Disclaimer: I do not own anything Transformers, just my original characters (Jane, Nora, and Morgan). See Author's Note below for more details.
Morgan's body heaved against the small waste box and the dry sounds filled the air. She threw up late last night and couldn't stop for long; Jane didn't know what to do. She was in a separate container from her sisters and while, at first, things were fine and no one minded being separate, the thought changed once Angela and Morgan became sick. It had been two weeks since their initial dosages of the creamy liquid when Angela started coughing and having diarrhea then, only a day later, Morgan started the same symptoms.
Now, Jane was huddled against the wall that Morgan and her shared, hand on the glass as she cooed, "It's okay, it's okay, just let it out."
Morgan gagged as Jane watched closely as something purplish slipped out of her lips and into the make-shift toilet.
Blood.
Jane grimaced and continued soothing her through the glass wall, wanting more than anything for the glass to pop against her hand so she could hold Morgan. Her dark eyes wandered over Morgan's body, taking note of the ashen, nearly waxy, skin. The strange coloring stuck to Morgan's thin bones, showing the obvious weight loss when her once pretty dress slipped and started hanging from her shoulders.
After a few more dry heaves, Morgan slipped down against the glass, body slumped toward Jane's just an inch away. Similar dark eyes drifted to Jane and she tried to hold back a shuddering breath at the dark purple starting to stain under Morgan's eyes. Sleep was nearly an afterthought now with the way Morgan's body continued to reject any water or protein blocks.
Morgan's hand inched up the glass, only an inch between their fingers as Jane mimicked her. She smiled weakly, "I've been such a bitch to you recently."
"No, no," Jane shook her head, frowning. "You were going through a lot...it's okay. You're sick."
Morgan licked her chapped lips, squeezing her eyes shut as she rasped, "I called you such awful things."
"I knew they weren't true—"
Morgan cut her off, "Do you remember when...when we went on that cruise? The one no one wanted to go on because grandpa Taylor came?"
Jane wasn't sure where this was coming from, but she nodded slowly.
"Remember when dad gave us walkie-talkies to use because he didn't want to buy the cell phone plan." Morgan's lips curled up and a whoosh of air huffed through her, a laugh. "Any time I fall asleep, I keep dreaming about that for, like, no reason. But it's nice."
The simple memory eased through Jane's mind and she closed her eyes, recalling one of the last nights on the trip together...
The boat swayed slightly, enough that Nora tapped her Dramamine patch experimentally from behind her ear, eyes flickering over the pages in her novel before turning the page. Jane knew Nora wasn't seasick anymore, but it was killing her that Nora wouldn't go anywhere with them.
"Can we please go to the comedy show? I think it'd be fun." Jane pressed her feet against Nora's bed, making it dip toward her.
Nora's gaze flickered from her page to Jane, irritated, "I just want to finish my book. I have to find out what happens to Ronnie and her dad."
"Oh my god." Jane rolled her eyes, flopping on her bed to stare at the bottom of Morgan's bunk bed. They'd been cooped in their cabin since dinner and it was only 8 PM, there were still things to do! Even their parents had gone to a piano bar for the night.
The blinking static of a walkie-talkie turned on in the bunk above Jane, who propped herself up on her elbows when Morgan suddenly cackled. The sound was manic and loud as she spoke into the device, whispering goofy things that Jane couldn't quite make out.
"Captain Jane," Morgan peered over the railing to look at Jane under the bed, her long hair falling in waves. Her eyes glinted wildly as she whispered into the mic, "Our second mate is acting like a total loser. Over."
"Agreed. Over." Jane whispered back with a wide smile, holding her hand up to her mouth like a walkie-talkie.
"Permission to abandon ship?" She clicked a button on the side, making a popping noise. "Over."
"Permission granted." Jane snorted, pulling her legs back from Nora's bed and into her own.
She nearly screamed with laughter when Morgan launched herself from the top bunk to jump on Nora's bed a short distance away. Nora yelped and lost her book to the floor while Morgan tried to tickle her.
"Captain, the second mate is too strong!" Morgan screeched into the mic, pressing another button on it.
Nora's indignant shouts and Jane's combined laughter suddenly stopped when the walkie-talkie spoke back. The voice belonged to a woman who sounded both confused and irritated, "This is a private line. Who is this? Over."
