Summary: In which they say hello

CHAPTER FOUR: The Sound of All Sounds

Ben called her every morning.

Both days between their emotionally fraught dinner and the follow-up appointment, he called her at 10am sharp. He knew she'd be finished with her morning routine by then and ready to start working. He was already at work, of course, but told her he scheduled a little break in so he could be alone to call. He always called for one reason: to know how she was feeling, if she was alright.

They were not, she learned after the first call, the same questions. The first referred to her physical comfort, and the second to her emotions. The answers varied wildly between the two days. The first she felt fine and nervous but excited. The second, she felt gross and utterly overwhelmed. He almost left work for that one, until she angrily forbade him from doing so.

Rey couldn't decide if this new habit was annoying or sweet. Maybe a little bit of both. She supposed it wasn't entirely fair to be irritated — he was obviously trying to figure out what his role of support entailed here. They were both out at sea in terms of experience. Ben was an only child, Rey a foundling, and neither of them had any notion of what to expect.

"I think there's a book for that," Ben told her the second morning, when she confessed that she had no idea about any of this.

"No thanks," she said softly.

Rey thought a pregnancy book would probably scare her more than reassure her. She wasn't sure she wanted to read it. Even though she had decided to go through with this, her emotions were still a little haywire and she didn't feel confident that she could read about her inevitable fate without freaking out.

It was still really new.

The morning of the appointment, Ben did not call her.

He knocked on her door instead.

She glanced at her clock and frowned. He was early. She closed her fridge and went to open the door for him. It was the first time she'd seen him since that night, and even though he looked relatively the same, there was definitely something different about him. His perfect lush hair was disheveled a bit, like he'd been running his hand through it too many times. His dark eyes glittered with something she had never seen before in the years of their acquaintance. He grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry, I know I'm early."

"Yeah," she said, opening the door wider and moving aside so he could come in. "You are."

He followed her to the kitchen and sat on one of her island stools, watching as she opened the fridge yet again to stare at the contents with growing dissatisfaction.

"So," she said awkwardly, pulling open the cheese drawer, frowning and closing it again. "How's work?"

"I thought it might be hard to focus, but with this presentation coming up I haven't really been able to be distracted. Which is a good thing, I guess."

Rey closed the fridge and just grabbed a glass of water instead, sliding onto a stool next to him. "When is the presentation?"

"Tomorrow. You're not going to eat?"

She shrugged. "Guess not. Nothing looks good."

He frowned. "I think you should."

"Ben," she said warningly. "I didn't invite you to give me nutrition advice."

"I've been doing that for years and you've never complained. Besides, you turning down food is practically headline news, so I'd be worried regardless the reason. This doesn't necessarily have to do with what I did to you." He stood and went to her cupboards, searching through them. "What have you been eating the last few mornings?"

"Mostly the main things. Cereal, toast, muffins," she said, which was more or less true. She'd nibble on her normal breakfast foods, but most of it went uneaten. This was the first day that absolutely none of them had appealed at all. "Seriously, though, you don't need to find something for me to eat. I'm fine."

"No dice. Sounds like you're just subsisting on carbs. That sugary cereal you like isn't a good breakfast. No wonder you don't want to eat."

She sighed. "I'm fine. Can't I just listen to my own body, Ben? It doesn't want any food."

"I'm not sure you can rely on those signals right now. Your body is working on something else a lot bigger than just keeping you alive. This project takes precedence, and it needs energy to devote to it. You need to eat, for both of you."

"Why do I feel like you're comparing this pregnancy to your presentation at work?"

"I'm not, I swear," he said, flashing her an innocent grin. "Can I make you an egg?"

She grimaced. "Please don't. Eggs make me want to gag. They stink. Just face it, you're not going to be able to find anything appealing. And that's okay."

"I'm not backing down from this challenge, Rey. I will find you food that you actually you want."

"Good luck," she snorted.

He drummed his fingers on the counter, thinking. "We're early enough, we could grab something on our way. Maybe a smoothie?"

It was the easiest conquest in the world.

Instantly, Rey's pride dissolved away because her mouth started to water and her whole body perked up at the suggestion. Something cold sounded wonderful. Without even giving him an answer, she went to find her shoes. She heard him chuckle softly behind her and murmur privately to himself.

"Now that's more like it."

