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Washu stared at Yosho, her body stiff with rapidly changing emotions. "So I contributed to the creation of the state of mind my child is in?" she snapped. "Yes I know Kagato is the main cause, but what good does it bring in accepting that he is? He's dead Yosho. Being angry at the dead does no good."
The old priest laid a gentle hand on the scientist's shoulder. "Washu, he is very much alive in Ryoko's mind, you've seen that. You have noticed how vivid everything is in her mind. It almost as if she does not just remember the memories, she relives them."
"She is Yosho," Washu smiled ruefully. "She doesn't just remember; she relives them. I always hated the fact that over time memories altered from what really happened to what you want to have happened. And I hated how over time even those faded." She moved away from her chair to stand at Ryoko's side. "I want Ryoko to remember without that happening to her and now it haunts her because I forgot that it's better that some memories fade. Hers. never will." She sank to her knees and took Ryoko's hand in her own. "They will. they will be real for as long as she lives." Washu's voice had dropped to a whisper. "Forgive me Ryoko."
The lab was suddenly filled with the eerie sound of organ music. Both Washu and Yosho looked to the monitor.
Ryoko opened her eyes to a darkened room. Where am I? she wondered. Moving slowly she waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Suddenly the room was flooded with light.
"Nice of you to join me." The voice echoed around the room. Her vision was blinded by the light. Her brow narrowed in thought, the voice sounded familiar but there was something different about it.
"Would you like to know who I am?"
Ignoring the voice, Ryoko closed her eyes and began searching the room by touch. Four walls were felt as she circled the floor on her knees. Organ music had begun to play; it was beautiful but for some reason disturbing. It was familiar but it wasn't. Leaning back against the wall Ryoko attempted to open her eyes. They opened once again to total darkness.
What could she do now? Maybe there's a way out through the ceiling. Standing slowly she reached up, her back sliding against the wall. She continued to follow the ceiling, which was low enough for her to place her palms flat against it. After tracing the ceiling along the wall she stopped and took a deep breath. The only place to check now was the middle of the room.
Her body had begun to tremble as she moved out into the darkness without support. Suddenly the floor was no longer beneath her feet. She screamed in fear as she tumbled into open space.
The organ had stopped playing.
She was floating, she didn't know how but she was.
"Hmmm, interesting response, it would be wise of you to stop screaming. Now Ryoko I have great plans for you."
"Who are you?" Ryoko screamed into the darkness.
"Sorry you'll have to wait for later for the answers to that question."
"Let me out of here. If you don't let me out I'm telling my mother."
"You have no mother Ryoko."
"Yes I do."
"Where is she then? Tell her to come get you."
Closing her eyes Ryoko stretched her mind towards the woman who had identified herself as her mother. Tentatively she mentally called out and waited for an answer. The returning silence was deafening. The sound of her own breathing was the only sound in the room.
There was no answer, mental or verbal. She tried again. And again.
"See, she's not answering is she?"
"Shut up. She might be busy, she'll answer."
Her tormentor laughed. "Keep trying then. Don't believe me; I was only trying to be honest."
The organ music began again.
Ryoko screamed. Opening her eyes, Washu was standing next to her bed in her room. Washu was wearing her nightclothes and wore an expression of concern.
"Ryoko, are you alright?" Washu asked kneeling next to the bed.
With a sob Ryoko threw her arms around Washu's neck.
Washu asked again what was wrong but Ryoko refused to say anything. Washu crawled in to the bed with Ryoko and held her until she fell back into an uneasy sleep.
~~~~~
"So, are you ready for more?" Ryoko's image asked Ayeka as the scene faded. "There's bunches more of this stuff you know."
"I. I don't know," the princess replied in a tiny voice. "After what I've just seen I'm not sure I can handle it. I wish Tenchi were here."
"Well he's not," came a voice from behind her. Ayeka whirled to find another Ryoko, this one looking more like the woman she knew from Tenchi's house. "He's dealing with problems of his own. Or rather my own." This older Ryoko sidled up to the princess. "It's just you and me babe."
Ayeka stepped away from the other girl's ephemeral image. "Ryoko, how dare you!" she exclaimed. "I'm not that kind of girl."