Morgan squealed and shut the walkie off with a click before staring at Nora and Jane with wide eyes. It wasn't fear shining in them, but deep-felt mirth that seemed to well in her and seeps into the rest of them.
Morgan wasted little time to shoot Jane a feverish look, speaking quickly, "Get the book, Captain."
Peals of laughter ripped out of Jane as their game continued.
The memory faded, leaving a faint smile on Jane's face. It was one of their last trips together as sisters, as a family, before Jane went off to college that fall. They were all so young back then, but it was easier, simpler, without the edge of adult responsibilities on their shoulders or the looming strangeness that came with making huge decisions. They were free then. They were loving and goofy.
They weren't sick and wilting with death.
"We ended up ripping Nora's book in half," Jane smirked weakly.
Morgan huffed another breathy laugh, "She was so pissed. It wasn't even that good of a book."
"I know." Jane trailed off as unspoken words hung between them, like the thick glass keeping them apart. She wanted nothing more than to go back in time and do it all over again, book ripping and everything. Just to see the vibrance, the life, in her sister's eyes.
"We weren't friends anymore after that trip." Morgan sniffed, "You were really bad at taking phone calls and just got so...old. I know it's because I'm younger than you, but you just supported me in a way that I...I never got to thank you for it. So, thank you."
Jane pressed her head against the glass, eyes closed again, "I didn't do a good job during college. After college. I wasn't the best sister, but...but know that I love you so much. I always have. I would do anything to—I would trade places with you so you didn't have to hurt."
"I know." Morgan grimaced in sudden pain, her skin turning a shade lighter.
Jane shifted to her knees as panic clenched her spine tightly, both hands pressed against the glass, "Morgan?"
After a moment of Morgan's deep breaths, the pain seemed to subside in a series of shivers and muscle spasms. When she spoke, her words were quick but sluggish, "Jane, if I don't...if I don't make it out alive—"
"Don't say that." Jane shook her head, eyes narrowing. "Don't say that."
"Listen to me." Morgan's eyes flared, oily fire making the colors shine; from fever or passion, Jane wasn't sure. "I want you to know that I love you. That I love both of you, but I'm not like you or Nora. I'm not even like mom or dad. I just...I've always projected where people would go in life, what their future could be. But mine…"
Jane's mouth snapped shut and she leaned her head against the glass, watching her sister clutch her hands tightly and curl her body into itself against the glass.
"Mine was always a blank spot. All those pills and college applications and exams and homework and bullshit...only to lead me here?" Morgan jabbed a finger, swirling it around to gesture to the containment room. "It just makes that blank spot look bigger and bigger...I mean, what if I couldn't see any future for myself for a reason?"
Jane didn't know she was crying, but when Morgan looked up at her, through the glass, wet snot popped at her nose and hot tears trailed down her chin, her neck. The black eyes that had always tied them together, the same eyes their mother had, were somehow duller in Morgan's head. The fever was obviously there, the passion for her confession, but her eyes lacked depth, lacked a sight set on the future.
Morgan continued, "Only, now, I think that...well... I don't even think I was supposed to be here, on Earth, in our family, alive. I'm not fine with that, but...it makes sense to me."
She winced, "So if I don't make it out of here, I need you to promise me something."
"No, Mor, don't say that." Jane croaked than the word more like a sound.
"Bury me somewhere beautiful, with flowers—but not the shitty kind. And," Morgan's fingers splayed against the glass as she thought carefully about her next phrase. "Promise that you'll fight for yourself. That you'll fight for Nora."
Jane didn't know what to think of Morgan's words, let alone commit to a promise that she wasn't sure she could keep. Her littlest sister was so bright and happy, even when she wasn't doing well or having horrible bouts of anxiety. She would always try to rationalize the crippling doubts and intrusive thoughts, but this wasn't anything Jane had heard before. What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to convince her that everything would be fine, that her life would be purposed again once they were free?
That she wasn't a blank spot with no future.
That she wouldn't die.
How could she tell her anything when Jane couldn't see any way of getting out?
The glass between them rattled dully as the giant door to the room opened and Thundercracker slowly made his way over. Morgan curled against the wall fiercely when he moved closer to them, but he ignored her, opting to reach down into Jane's glass tank with his large blue hand.
Jane recoiled, but there was nothing she could do as he wrapped his hand around her midsection and pulled her out. She tried to look back at Morgan, but her sister's face was pressed against the glass, away from her retreating form.