She ignored this. It wasn't hard to admit how pleasant it was to have him taking care of her while she was sick, so she didn't know why she resisted it now. He was so very good at it.

A half an hour later they were on their way to the appointment, Rey happily nursing a protein-and-vitamin-infused passion fruit smoothie in the passenger seat, and a preening, proud Ben working on his own green veggie-and-fruit concoction that she thought sounded terrible behind the wheel. He kept glancing at her with this smug, victorious look.

"Yeah, yeah, Solo, keep gloating. You won this time," she grumbled at him.

"I'll win every time," he said confidently.

She laughed. "We'll see."

The smoothie did have a little bit a chalky flavor she didn't love, probably from the protein and vitamins Ben had insisted on, but Rey didn't mind. It wasn't unpleasant enough to drown out the sheer bliss of something so very cold sitting in her disgruntled stomach, soothing it. She might have to buy some produce and make her own at home. This was hitting the spot the way no food had in the last few weeks.

"So," Ben asked after a few minutes of contented silence, "have you told that Thomas guy about this?"

Rey frowned. "No? Why would I tell him?"

Ben snorted. It was a soft, incredulous noise. "Maybe he's a better man than I am, but this news could definitely change his level of interest in you."

"What does that mean?" She shot him an irritated look.

"It means he might not want to pursue a relationship with you. I wouldn't, if I were in his place. I would not want to get involved with a woman carrying another man's baby if that man were still hanging around doing all the fatherly things. I wouldn't know what my role would be."

Rey hated the way she blushed, the way her insides seemed to curl in on themselves in pleasure at the tiniest note of possessiveness in his voice. A faint echo of the way he growled his ownership of her while they were intimate. His baby.

"I mean," she mumbled in an attempt at resentfulness, "I'm going to tell him at some point, obviously. I just don't see why I'd tell him before I told Rose. We've only been on one date. I don't owe him anything."

Ben glanced over at her, setting his cup in the cupholder. "You haven't told Rose? I thought she'd be the first person."

"As if I would tell her before I told you?" The thought had never even occurred to her. She loved Rose better than anyone in the world except Ben, but only he mattered right now, in this context. "You and only you are the other half of this equation, and so you and only you need to know right now. After that, I'll decide when I'm ready to tell her or anyone else. Right now, I'm not. I want this to just be ours."

"Fair enough," he said gently. "For what it's worth, I'm glad you feel that way."

"What about you? Have you told anyone?"

"No."

She hadn't thought to be concerned about it, but she sighed in soft relief anyway. The moment their friends knew about this, they were going to go absolutely bananas. She wanted to put that inevitable scene off for as long as possible. And then there was Ben's family too…

"How is your mother going to feel about this?" She asked in soft, dawning horror. His mother been on Ben's case to settle down and start a family for years now, but Rey was certain this was not what she meant.

"I have no idea," he said, sounding a little amused. "At least she gets the grandchild she'd been asking me for, so…she can't complain too much, right?

Rey experienced the tiniest flicker of something — gladness? That at least Ben could give this new little person a family to belong to. A tribe. Grandparents, a great aunt and uncle, a large extended network of people his parents were connected too. Rey had no idea what it was like to grow up with that. With people, not even just one but many people, who loved her.

Yes, she was glad again that if this had to happen, it was with Ben.

They pulled into the parking lot of the office and headed inside. Rey got checked in while Ben selected a seat in the waiting room and picked up a magazine. He looked cool and calm, like being in a women's health clinic was not at all awkward for him. Rey appreciated that, at least.

She did notice a few of the women, waiting in their own chairs, kept sneaking glances in his direction. It wasn't surprising. Rey had always known how women tended to look twice or three times at Ben when they were out and about. He was an unusual looking giant, with his broad, tall body and his long, angular face and plush lips. Ben himself didn't seem to be aware of the affect he had, and more than once acted baffled if Rey told him about women checking him out.

Right now, though, it didn't amuse her. It made her feel territorial. She stalked back to sit beside him and took his hand.

It was a silly gesture. They weren't together like that. But some instinctual, animal thing inside her wanted to signal to these women that she had captured his DNA and welded it to her own, she was carrying this fine alpha specimen's offspring, not them.

Ridiculous. She knew she was being ridiculous.

Ben gave her a curious glance but let it happen, slotting his fingers into hers, oblivious as always at the attention of others.

