Chapter 18

A few days later, Eve had dropped off the ingredients she was able to obtain to the Spice Shop. She only stayed long enough to help Elizabeth pour and measure as needed into the shop's cauldron. Then she was off again to some secret mission assigned to her by HW.

The concoction wasn't terribly foul to the nose, but certainly wasn't pleasant. Elizabeth still had to let it simmer for several hours in the storage room. Per her instructions, Monroe had set up a modern camping tent the basement of the shop.

Trubel was still feeling the effects of having a broken ankle and, therefore, was unable to drive the seven hours needed to pick up Adalind and bring her back. Samantha was kind enough to volunteer to make the trip.

They planned it as best they could within their limitations, that the moment Sam arrived at Adalind's hotel, she would text Nick and let him know. He then had to make his way to the spice shop with the Staff and remain in the basement, resting in the tent. As Adalind traveled just a dozen or so miles closer to him, he knew his senses would begin to go into overdrive and he'd be incapacitated until they'd reversed what had been done.

Once Adalind was in the Portland area, she would text Renard who would bring Diana to the spice shop to hopefully restore her abilities.

Sitting in the tent for hours wasn't pleasant for Nick. The spice shop was in a busier part of Portland, more passing vehicles, more people talking to each other, more pigeons on the roof making their pigeon noises. It was a cacophony of sounds from all directions. He did his best to shield his ears, but with each passing hour, it became more and more difficult. Monroe had suggested noise canceling headphones, but unfortunately, they didn't work well enough and had the added effect of irritating the skin around his ears.

When Diana and Renard arrived at the shop, Monroe directed them into the basement. Not long after, Samantha arrived with Adalind, wearing her sheer curtain again. She hated wearing it, but refused to take it off around Diana. She knew that Diana didn't really care about her mother's outward Hexenbiest full Woge appearance, but nonetheless, she didn't like Diana seeing her that way if she could avoid it.

Elizabeth had been stirring the contents of the shop's cauldron, keeping it fresh. The low heat beneath it permeated the odor throughout the building.

With Nick being in the basement below her, she could speak in a somewhat normal voice so that he could hear what she was saying, "What we have to do, is place this cauldron in the tent with Nick, Adalind, Diana and the staff. We turn the heat up to a boil and you have to remain in the tent until the contents of the cauldron have completely evaporated. If anyone needs to go to the bathroom," she looked at her granddaughter for emphasis, "do it now."

Nick, stuck in the basement, texted Adalind a question to ask Elizabeth, "Nick wants to know how certain you are this will work."

Elizabeth shook her head, "We could not find any spell or potion that would reverse what was done except this one, and it makes no mention of doing this on an inanimate object. I hate to say it, but it's all we have and we can only hope that it works."

Monroe cut in, "So, the Staff sitting in the tent might not do any good? What, because it can't breathe in the fumes?"

Elizabeth nodded, "Essentially."

No one reacted to the news, it was as though they'd decided to ignore it and just go on as though nothing had been said. After everyone was ready, Diana and Adalind descended down the basement stairs. Adalind almost tripped twice on her way down because of the curtain obscuring her vision. She kept her temper in check with some difficulty and sat down in the tent next to her husband and Diana sat down across from them next to the Staff.

Elizabeth followed them in, setting a burner carefully on the floor between them. After she stepped out, Monroe stepped into the tent and placed the cauldron on a stand directly above the flame.

When Monroe stepped out of the tent, Elizabeth leaned down and spoke in a whisper to Nick, Adalind and Diana, "Once I zip up this tent, you need to turn that burner all the way up. It's going to get pretty warm in there, but do your best to cope." She handed Nick a canister and added, "That's in case the burner runs out of fuel."

Nick nodded and took it from her. She zipped up the tent and he turned the burner all the way to it's maximum setting. Nick joked, "I should have brought a book to read."

Monroe and Elizabeth returned to the upper floor and continued as though it was business as usual. Samantha had decided to stick around and help Monroe around the shop and he was glad for the help. Renard, though he was told it was unnecessary for him to remain there the whole time, stayed and waited. He sat on the bed in the store room. Patiently waiting for the cauldron to boil out it's contents and hopefully return Diana's powers.

Even though she didn't need her powers to live day to day, Renard had noticed she hadn't quite been herself for the past week. Kind of sad, but never complained.

