuries he had received from earlier were more inflamed, and he would feel it later when the adrenaline wore off. But none of this mattered to Jack right now. What mattered was that the so-called Guardians were no longer hounding after him for something he never even did and were now gone. For now, at least.

Jack's attention was directed to the Moon as its light entered the crevice he was hiding in. He promptly closed his eyes and relaxed, grateful.

Thank the Moon that they had better things to do.

A/N:

Yay, I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading! Feel free to leave a review on what you liked, didn't like, or anything! Any questions are also appreciated! As a side note, I know most of you are wondering when Jack's suffering will end, and just know that the next chapters will contain very little angst for our favorite winter spirit when compared to recent ones (I cannot say the same for later chapters, though, mwhahaha). Of course, in the end, though, it will get better for him. Also, expect to see the owners of those voices from Jack's nightmare (some of which you've already seen), in later chapters (some through flashbacks). Next chapter will revolve around the Guardians' perspective of what happened in this chapter along with other things that will ultimately reveal that they do need help with getting rid of a bigger threat (*cough* *cough* Pitch *cough* Black *cough*), and the help that they need is from someone they would never expect. :} Well, that's all for now! Thanks for your amazing support, and until next time, bye!