A few minutes later the same MA from before appeared in the doorway, calling her name. They stood and she let him go, feeling a little foolish now that she'd had a moment to come to her senses. The other women could look all they wanted. Ben wasn't hers. Not like that, anyway.

They stopped at the scale and noted Rey's weight, something that made her both acutely aware of Ben's presence and also how this choice was going to change her body a lot in the coming weeks.

"So you're just here to talk to Doctor Holdo about your pregnancy?" The MA asked when they got into the exam room — a different room from the one before. This one put her instantly on guard, and her gaze darted around at all the unfamiliar trappings. Instead of a normal bed-looking table, there was a huge and ominous chair-like thing with wide stirrups on either side, and a machine next to it with all sorts of attachments. There was also a big screen on the wall. Rey shivered. This looked like fearful things happened here.

Ben nudged her.

Oh, right. She blinked at the MA again. "Uh, yes. Sorry."

She was beckoned over to the terrifying chair and there had her temperature read with a forehead scanner.

The MA glanced at Ben, taking a seat in one of the ordinary visitor chairs, and then she glanced again. Yep. Her too. Rey frowned.

The girl was about Rey's own age. Shorter, cuter, with white-blond hair swept up into a high ponytail and bright blue eyes. Her cheeks pinked a little as she looked away from Ben and slid the blood pressure cuff up Rey's arm. Of course she thought Ben was hot. He was hot.

"Your blood pressure," the girl noted, glancing at her. "It's a little elevated."

"Do I need to be worried about that?" Rey managed to grind out, feeling nothing charitable towards her at all.

"No," she chirped, smiling. "It's not in a dangerous range, it's just a little higher than your usual. Are you experiencing some stress?"

"You could say that."

"No worries, it's just something to keep an eye on." The MA glanced at Ben again.

"Can't imagine what you'd have to be stressed about," he said mildly, meeting Rey's eye with an amused sort of smirk.

He thought he knew. He didn't. She wasn't going to tell him.

Ben dated. She knew this. He had girlfriends. His last one, Bazine, he'd dated for almost eight months. Rey had no reason to feel antagonistic towards this cute medical assistant, and she really needed to get a hold of herself because this was no way to go on.

"Okay," the other girl said cheerfully after she finished taking Rey's vitals. She wasn't this chipper last time, Rey thought rebelliously. "Doctor Holdo should be in shortly!"

She gave Ben one last curious look and a bright smile before breezing out of the room.

"You look like you just sucked a lemon," Ben remarked when they were alone in the quiet room with the lurking machine.

Rey pressed her lips into a tight line and said nothing. If she told him she was feeling irrationally jealous of the medical assistant's interest in him, she'd be both revealing her irrationality and alerting him to a potential date, if he hadn't already noticed. And she was willing to be he hadn't, because Ben could be kind of obtuse like that.

When she didn't reply, he stood up and started wandering around the room, investigating everything. She sat stone-still as he approached the machine with all its attachments. He glanced up at the screen.

"Are they going to do an ultrasound?"

Oh. It hadn't occurred to her that this is what the machine might be for. It looked a lot scarier than what she'd seen on TV. This one had a huge…wand…thing. Ben noticed it too. He pointed.

"Does that go where I think it goes?"

"I don't know," Rey hissed. "Maybe this is the abortion room. She doesn't know what I decided. Maybe she thinks I'm going to end it."

He laughed.

"What?" she demanded. "You don't think so?"

"No, I don't. Are they going to put on a movie for you while they do it?" He asked, motioning to the screen. "Maybe Rosemary's Baby or something awful to really make you confident in your decision?"

Rey couldn't help it, she snorted a little at that.

Ben snooped around a bit more, finding a latex glove box and removing one. Before Rey knew what he intended to do with it, the door opened.

Doctor Holdo came in, smiling and radiant and still purple. Her smile grew when she saw Ben standing there by Rey, still seated on the chair thing.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Holdo. Who am I meeting here today?"

She extended a hand. Ben shook it. "Hey, Doc. I'm Ben. I'm…I guess I'm the father."

"You guess," Rey scoffed.

"Ben, wonderful to meet you," Holdo said smoothly. As she turned her attention to Rey, Ben went back to the chairs. Holdo pulled up a rolling stool. "And how are you doing? You were pretty rattled by our last visit."