Inside the tent, Adalind and Diana were becoming lightheaded. The heat was becoming overbearing. It forced all of them to back up closer to the tent walls and further away from one another. Their own body heat felt smothering. Diana, Adalind was proud to see, was powering through it as best she could. All three of them began sweating through their clothes. Adalind had given up on the sheer curtain. Even that was too hot to breathe through. She crumpled it up into a ball and used it as a pillow. Nick saw Adalind lay down and suggested to Diana that she do the same. The concrete floor beneath the tent's thin vinyl could help keep her cool.

After a couple of hours, Nick had lost track of how many times he'd glanced into the cauldron to see how much was left to boil out. He jumped a little when Adalind called out, "Nick! Look!" She flashed her hands in front of him and he saw that they had mostly reverted to their typical appearance. He reached out and took one of her hands in his, brought it to his mouth and kissed it. He was happy that whatever was boiling in that cauldron seemed to be working. He attempted to listen for the pigeons on the roof and sighed in relief when he found he couldn't hear them anymore, though he could still hear things like Diana's heart beating and vehicles driving past the shop.

Adalind, even though she was still sweating profusely, shuffled herself closer to Nick and rested her head on his shoulder. She half-joked, "This is kinda disgusting. All this sweat."

Nick didn't look down but nodded his head and said, "It will all be worth it if we can go home, take a shower and live normal lives again." Her face was still fully Woged but he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Upstairs, Samantha had run out of busy work to keep her mind occupied and had begun pacing the store. Renard hadn't been faring much better. He'd gotten off the bed and walked around the area and back to the bed again countless times. He'd had to step outside a few times to handle some work related calls, but overall, he refused to leave until he was sure that his daughter was okay. Elizabeth was the only one with the foresight to bring a book. She curled up in a chair in the storage room and read a romance novel.

Monroe finished helping a customer and after they'd left, he turned to Samantha and said, "I heard that you invited Nick to dinner with your family." He was hoping she was going to bring up the subject herself so that he didn't look nosy, but his curiosity had finally overpowered him.

She smiled and nodded, "It was pretty cool, actually. My Aunt and a few cousins. And Nick, of course. They all talked for over an hour easily. Aunt Ruthie had been a newspaper editor for years and before that she'd been a reporter, so she really gave him the third degree. But he sat there and took it like a champ. He even came to the funeral the next day and dealt with all the gawking and staring."

She stopped pacing around the room and looked at Monroe as she said, "I never would have wished to have lost my brother. I'm going to miss him forever. He was my best friend." She wiped at her eyes to prevent tears from spilling out, "But, I feel lucky that something good has come of it, you know? Nick finally put that bastard in prison, where I hope he'll rot, and I met him and you guys and Hank."

Monroe nodded, "You know, not too far along into Rosalee's pregnancy, she and I talked about moving away from Portland. Nothing against Nick, but he kind of attracts danger. When you have kids on the way you instinctively want to get them away from any potential threats. But, we put the thought aside for a while, you know? And now I can't believe we even brought it up. Yeah, Nick, by nature of being a Grimm and a Detective, gets into a lot of trouble. But I know for a fact that if anything or anyone threatened my kids, Nick would die to protect them if he had to. You don't walk away from that kind of good."

Monroe thought for a moment and then shrugged, "And that Grimm that came through Portland, he'd been all over the country. No Wesen were safe anywhere. Nick was the only one that was able to stop him. Granted, it was because of some crazy hoo-doo that we'll never understand. But even without that, I think Nick would have found a way. Cause that's what he does."

Sam walked over to her bag that she had placed behind the counter, pulled it up off the floor and began digging through it, "I was waiting to show this to Nick when he was feeling better, but my Aunt wrote an article for the paper she works at. It's the first time in years that she's done that."

She pulled a newspaper out of her bag, thumbed through it and when she found the page she was looking for, she sat it on the counter for Monroe to see. She set her finger down above the title and Monroe read it aloud, "'My Grim Encounter in Portland, Oregon'. That's awesome!"

Sam smiled, "My aunt made sure to leave his name out of it, but if you look at the language she uses, just about any Wesen with half a brain will know what she means. Like, she says something along the lines of the detective was forced to use his 'natural abilities' rather than a gun because he knew there would be a crowd of people. Something like that."