Ryoko's semi-transparent image shrugged. "Oh well, you don't know what you're missing."
The princess' mouth dropped open; she'd never expected this sort of behavior from Ryoko. "Hey," the image said. "Just kidding, right? If you don't want to see another Kagato memory, then how about this? I promise you there's no blood or anything in it." Ryoko pointed to a large puzzle piece near Ayeka's feet.
"I don't know whether to believe you or not," Ayeka said as she bent down to pick it up. This drew a sour look from Ryoko.
The pirate clutched her chest. "Ooh, that stings. Have I ever lied to you?"
The princess considered for a moment then her mouth twitched into a half smile. "No, but you don't always tell the whole story either." Ayeka picked up the piece and the scene around her changed. The two girls stood on the shrine grounds, near the cave where Ryoko had been imprisoned for so long.
"Told ya," commented Ryoko. "Nothing but good memories here. Now watch."
Ayeka did as she was told and watched as a young Tenchi, no more than 4 or 5 years old, emerged from the trail accompanied by an older woman carrying a parasol. The princess bit off an exclamation as she recognized the woman with Tenchi. She watched as the woman seated herself on a convenient rock while Tenchi chased insects through the grass with a small net.
Ayeka felt a tug on her sleeve and followed Ryoko's pointing finger to the entrance of the cave. She saw a ghostly figure of Ryoko watching the boy with a sad look on her face.
"I wanted so badly to be able to play with him," her Ryoko said, a tear forming in her eye. She wiped it away with her arm. "He could feel my presence you know, but he couldn't actually see or hear me. He was the first person who wasn't actually afraid of me. I think I comforted him." Ayeka was silent as she watched the other Ryoko smile occasionally when a bug would get away from the boy or some other event would take place.
"I watched generations of Masaki's grow up," Ryoko continued. "But Tenchi was the first one that didn't run away when he felt me. He awoke something in me, something that had been missing for centuries."
The scene suddenly changed. They were in the same field but it was near dusk and the sky was overcast. A just slightly older Tenchi came bursting through the woods, tears streaming down his face. He fell to the ground sobbing at the entrance to the cave. "Why Grandma, why?" he cried, but there was no one around to answer him. Ryoko's ghostly form suddenly appeared above the boy and Ayeka watched as she knelt down and tried to run her fingers through his hair.
"This was the day his Grandmother died," the other Ryoko said. "I wanted to hold him, to tell him everything would be all right. He didn't even know I was there."
The scene faded back to an empty field in bright sunlight. Ayeka stretched herself out on the soft grass, Ryoko sat down beside her and started picking the green blades and flicking them out towards the center of the field. "She's not dead you know," the princess said suddenly.
"Wha.? Who's not dead?" Ryoko asked.
"Tenchi's grandmother. The woman we saw him with was Airi. She didn't die, she was called home."
"Called home?" Ryoko wondered. "You mean like Elvis?"
Ayeka snickered, recalling that silly American movie they had all watched together, and then rolled over to look at the pirate. "Yes, exactly. She was. is an old friend of my brother's from the Academy. I never knew that she was ever here on Earth though. Or that she and Yosho had any children together."
"Time for a long talk with brother Yosho then, right?" Ryoko asked, grinning slyly.
"Indeed," Ayeka replied. There was a long silence; Ayeka was lost in her thoughts and Ryoko waiting for the princess to say something else. Finally Ayeka broke the silence.
"You said that Tenchi awakened something in you, what was that?" Ayeka asked, looking up into the blue sky. Ryoko fell back until she too was laying and looking up at the fluffy clouds passing by.
"Emotions, feelings," the pirate replied. "The only thing Kagato let me feel was a little joy after I killed someone or stole something. I was a tool for him to use, nothing more, and tools don't have feelings." There was another moment of silence. "You know," Ryoko continued. "I've had a number of, well let's not call them lovers, just very temporary companions, during my life. I've never actually felt anything for them though. Not like I feel toward Tenchi. Every time I get near to him. Ayeka," Ryoko rolled over to look at the other girl and propped her head up on her hand. "What does an orgasm feel like?" she asked with all sincerity.