"Wait—" Jane reached back, trying to shimmy her way out of his hand.
They stepped out into the hallway, the door effectively closing behind them, leaving Morgan's huddled body behind.
When it was obvious that the Decepticon wasn't listening to her, continuing their way to the evaluation room, she slumped against his hand in defeat.
Perhaps, Morgan was right? There was no future for her because they would never get out of here, at least alive, anyway. The thought of Morgan dying left a swirling gap in Jane's chest that pressed physical pain through her body, tugging sharply at her lugs and nearly zapping breath from her. What kind of older sister would she be if she couldn't even protect Morgan, Nora? It didn't matter that they fought a lot over the last year or that they were busy living life separately; she still loved them, took care of them. Now…
The lack of control overwhelmed her, making her fists clench against Thundercracker's thumb.
She could do nothing. She didn't protect them when Breakdown took them. She didn't protect them when Shockwave chipped them or when Thundercracker shot them with disgusting fluids. She couldn't do anything for Morgan with the inch of glass between them; couldn't even hold back her hair as she threw up.
Thundercracker's deep voice pulled her thoughts back as he cooly asked, "Your heart rate is elevated and you're venting more oxygen than you can output carbon monoxide. If you don't get yourself under control then I'll be forced to take you back and try another one."
"Seriously?" Jane snarled, black eyes starless and wild as she glared up at him. "All I want is control."
"Then command what little you have." He snapped back, red optics seeming to narrow.
Her silence ran deep as she challenged his stare, hoping that her daggering eyes portrayed a sliver of the bubbling hate she had for these Decepticons. They ruined everything for her. For her sisters. For their futures.
He turned away with a surprising frown and continued to the room, quickly depositing her in a glass container. Thundercracker tossed another test on the glass in her cage, the dim purple and green light offering nothing to help Jane's foul mood. He clicked away on his datapad, ignoring her.
Rolling her eyes, Jane quickly sorted through the information as if solidified in front of her. She had only been tested two other times since she'd gotten her first shot of the white liquid two weeks ago, each time the symbols on the glass were easier to understand, to form thoughts with their language. Jane wasn't sure how she understood the symbols, but she'd quickly form words and phrases that would light up green and disappear once she got them right. If they were wrong, they would flash purple and disperse across the glass, waiting to start over again.
She realized, after the second time she was tested, that Thundercracker received their complete phrases; he would toss their progression on a screen and watch it, writing data down as they completed each task.
With hate filling her veins, she quickly pulled the symbols across the glass, forming Thundercracker's name. She leaned back once it was completed, peering at him through the electronic symbols to see him lean forward toward his screen, frown deepening.
He flicked a sharp digit against the datapad and Jane's work scattered across her screen.
She scoffed quietly, "Ass."
Her fingers quickly tracked more of the symbols together forming something sarcastic: I'm bored. Entertain me.
The heat from her anger cooled when Thundercracker vented a growl, "Complete the task, human. You are wasting my time."
"I've done this exact one before." Jane's words were soft, but still bold, even without her fiery hate filling her with impudent recklessness she knew she was right.
He didn't look up, "Then you should be faster."
Fine.
If he wanted faster results then she'd give it to him. She cracked her knuckles before flicking her fingers across the glass, sliding and stopping the symbols as she flashed green and disappeared. She was done in less than a minute. Once the words came together to form whole ideas, she realized it was a report of some kind about how much Energon was used over the year.
Pointless.
"Done." She leaned back again, watching him tap away on the datapad, wondering what he would do with her now. Usually, she'd take her time with the symbols, trying to understand what the purpose of this exercise would do. Now, though, she didn't care.
He stared at the datapad and slowly made his way over to her then tapped the pad a few more times. Another set of symbols popped up, newer ones, and Jane peered at them thoughtfully before sharp understanding zipped through her brain; they were formulas.
She didn't know how she knew that or why, but it was suddenly obvious. It was their number systems before her in the form of equations. Hesitantly, she turned her narrowed eyes on Thundercracker, "I'm not good at math."
He ignored her, "Which one is correct?"
Her eyes searched his metal face, which stayed entirely neutral, and spoke slower, "I'm not good at regular math. So, definitely not Decepticon math either."