Monroe rotated the paper on the counter and pointed at a line she wrote, 'the detective's eyes were a stark black that cut down to my very soul.' After he read it aloud he added, "That by itself is enough to clue in any Wesen what this article is really about."

Sam picked the paper back up and put it in her bag and said, "She said this article has gotten more mail and emails than anything else in the paper for a long time. I wouldn't be surprised if she asked him to do an actual interview for the paper."

Monroe shook his head, "Nah, I mean, I see the merits and how that could be beneficial. But Nick wouldn't do it. Even if she left his name off, he just wouldn't be comfortable, I don't think."

Sam nodded her understanding, "It must be tough, walking the line he walks."

Before Monroe could respond, they heard the sound of Nick yelling from the basement. Monroe, Sam, Elizabeth and Renard all made their way down stairs as quickly as they could.

Elizabeth spoke very softly as she said, "Nick, what do you need?"

Nick called back, "Hello? All the stuff has boiled out! Can we get out of the tent?!"

Elizabeth grabbed the zipper and opened the flap with one smooth motion. When the cool air from the basement entered the tent, Nick, Adalind and Diana closed their eyes and sighed as it hit their skin. They all climbed out, one by one, their clothes clinging uncomfortably to their bodies. Adalind said, "I feel disgusting."

Monroe was the first to point it out, "Yeah, but look at you! You look like you! I mean, you're not in full Woge anymore."

Renard leaned down to face his daughter and asked, "How do you feel, Diana? Does everything still feel hollow?"

Diana didn't seem to know how to respond at first. After a moment she said, "No, it's not hollow anymore. But..." She looked at the cauldron still sitting in the tent, her eyes glowed a dull purple and the cauldron lifted off its base, spun around top over bottom a couple times before it fell back onto the base upside down. She turned back to her father and said, "It's much harder to connect. Like, it's far away, but it's not."

Renard, trying to stay positive, said, "We'll keep working on it."

Monroe turned to Nick and said, "Well, you're not clamping your ears down or squinting. So, I assume you feel better?"

Nick was pulling at the front of his shirt over and over, trying to cool himself off. Beads of sweat were still running down his face. "I feel fine, except I feel like I'm gonna die if I don't get some water or something."

Sam held up a finger as she called out, "I'll get everyone a bottle!" She ran upstairs and came back down with three bottles of water she'd grabbed out of the mini-fridge they had in the storage room. Nick and Adalind both swallowed the contents of their bottles in one try and Diana wasn't too far behind them with only needing a few more swigs to finish hers off.

Monroe asked, "What about the shimmer?"

Sam had heard a lot of what had been going on with Nick and Adalind but wasn't sure she understood what Monroe was asking about, she questioned, "Shimmer?"

Nick was already shaking his head. As he was fanning himself to cool off, he leaned in closer to Monroe to verify, and after a couple seconds said, "I can't see it anymore." He turned to Elizabeth and with as much gratitude as he could muster said, "Thank you so much for helping us with this."

Elizabeth walked over to Diana and began carefully running her fingers through Diana's hair. Some of it was clinging to her face from the dampness. Elizabeth said, "I would do anything to help my granddaughter. And I'm always happy to help you when I'm able."

Renard said to Adalind, "I'm going to take Diana home with me and keep her for a few more days, so she can spend time with her grandmother while she's in town and you two can have some time to get organized."

Adalind nodded, what Renard was saying made perfect sense. She had been looking forward to spending time with her daughter again now that she was back in Portland and things seemed to be getting back to normal, whatever that was, but Diana should spend time with her grandmother since Elizabeth would eventually have to leave the Portland area again.

Monroe added, "And don't worry about Kelly, we're glad to keep him for a few more days. You two need to recover."

They all began to climb the stairs to leave. Sam, walking in front of Monroe, leaned back and asked, "What's the shimmer?"

Monroe replied, "I'll explain later."

Sam joked back at him, "You guys are weird."

As they made their way back through the shop, Sam ran back over to her bag to get the newspaper she had shown Monroe earlier. She handed it over to Nick who asked, "What's this?"

Sam felt awkward because she didn't know how Nick would react but she explained that the article was about him. He sat down on a stool and read it to himself. When he had finished he handed it back to her and he said, "I'm glad I was able to help."