"I'm okay now," Rey said quickly. Maybe a little too quickly. "Or…I think I'm okay. It's still a lot to process."

Holdo nodded sympathetically. "I understand. Have you thought about your options? There's plenty we can do about this. It's up to you."

She didn't even look at Ben, Rey realized. Her meaning was clear. This was Rey's choice. That was a good role for the doctor to play, she knew. Holdo couldn't know if Ben had pressured her into one decision or another. But Rey was glad to know they'd arrived at the same conclusion, so she could confidently report — or as confidently as she could muster:

"I want to keep it."

Holdo smiled again, her eyes illuminating. "Okay! Well then it looks like we're having a baby!"

Rey swallowed and glanced at Ben, who was watching her with a soft sort of expression she couldn't decipher.

"So, what happens now?" she asked Holdo.

"Well, we can take a peek and see where we're at. What do you say?" She patted the machine. "A quick ultrasound will let us know that everything's proceeding okay and confirm the viability of the pregnancy."

"Um, is it with that thing?" Rey asked, pointing to the wand.

Holdo nodded. "It's too small to find with an external ultrasound right now, so we do it vaginally. It's quick, and it doesn't hurt, I promise."

"Okay," Rey agreed in a small voice.

Holdo spun around and pulled open a drawer, removing a clean white sheet. "Okay, then I'll go out for a minute and if you could just get dressed from the waist down, put this over your lap, then we can take a look. Sound good?"

"Good," Rey confirmed, nervous again.

Holdo gave her knee a reassuring pat and then headed for the door. She paused and pointed at Ben. "Do you want him to stay in here with you while you get undressed?"

Ben glanced at her for the answer too, amused.

As if he hadn't seen it all before, Rey thought with similar entertainment. He knew her physical form better than she did, she was pretty sure. He'd been studying her intimately for a couple years now. She didn't feel any shame being naked in front of him anymore.

"It's fine, he can stay."

Holdo smiled, nodded, and breezed on out.

"Your doctor has purple hair," he observed as she slid off the chair and started to pull her shoes off.

"Oh?" she said with playful sarcasm. "I hadn't noticed."

"I've just never met a doctor who didn't look like they stepped right off the medical professional assembly line," he chuckled.

"I like her a lot." Rey waded up her pants to hide her underwear in them and put them on the other chair by Ben. Then feeling particularly exposed and vulnerable, slunk back to the chair and pulled the sheet over her lap. The paper crinkled and stuck to the skin of her butt.

Ben took her things and started to fold them. He hid her neatly squared underwear beneath her precisely creased pants. "You seem nervous."

"Did you see the thing she wants to put in me?" she asked, motioning to it again.

He stood and came over to her side again, barely flicking a glance at the wand before he was looking back at her again, his eyes hooded, his soft, plush mouth twisted into a funny little smirk. "You're worried about that? I don't think you need to worry."

Rey blushed. "I didn't think about…but that's different. You know how to rile me up so I'm ready for it."

He slid a hand over her thigh, bare beneath the flimsy protection of the sheet. "If we had time, I could do that for you now."

"I really don't think we do," she stammered.

Proving her point, there came a soft knock at the door.

Ben lifted his hand but his little smile remained. He moved around to the other side of her chair to give the machine and its pending user some space. Rey glared at him, a harmless glare, really, and then told Holdo to come in.

Ben didn't go to his chair. He stayed beside Rey. Holdo flicked on the TV and then the ultrasound machine. She made sure the two were paired.

"I'm going to lower the chair, kind of like a dentist chair, is that okay?" she asked Rey briskly.

Rey nodded. The chair hummed beneath her as it leaned back, setting her at a slightly uncomfortable incline. She followed the subsequent instructions to put her feet into the stirrups. Meanwhile Holdo covered the wand in a sterile baggie and a generous amount of lube.

"Okay, little pressure, hun," Holdo crooned.

It really wasn't bad. Ben was right, she was used to more. The wand glided in smoothly and nestled there, almost not even noticeable until Holdo moved it around. Rey relaxed.

The TV screen showed an incomprehensible blur of black spaces and gray and white lines and shapes. Rey had no idea what any of it meant. Holdo shifted the wand a little until she found what she was searching for.

"There," she said with satisfaction. "See that?"