A gust pulsed sharply out of him, but his tone betrayed nothing, "Which one is correct?"
Shaking her head, Jane turned to look at the different equations, watching their numbers curl and swish in her vision until a random thought occurred. These were synthetic Energon formulas. All of them were wrong.
She blinked.
How the hell did she know that?
"I will not ask again; which one is correct?"
"None." Her answer was more or less a murmur as it dawned on her that whatever they put in her body was making this happen. It was changing her somehow. Changing the way she thought.
Thundercracker paused, "Incorrect. The middle one is right."
Jane's head tilted before looking back at them. He was wrong. She shook her head at him, pointing to a specific squiggle while saying, "This is why it's wrong. The curl shouldn't be a curl here...it needs to be something else. Maybe—never mind."
The sudden curious inflection in Thundercracker's voice made Jane's fingers paused over the screen, "Draw it."
She vaguely thought about not doing it but found herself nearly as curious as him. Not sure what would happen, her finger traced a sharp line next to the equation before flaring out in an upward loop, like a sickle. Her finger pressed a dot off to the side before she settled back again and understood that this was the sign for negative energy output. The positive energy output would cause the formula to overcharge and turn into an explosive.
Wait—how did she know that?
"What's happening to me?" Her hands pressed against her face, trailing down her neck to cup against her chest. "What did you do to me?"
"It seems you can understand and read cybertronian." He hummed, peering at his datapad with wide optics.
"Conceptualize it too." She muttered.
He looked up, "How do you mean?"
The words poured out of her before she could stop them, "If you used that formula without the change then it would turn into an explosive. It's the same reason that I know your Energon reserves will only last another couple of months before someone replenishes them—Nora isn't like this and...and Morgan's dying. So, what the hell did you do to me?"
Thundercracker was silent, but he looked at her with that same emotion she saw the first time they met.
Regret.
Sorrow.
Something deeper.
"What are you trying to do?" She asked, voice hoarse with emotion.
His red eyes shuttered and he half turned away, "I...I'm not at liberty to say. Now, let's continue with the tests—"
Fury flared in her chest, heating her from her stomach to her cheeks at the audacity. She knew he could kill her, knew it was so wrong of her to scream at him, at his unheard ears, but this is ridiculous! Her voice was loud as it warbled against the glass and bounced back at her, but she didn't care. She stood up and raged against the glass, the material not even wobbling as she hit it. All of her frustration, her fear, her guilt, her sadness poured against the glass until the screen disappeared, leaving a frowning Thundercracker in its wake.
She articulated each word with malicious venom, eyes consuming him, "You're despicable."
"Things made from war usually are." His words were equally malignant, red eyes vibrant. "I don't have to use you to complete the tests. I can use another of your companions too—"
"Then do it!" She flared out her arms, chest heaving. "You've literally threatened that several times. So do it."
He didn't move.
"I don't want to be here." She continued, "No one wants to be a prisoner. So, go do it."
"I cannot."
She laughed scornfully, "And why not?"
He crossed his large arms, wings twitching in the soft yellow glow of the room, but he didn't say anything. Couldn't say anything.
Realization dawned on her as the pieces of their session clicked in place. Nora wasn't doing these tests. Morgan certainly wasn't, if at all. Neither was Angela. Thundercracker's threats were empty at best. Shockwave said there were only two viable candidates; her and Nora.
A mixture of disgust and awe-filled her accusing whisper, "You need me."
Thundercracker pinched the bridge of his strange nose as if that were confirmation of her fearful thought.
"But," She pressed against the glass, eyes searching for him. "Why can't you leave Morgan out of it? Nora? They won't do anything if I tell them not to look for me—I need them safe. I need my sister's safe. I...it's my responsibility."
"I cannot help your trine anymore than I can help you." He turned, "I do know what responsibility for siblings is like, and...this experiment will be for the good of all Decepticons. Perhaps even for you."
Jane pressed her head against the glass for a long time, eyes closed as she wondered what she could do to fix all of this. In theory, she could somehow make Thundercracker take Nora and Morgan away, at best take Morgan back to civilization, but she didn't know-how. She was the one they wanted, whatever their ministrations have done was enough to keep her a perfect candidate for something they'd do. Clearly, correcting these formulas with their knowledge, their way of thinking, changed the direction of whatever this program was doing to them.