Nick couldn't see it, but behind him, Monroe rolled his eyes. Sam saw it and read Monroe's facial expression that Nick was being modest again. Sam explained to Nick what she had already told Monroe about the positive reaction the article was getting from readers. She was hoping Nick was seeing where she was going without having to actually say it, but if he was, he wasn't acknowledging it.

When she couldn't handle it anymore she decided to voice what it was she had been trying to get at, "Due to the popularity of the article, my aunt will probably want to do a follow up piece." It wasn't a question, but her inflection of the words left it open as though it were one.

Nick ran his hand through his sweat soaked hair as he replied, "I'm not completely opposed to the idea, but I'd be lying if I said the concept didn't make me feel a tad uncomfortable. If you're right and she wants more, I'd be happy to at least think it over, but I can't promise anything more than that. Given the downtime I've had for the past week, and with the danger posed by Spencer, I have been giving some thought to doing things a little differently in the Portland area."

He was glad Adalind was with him because her feedback was important to him, he went over the idea he had with those in attendance. Renard was also able to provide some feedback and constructive criticism. Before they all left the shop, they all agreed it would be a challenge, but if it worked, it would be worth it.

When Nick got to his loft, he saw that Trubel was still limping, but she was able to get around without the aid of the crutches. She attempted to hug him when he stepped out of the freight elevator, but he waived her away and explained that both he and Adalind were drenched in sweat, along with whatever other chemicals that Elizabeth had put into the cauldron soaked into their clothes.

He had brought with him into his loft the Staff. He wanted to test it's healing powers on Trubel. Since her ankle still hurt a great deal, she was willing to give it a try. She sat down on her bed, Nick held the Staff in both his hands and held it out for her to grab onto. She touched the back of her hand to it and waited.

After about a minute passed, Nick asked, "Does your ankle feel any better?"

Trubel stood up, making sure to stay in contact with the Staff, she said, "I'm not sure. It still hurts, but I think it might hurt less? Maybe?"

They stood there for another minute, then two. Nick would look in Trubel's eyes and she would nod, affirming that something was happening. They lost track of how long it took, but Nick estimated that it was at least ten minutes before Trubel could stand without feeling discomfort. It was another few minutes before she felt she was completely pain free and able to walk around.

Nick placed the Staff onto a nearby countertop and said, "Well, ten to twenty minutes is still better than weeks of healing, but it's obviously not as effective as it used to be. Maybe it will get better with time?"

He looked at Adalind for some kind of affirmation, but she shrugged, "I have no idea. It may be stuck that way forever. It's also possible that you and I may still have some left over power stuck in us, but not enough to be noticeable. At least not noticeable in every day life." She gestured at the bathroom with her head, wordlessly ordering Nick to join her there for a shower.

Nick looked at Trubel, who had taken out a knife and was attempting to saw her way through her ankle cast with it, and he said, "I'm taking a shower, but when we're done, there's some stuff we need to go over." He tossed her his car keys, "When you get that thing off, go get us some food? Or maybe even BEFORE you get that thing off? Huh?"

Trubel got the hint, "Fine, I'll leave you two some privacy." She stood up and walked towards the elevator and Adalind grabbed Nick by his shirt and pulled him into the bathroom.

Epilogue

(Two Months Later)

Nick opened the doors a crack and looked into the hall to find that it was extremely crowded. There were some empty seats here and there, but there were far many more people filling the pews than what there had been for their wedding. He had expected a crowd, but still felt a bit overwhelmed at the numbers.

Hank walked up behind him and asked, "What are you doing?"

Nick jumped a little, he had been so focused on what he was spying on, he had completely ignored everything behind him and Hank had surprised him.

Nick turned around and put his palm on his forehead and admitted, "I"m just feeling a little in over my head here. Public speaking isn't exactly something I'm good at."

Hank put his hand on Nick's shoulders and said, "Those people are in there because of you, this was your idea. They want to hear what you have to say."

Nick nodded, but then shook his head, "Maybe. Or maybe they're here just to gawk at the Grimm."

Hank couldn't disagree at the possibility but said, "Okay, maybe that's the case for some of them. But, that's not going to be the case for all of them."

Nick checked the time. It was nearly Eight PM. He had to get down to the podium. He opened the door again to peek through the crack and saw that Adalind was standing next to the podium with Kelly in her arms and with Trubel standing next to her. Trubel had the forethought to put on sunglasses before she was within even a hundred feet of the hotel Nick had rented out space in.