In a black void there was a shape, roundish, blurrish, with something fluttering in its center.

"Let's take a listen," Holdo said quietly, and clicked a button on the ultrasound machine. A noise emitted from the computer's speakers, hollow and rushing and frantic, like a rapid pulse in a wind tunnel.

"This is the embryo," Holdo pointed to the shape. "This is the sac that's starting to develop. That will protect your baby in amniotic fluid for the duration of the pregnancy. And that little thing," she pointed to the flutter. "Is what's making this sound. That's your baby's heartbeat."

Rey couldn't breathe. It felt like her own heart had stopped the moment she heard that second tiny one come to life. So fast, so steady. So strong. Inside her, some unfamiliar feeling was stirring, an instinct she'd never accessed awakening to the knowledge that there was something precious here to protect. That sound. It was the strangest but most welcome sound she'd ever heard. A heart beating where there wasn't one before. The thrumming of a life beginning to exist because of her. Tears welled up in her eyes but did not fall. She felt…she felt love.

A huge, warm hand slipped into hers. She held it tight. Barely managing to tear her gaze away from the screen, she glanced at Ben, who was staring at her in unconcealed wonder. Like she was the most miraculous thing he'd ever seen. He returned his attention to the TV and that wonder compounded again and again, as if he didn't know which was more astonishing, Rey or the fluttery little humanish roundish shape.

Holdo was watching them. She smiled. Her voice was soft and reverent as the steady rhythm of the heartbeat continued to fill the room. "So it looks like you're right about nine weeks, Rey. By next week, we can't call it an embryo anymore. This baby will be a full fledged fetus. Right now it's about the size of an—"

"An olive," Ben murmured, almost to himself. His deep voice thrummed in harmony with the heartbeat.

Holdo looked pleased. "Yes, about the size of an olive."

"How did you know that?" Rey asked him.

"I — found an app," he said, his gaze still glued to the TV. "Tells you week by week how big it is and what changes to expect. I think it's supposed to be for the mother. But I like it."

Rey hastily wiped away the tears that spilled over, the traitors, and looked back at the screen again. "Oh," she said softly, because it was the only thing she could manage.

"That should put your due date around October 10th," Holdo murmured. Then smiled brightly at them. "Hey, a Libra. That's a good sign. Nice and balanced. I bet you'll have a good baby."

October. The world would turn upside down in October.

Holdo took a few measurements on the computer, then clicked off the heart monitor and slowly withdrew the wand. She hooked it back in place and threw away the baggie. Another click of the computer and it printed out two copies of a little black frame with a white blob in the center.

"Baby's first photo," she joked, handing one to each of them. Ben let go of Rey to take his copy with both hands. "I'm gonna sit you up now, okay, sweetie?"

Rey put her feet down and sat back up with the chair, staring at the picture in her hand. It didn't capture any of the impossible magic of seeing the living proof on the screen, or the hearing it race through her ear.

"Okay," Holdo said, turning off both TV and machine and wheeling over in front of Rey again. "Next steps."

"Next steps," Rey repeated.

"I'll see you again in four weeks," Holdo said. "We'll meet once a month until you're about 28 weeks, unless you start to have complications. After that it'll be every two, and then every week towards the very end. But don't worry, you don't have to remember that right now. You'll have the anatomy scan ultrasound around 20 weeks, and you'll be able to find out the gender at that if you want."

Rey nodded.

Holdo continued. "You might start to feel more nauseated soon. It's kind of a myth that it goes away around twelve. Some women start to feel better around fourteen, fifteen weeks. Some things that can help with nausea — Ben, it's your job to help her remember some of these things, okay? Dads are here to help moms get through the tough stuff. She's got a lot going on, so remembering what things are better to eat than others is something you can do."

Great, thought Rey, knowing Ben was going to task this charge very seriously.

Holdo glanced between them. "So some things that can help with nausea. Firstly of all, believe it or not, food! It's really important that you eat."

Here Ben shot Rey a smug look. She pointedly ignored him.

"If you get too hungry, you'll get nauseated. Snack often. If big meals are too much to handle, just eat lots of small meals. High-protein snacks can really help stave off nausea. Mild foods and mild flavors might be your friend right now, but listen to your cravings and your aversions. Ginger is great at helping with nausea. A lot of women find ginger-ale very soothing. Peppermint gum can also help. I'll print you a list. Get on a good prenatal vitamin — keep in mind that more expensive doesn't always equal better. Some companies like to prey on expectant moms' fears and charge way more than they have to. Gummies tend to be easier on the stomach than the pills."