How could she make an exchange to Thundercracker? To keep her sisters safe?
She had nothing to offer because she didn't know what this change was doing to her.
Offering her cooperation seemed weak, she wasn't about to offer her newfound freedom knowing she was important to them.
She thought back to what Thundercracker said before and a slow lightbulb blinked to life in her mind. He was familiar with siblings. With the responsibility that inevitably came with caring for them. He was part of a trine as well.
Jane opened her eyes, slowly looking up to see him tapping away at the datapad, conferring with other computers around him. Her question was careful, "What're your siblings' names? If you don't mind me asking."
The tapping stopped before starting up again; no answer.
"I'm Jane, the oldest," She continued tersely, "Nora's the middle and Morgan's the youngest."
The tapping was quieter but clicked away.
Jane felt herself slip out of focus, eyes staring at her reflection up close before persisting quietly, "Morgan's sick. I saw her throwing up blood today. Before you came—she's making me promise that when she dies...if she dies...then I have to bury her somewhere pretty. With flowers….Thundercracker?"
The tapping stopped again and he was staring up at her, face unreadable again.
"What kind of promise is that?" She whispered at him, chest tightening.
His reply was like stepping into a stream in the middle of winter, icy, honest, stinging, "A promise you won't keep."
She knew that.
That's why she didn't know how to answer Morgan. Once she was brought back to their glass cubicles, what would she tell her?
"Skywarp and Starscream." He suddenly spoke, tone lacking the bite it had only seconds ago.
"Huh?"
"My trine—my brothers. They're Skywarp and Starscream."
She nodded, liking the distraction of his conversation, "Are you the oldest?"
His helm tilted, "I believe Starscream is the oldest, but I cannot be sure."
"Oh."
He paused then clipped, "He acts like a child sometimes, so who's to say that he's older."
Jane felt the corner of her lips raise in a small smile, but she bit it back. She couldn't smile at his joke. The fact that he could joke at all after such heartlessness…
The fact that she could smile at all was worse.
"Lord Starscream? Is he your leader?"
She was surprised when an oddly expressive smile peaked through his face, it was dry and unironic as he acknowledged her, "He is. He wasn't always though."
Jane pointed at him, questioningly, "Were you…"
"No," He shook his head, snagging the datapad and stalking over. "Our previous leader was Lord Megatron. The greatest leader of all time."
"What happened to him then?"
"Uncertain. Skywarp bet that he was dead at the bottom of your planet's ocean. Starscream could care less as long as he never came back."
She trailed a hand on the screen, glancing up, "And you?"
He studied her for a long moment, red beaming eyes trailing alongside her form, along her fingers sliding against the glass. She wanted to look away from the fierceness he exuded but decided against it as he finally dragged his eyes back to hers, answering softly, "I don't know. The Decepticon's have never been the same since he left."
"Well, I can tell that you aren't purposeless. That's for sure." She rolled her eyes.
"But is it for the right reasons?" He shook his head, turning his attention to the datapad.
She wasn't sure what that meant, but it was interesting to hear that he spoke so...freely? What he said wasn't entirely negative, but she had a feeling that if anyone were to hear what he thought then it would be walking some invisible line she couldn't begin to understand.
"Can I ask you something?"
He looked up at her, eyes narrowing, "That depends."
"How many people have made it where I am? In the experiment, I mean?"
His eyes pierced her skull, hooking into her entire vision as he stepped closer, scrutinizing her closely, "You are the first."
Slowly, she raised her hand and pressed it on the glass, where his face was centered. It was almost like she could touch him, the metal that was surprisingly warm every time they had to hold her. He didn't move away, just studiously following her movement with a neutral face again.
"Do you think I'll make it?" She finally whispered, knowing her voice would carry through the glass to him.
"I do not think so." He shook his head, making his eyes cast a pretty claret hue over her, through the glass. Her pale skin seemed to soak up the color, making her forget the state of filth she was in. Up close, his eyes contracted with small mechanical devices, narrowing in on her when he spoke again, "But I hope you do."
Her mouth popped open in surprise, unsure why he would hope she would make it if she even could, but any conversation died when the doors to the room opened, revealing Starscream and Shockwave.