"Well, it's kind of." Ayeka turned bright red. "Never mind," she finished quickly. The princess stood up and the puzzle that represented Ryoko's mind appeared before her. As she placed the piece that she held, she noticed that there were only a few more pieces missing.
~~~~~
"I'm not sure I understand what's happening with Ryoko," Sasami stated, her wide-eyed gaze bouncing back and forth between her brother and Washu. "There seems to be several different Ryoko's at once."
"Not at all," Washu replied, looking at Yosho calmly sitting and drinking a cup of tea as he watched events unfold on the monitors. "What you're seeing is the different aspects of Ryoko's personality. We all have them; they color how we react to different situations. It's just that in Ryoko's case."
Yosho gently set down his teacup. "They've become fragmented, separated from each other; much like her memories," he finished Washu's explanation.
"You mean there are different Sasami's inside me?" wondered the little princess.
"Oh yes," Yosho agreed. "They are what make you laugh and cry, become angry or sad."
"But those are emotions." Sasami was a bit perplexed. "Ryoko said that Kagato..." Her face suddenly brightened. "Oh, I see."
"Exactly," said the old priest, picking up his cup and refocusing his attention on the action taking place in Ryoko's mind. He didn't see, or pretended not to see, the odd look that Washu was giving him from across the room.
~~~~~
Tenchi blinked as the puzzle again appeared in front of him. Ayeka was still AWOL. Ryoko why did you show me that? Why did she show me that? It was her first glimpse of Kagato as evil. he thought as he looked around in confusion. There was no sign of the woman who memories he was being exposed to. He asked the question again, this time aloud, and then she stood before him as a faded version of herself. Her arms were wrapped around her upper body and she gave off a mixture of fear and sadness.
"I don't know; that's the first time I've remembered that since it happened. But see that's the thing; I'm really not sure which ones are real or memories I made up or ones he put there."
"Why didn't you tell Washu?"
"What was I supposed to tell her? Hey mom, I think I might be going crazy," Ryoko growled at him. "There is a voice in my head and it's saying things that frighten me?
"Yes," Tenchi replied somberly. "If she is truly your mother, she'd understand."
What happened next shocked everyone, the participants and the watchers. Ryoko snarled and lunged at Tenchi in anger, her energy sword hissing into bright orange life; Ayeka suddenly appeared between them and Ryoko's blade entered Ayeka's shoulder, the smell of cauterized flesh filling the air. Ryoko backed away in horror as the princess fell to her knees in front of her. The energy sword fizzled out but no one noticed. Tenchi knelt down and took the injured princess in his arms. Ayeka smiled up at him, pain making her moan slightly with each breath. She turned her attention to the pirate. "Why?" the princess asked in a weak voice. "You love him so much." Ryoko just looked at the other girl, the princess' pain mirrored in her own face. "You love him, and I think that he." Ayeka's form faded away before she could finish.
Tenchi stood up and looked at Ryoko angrily. "Ryoko that was uncalled for. All she was trying to do was help you!" Tenchi said in a harsh, angry voice.
"I wasn't trying to hit her," the pirate snapped in response. She took a step back from the boy. "Who are you to judge me?" she yelled. "What right do you have to tell me that I'm at fault? I've suffered through that once and I refuse to do it again. Everything I've done it was out a need to be loved but..." she snorted, quieting down somewhat. "It makes me wonder if it is really worth it. Worth my life, my soul, my sanity?"
Ryoko opened and closed her hand, her sword flickering on and off as Tenchi stood watching. Finally she stopped with the sword extended. She drooped backwards, holding the sword in her left hand across her chest, the tip resting at her throat. "I used to beg to die but no one listened. I couldn't kill myself then and really doubt that I could now, but death suddenly seems like a peaceful thing."
~~~~~
Sasami yelped in shock as her sister set off some of the numerous machines that Washu had her connected to. In the background she heard other alarms going off.
"Miss Washu, something's wrong with Ayeka!" Sasami said holding her sister's hand in a death grip.
"Hold on, I'm coming, I need to.Yosho I want to talk with you later, but for right now I want you keep an eye on Ryoko and Tenchi." She said over her shoulder punching keys on her laptop and moving towards Ayeka.