He couldn't see them, but Nick assumed Monroe, Rosalee and their triplets, Felix, Emmett and Freddy, along with Bud and his family were all seated in the front. Sam had been seated as well, but he saw her stand up and begin walking up the aisle in his direction. He could tell by the look on her face she was coming to find out why he was taking so long. He took a deep breath and opened the door the rest of the way and stepped inside. He exhaled the breath he'd been holding. Sam saw him, stopped walking and spread her arms with her palms up in a gesture that Nick interpreted as, 'What's going on? Are you okay? Get your ass down here!" Nick thought to himself, 'When you know someone long enough...'

The room was noisy as most of the people in attendance were all chatting among themselves. Hank had stepped in the room behind Nick and seated himself next to Janelle who was there at Hank's invitation. It wasn't a date, but it wasn't not a date either.

As Nick made his way down the aisle he looked around and saw a lot of faces transitioning to a Woge and back again. One face that didn't Woge however, was Tabitha Barlow. Nick stopped walking to the front and instead went over to greet the Barlows who were once again seated near the Seidels. He was glad to see that out of some tragedy, some new friendships were made. Not a fair trade off, but when grieving, having new friends can help. He shook the hands of the Seidels first. As he was about to let go though, Isaac tightened his grip a bit and pulled Nick in closer so he could be heard as he whispered, "I didn't get a chance to thank you for catching that monster and putting him in prison. There were times when I doubted you'd go through with it, but I'll never forget what you did for Tony."

Nick responded, "I'm sorry for your loss, sir. I wish I could have stopped him sooner."

Isaac nodded, "I wish you had too, but I don't blame you for what that man did to Tony. You did more than anyone would have expected. If you or your wife or anyone in your family ever need anything, you can count on us." Nick nodded and Isaac released his grip.

Nick shook the hands of the Barlows as well, but stopped to kneel down to speak to Tabitha, who was once again wearing normally fitted clothing, instead of the oversized skater clothes she'd worn when he met her. Though it was more casual than she wore to his wedding, wearing jeans and a nice blouse, with her hair done up in braids. Knowing how shy Tabitha was, Nick was always impressed to see her doing her best in public situations. It made him feel silly for having been afraid of speaking in public just a few minutes before.

He smiled at her, "It's good to see you again, Tabitha. You're looking nice." She smiled and covered her face with her hands as she usually did when Nick complimented her.

When her shyness had faded somewhat, she opened her hands to reveal her face so she could whisper, "Thank you," to Nick.

Nick stood up and told the Barlows and the Seidels it was good to see them again and suggested that they all get together in a more casual setting in the near future. Maybe it was that he wanted more friends for himself and for Adalind, but he had to admit to himself that he was feeling particularly protective of the Barlows and the Seidels for different reasons. The Seidels who were still grieving and the Barlows whom always had a little fear that someone would want to kill them just for their feet.

He walked over to the podium and with every step he took, the chatter from the room began to quiet down. It was mostly children making the majority of the noise by the time he got there.

He kissed Adalind on her cheek and turned to get behind the podium. He tapped the microphone to make sure it was powered on and then spoke into it.

"H-Hello... I'm sure a lot of you know me by reputation, if not by my face. My name is Nick Burkhardt. Before we begin, I apologize for being so tactless, but I had to pay to rent this hall out my own pocket, so we put a can up here," Nick pointed to an old coffee can that had the slit cut into the lid on top, "If anyone is feeling kind enough to make a donation to help pay for the hall, it would be apprec-" Before he could finish his words, Bud had leapt out of his seat as dozens of others did the same. They walked their way to the front to place money in the can Nick had just mentioned to them. Each person patiently waiting for the person in front of them to put in their cash so they could have their own turn and then they returned to their seats.

Nick smiled. As soon as it was clear no one else was going to walk forward, he began speaking again as the last of the donators began making their way back to their pews, "Thanks, that means a lot. So, as I was saying, my name is Nick Burkhardt and I'm a Grimm."