They were stuck in an animated conversation, Starscream huffing and puffing while Shockwave listened, offering insight, so they didn't notice Thundercracker quickly stepped away from her. Her chest ached something fierce when he stepped away and she realized it was her first semi-normal conversation with one of these beings since she got here. He was also the only Decepticon who she could possibly use to her advantage, though she didn't know how or when that would happen.
If Morgan would stick out until then.
"Those offensive Autobots will find your dumping grounds soon and we'll be forced to change bases again. It is imperative that your lackeys dump away from the base." Starscream hissed, claws flexing.
Shockwave nodded once, replying curtly, "I will have a conversation with them. Just as you will converse with Skywarp that he will not teleport with humans in his care, thus disposal of humans will decrease and we won't move base again."
"Fine! Skywarp will answer to me." Starscream growled, turning his attention to Thundercracker. "What is so important that you need both of us?"
Thundercracker hesitated, glancing at Jane before focusing on the Decepticons; his mind apparently made. He held a datapad out, "Subject 866 is ready for phase two."
His tone was so definitive, so final, that Jane couldn't help shivering. What was phase two?
Shockwave grabbed the datapad, one eye searching through the data, carefully picking through whatever was there for something. After a moment of scrolling, he stilled and turned the screen to Starscream, who snagged it, reading for himself. At the way Starscream's crimson eyes bugged, Jane knew she either passed a test with flying colors or something was entirely wrong. She just couldn't figure out which was which?
"...The genetic material has changed." Starscream rasped, questioning Shockwave with a strange look. "It's bonded through the CNC—the variant of Energon could turn it into a powerhouse of energy. This…"
He stepped closer to Jane's glass cell, poking at the glass with his sharp claw, making an outrageous ringing sound in her cage. She clasped her hands over her ears and glared, but he already turned around to Shockwave, asking, "How long will phase three be until completion?"
"If the variant bonds successfully to the new genetic material via CNC then...about a deca-cycle, give or take a few solar cycles." Shockwave nodded thoughtfully, his large body turning to the computer station. "The energy transfer will be immense, nearly immediate following the EMP scrambler."
Thundercracker spoke, voice tight, "She understands cybertronian."
They froze, slowly turning their eyes on Jane.
Her body shuddered, realizing Thundercracker implied they were speaking in their native tongue, that she understood them. She didn't even notice when they slipped into their language if they were even talking in it when they first walked in.
She did know that they changed her after all. On a chemical level. On an alien level.
"Fascinating." Starscream said, voice grinding and loud.
"Indeed," Shockwave agreed, motioning for Thundercracker to get her. "Let us not tarry."
Jane squeaked when Thundercracker grabbed her and pulled her from the cell, though his hands were gentle all the same. He used his other hand to prop her leg out, using his two fingers to lightly, almost timidly, hold the thigh of her left leg out. Dripping fear laced through her in a cold wash as Shockwave approached, his hand transforming into the familiar needle.
Only, this time, the needle wasn't filled with creamy white liquid. This time, it was full of a neon blue that shimmered slightly, giving off its own glow.
Immediately, Jane struggled against Thundercracker, not caring when he tightened his grip and whispered, "Stop, human—stop. You'll hurt yourself."
"No, no, no—" Jane pushed against him, away from the needle, but she didn't budge. She knew what this was without having to know anything about it; it killed humans. The woman that pulsed with it, stomach gaping wide as she screamed, the people who liquified in their cages, suffering until they thankfully died, the man shifting in his cage with discolored glowing skin, waiting for death.
"Hold her still, TC." Starscream admonished.
Thundercracker grabbed both of her thighs, holding tight enough to make her wince, "Enough, Jane."
Jane.
Her name.
Not her number.
Her body was horizontal when her eyes snapped open, staring straight up into the eyes of the only Decepticon who called her by her name. The one who had siblings to take care of too. The one with a sense of humanity in his slightly panicked red eyes.
She hated him. She hated them all.
The needle slipped in her skin and the blue liquid squirted inside, searing her leg with blinding pain.
Her body arched in Thundercracker's hands and she screamed.
Author's Note: Wow! So much is happening in this little chapter, but it's so exciting! The effects of CNC have taken a serious toll on poor Morgan and Jane is...helpless! Loved writing the flashback! Loved writing her interaction with TC the most; they're so interesting! He'd definitely struggling with Starscream's leadership, but what does that mean for the future...who knows! Keep reading to find out! The next installment will be next week as well (Thursday or Friday)!
-VD