Rey was really glad somebody else was here right now taking note of these things because she was starting to feel a little bombarded with information. She was still coming down off the high of seeing the little life buried, snug and safe, inside her. Her mind wasn't ready to digest all of this info at once.

Holdo smiled knowingly. "Rey, if you ever have questions or concerns, you can call here any time. I know it's a lot. I'll give you some print-outs. If Ben's app is the one I'm thinking of, it's also a great resource and you should download it too. And don't worry. It looks like you've got a good partner in your corner. With the two of you on the same team, you and this baby are going to be just fine."

Rey exhaled a long breath, nodding.

Holdo glanced up at Ben. "Any questions, big guy?"

"Is there anything she needs to be careful of? Activities to avoid?" he asked.

"Roller coasters are out. No scuba diving." Holdo said with a grin. "But you should be fine with most things. Just avoid hot baths. Warm is fine, just not too hot."

"Um," Rey ventured cautiously, her face warming, and she refused to look at Ben. "Being...physical? Intimate?"

"That's fine, hun," Holdo said. "If it's done right, it can be good for your pelvic floor. Just don't get roller coaster-level rigorous. Listen to your body. It'll tell you your limits. And you," she gave Ben a rather intense look now. "You listen to her. She'll tell you her limits. She's already making your baby, she doesn't owe you anything else."

"Understood," Ben said, his voice gentle.

Rey wasn't even sure she meant being with Ben specifically (of course she did) but she was glad to know it wouldn't pose any great risk. She'd had some vague fear that it would jostle the embryo right out. Or something. She didn't know.

When they couldn't think of anything further to ask (Rey had a thousand questions but she couldn't make any of them come to mind at the moment) she finished up and bade them goodbye with instructions for Rey to make her next appointment at reception.

Ben took Rey's phone as he handed her clothes back to her and began messing around on he finished, he took the latex glove out of his pocket and blew it up like a balloon. By the time she was cleaned off and dressed, sliding the little printed ultrasound picture into her pocket, he was finished tying it up.

"A phone for you," he said, handing her the device. "And a chicken for you," he said to her belly, putting the inflated glove against it.

Rey took both, looking at the glove and finding it really did sort of look like a chicken, if the thumb were the beak. She smiled. Checking her phone to see what he'd done, she discovered that she had a new app.

"How'd you find this?" She asked him, not sure what else to address. She felt like they'd just been through some emotional journey together, and this app was the most neutral, safe thing to discuss. She clicked the app open.

Baby — October 10 — 9 Weeks

Beneath it had a little drawing of an olive, a 3D rendering of an alien-looking fetus thing, some info about baby's development, a rendering of a female form with a uterus.

"I wanted to know how big it was…" Ben said. He shrugged. "I googled it. Got directed to the app. I know you don't want to read the book, but I have to know what's coming down the road. I prefer to be prepared."

"I get that," she said, closing the app and her phone and tucking it into her other pocket. She held on to his makeshift glove balloon. "Thank you."

He smiled. "Mind if I hold your hand while we walk out? After that," he motioned to the screen, "I just feel like I really want to hold your hand."

"Okay," she said shyly, and let him take it. Despite all the hand-holding of their last encounter and today, this wasn't really something they did. It was too…relationship-y. Too much like boyfriends and girlfriends. And they weren't that. But Rey knew why he wanted to. She wanted it too. After witnessing the evidence of the life they made together, she felt so much closer to him. Close enough to need his hand in hers.

After she made the next appointment and they were back in the car, Ben announced they were going to go grocery shopping.

"But you have to get to work!" she protested.

"What's Luke going to do? Fire me? He already thinks I'm a screw up, me showing up hours late won't change that. And you need healthy things you're actually willing to eat. So don't argue with me on this, I'll win again."

She decided, just this once, to let him win without the argument.

A/N: Next up — a chapter from Ben's POV!

Also, I have no idea how many chapters this will be, since I'm just writing it on the fly to bring myself a bit of joy during this stressful time. But you will for sure know when it's done, because I'll announce that it's done. In the meantime, we'll just keep wading right through the fluff.