Just at the mention of the word Grimm, several people in the audience reflexively Woged. Nick pointed to Adalind, "This is my wife, Adalind, who is a Hexenbiest, my son Kelly and there," Nick pointed to Trubel, "is my daughter, Trubel, who is also a Grimm." At those words, Trubel felt safe enough to take her sunglasses off and put them in her coat pocket. Again, at the mention of her being a Grimm, there was another outbreak of audience members having more reflexive Woges.

Nick looked over at Rosalee and Monroe, sitting in the front most pew with their sons. Monroe gave Nick a quick head nod and a thumbs up to let Nick know he was doing great.

Nick continued, "I think most people here know that my daughter and I don't go around indiscriminately hurting Wesen. But a couple months ago, there was a Grimm here in Portland who was doing just that. We were finally able to stop him-"

Adalind cut him off, "No!" She leaned into so her voice would carry into the microphone, "No... Nick stopped him." She swatted his arm with her hand as she said, "Stop with the modesty."

Nick nodded and admitted, "Okay, I stopped him. But, the point is that for months he was hurting Wesen across the country and then he was in Portland for weeks. So... I got the idea that Wesen should know he was out there. I asked all of you to tell everyone you knew, to warn them to be careful about when you Woge and who you do it around. I can't know it for sure, but several people have told me that this simple act, probably saved several lives.

"But it's more than just that, a few years ago, there was an outbreak here in Portland of Fluvus Pestilentia," He looked at Rosalee for confirmation he'd pronounced it correctly and she gave him a thumbs up. He continued, "Also known as the Yellow Plague. If it hadn't been for Rosalee and Monroe," he gestured to them in the pew, "it's possible there would have been a full on pandemic.

"This community has unique needs and I've seen a lot of you come together and help one another as best you can when the situation calls for it. But, after that Grimm came to Portland, it occurred to me that more should be done.

"So, I am here to suggest a formation of a new Wesen Council here in Portland. An organization to help with emergencies and even the subtle day to day things that only the Wesen community would know about."

Most of the people in attendance had no idea that Nick was going to suggest forming a Wesen Council. The previous Council had been murdered by the terrorist organization known as Black Claw. Now that Black Claw was eliminated though, no one had bothered to reassemble the Council yet. So, what Nick was suggesting wasn't completely crazy, but there had never been a Council in America before. It had always been in Europe.

People in the pews began talking among themselves at Nick's suggestion, but he wasn't done yet. He spoke a little louder to get back the attention from the crowd, "Before you make any decisions, I want you to know that no one in my family will be on the Council... if it's approved. I believe a Wesen council should be just that. Wesen. However, I will be available as both a Grimm and as a detective for the Portland, PD, should the need arise."

"At the end of this meeting, we're going to take a vote as to whether there will be a Wesen Council. You can't vote until you know what you're voting for though. So I'd like to introduce you to the person I'm nominating to be in charge of getting the council off the ground, the official title will be Chairperson. Her name is Samantha Gray. She's one of the people here who lost a loved one to the Grimm. At my request, she has volunteered to head the project should the majority of people here vote to move forward with it. Sam, would you come up here please?"

Samantha made her way to the podium. Though she still disliked doing it, she had decided to dress up a little for the occasion wearing a blouse with black slacks and pumps. As she got behind the podium, Adalind, Trubel and Nick made their way to the front most pew and sat down. Nick seated himself next to Monroe who was holding one of his triplets, Emmett.

Samantha thanked Nick for introducing her and then she said to the crowd, "Nick saved my life from the Grimm... twice. I say that because I want to be completely honest with everyone here. I will always be grateful to Nick for what he's done for me and I will tell anyone who will listen that he's a man of honor and integrity. However, I don't want anyone to think that my loyalties are divided between the Wesen Council and my friend who happens to be a Grimm. It's important, and Nick agrees, that he should hold no sway over council decisions. If we're not autonomous, then we're not a council. It's been decided that if the Council should move forward from beyond tonight, I will only be in charge for the first year. If I wish to remain Chairperson, a new vote will be held. At that time, if you feel I'm doing a poor job or that I'm not being impartial, a vote can be made to replace me as Chairperson. We want you to trust this Council and what we do to protect you and our world. The plan is to have an additional eight Council members, that, hopefully, we will choose here tonight.

"I'd like to open up the floor for any questions any of you might have and in an hour, we'll have a vote to find out if a new Portland based Wesen Council will move forward."

Monroe leaned in to whisper to Nick, "Dude, you're making history... again!"

The End