"Waaashuuu," Sasami wailed when Ayeka's eyes snapped open and her body began to shake from shock. A spot of blood, not a lot but still very visible, formed on the fabric covering purple-haired princess' shoulder.
8~~~8 Well another chapter done after a really long time I hope it was worth the wait cuz we put a lot of work into it. Hang around and we hope to have another out soon. Thanks BOBR. Happy Reading M~
Washu stared at Yosho, her body stiff with rapidly changing emotions. "So I contributed to the creation of the state of mind my child is in?" she snapped. "Yes I know Kagato is the main cause, but what good does it bring in accepting that he is? He's dead Yosho. Being angry at the dead does no good."
The old priest laid a gentle hand on the scientist's shoulder. "Washu, he is very much alive in Ryoko's mind, you've seen that. You have noticed how vivid everything is in her mind. It almost as if she does not just remember the memories, she relives them."
"She is Yosho," Washu smiled ruefully. "She doesn't just remember; she relives them. I always hated the fact that over time memories altered from what really happened to what you want to have happened. And I hated how over time even those faded." She moved away from her chair to stand at Ryoko's side. "I want Ryoko to remember without that happening to her and now it haunts her because I forgot that it's better that some memories fade. Hers. never will." She sank to her knees and took Ryoko's hand in her own. "They will. they will be real for as long as she lives." Washu's voice had dropped to a whisper. "Forgive me Ryoko."
The lab was suddenly filled with the eerie sound of organ music. Both Washu and Yosho looked to the monitor.
Ryoko opened her eyes to a darkened room. Where am I? she wondered. Moving slowly she waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Suddenly the room was flooded with light.
"Nice of you to join me." The voice echoed around the room. Her vision was blinded by the light. Her brow narrowed in thought, the voice sounded familiar but there was something different about it.
"Would you like to know who I am?"
Ignoring the voice, Ryoko closed her eyes and began searching the room by touch. Four walls were felt as she circled the floor on her knees. Organ music had begun to play; it was beautiful but for some reason disturbing. It was familiar but it wasn't. Leaning back against the wall Ryoko attempted to open her eyes. They opened once again to total darkness.
What could she do now? Maybe there's a way out through the ceiling. Standing slowly she reached up, her back sliding against the wall. She continued to follow the ceiling, which was low enough for her to place her palms flat against it. After tracing the ceiling along the wall she stopped and took a deep breath. The only place to check now was the middle of the room.
Her body had begun to tremble as she moved out into the darkness without support. Suddenly the floor was no longer beneath her feet. She screamed in fear as she tumbled into open space.
The organ had stopped playing.
She was floating, she didn't know how but she was.
"Hmmm, interesting response, it would be wise of you to stop screaming. Now Ryoko I have great plans for you."
"Who are you?" Ryoko screamed into the darkness.
"Sorry you'll have to wait for later for the answers to that question."
"Let me out of here. If you don't let me out I'm telling my mother."
"You have no mother Ryoko."
"Yes I do."
"Where is she then? Tell her to come get you."
Closing her eyes Ryoko stretched her mind towards the woman who had identified herself as her mother. Tentatively she mentally called out and waited for an answer. The returning silence was deafening. The sound of her own breathing was the only sound in the room.
There was no answer, mental or verbal. She tried again. And again.
"See, she's not answering is she?"
"Shut up. She might be busy, she'll answer."
Her tormentor laughed. "Keep trying then. Don't believe me; I was only trying to be honest."
The organ music began again.
Ryoko screamed. Opening her eyes, Washu was standing next to her bed in her room. Washu was wearing her nightclothes and wore an expression of concern.
"Ryoko, are you alright?" Washu asked kneeling next to the bed.
With a sob Ryoko threw her arms around Washu's neck.
Washu asked again what was wrong but Ryoko refused to say anything. Washu crawled in to the bed with Ryoko and held her until she fell back into an uneasy sleep.
~~~~~
"So, are you ready for more?" Ryoko's image asked Ayeka as the scene faded. "There's bunches more of this stuff you know."
"I. I don't know," the princess replied in a tiny voice. "After what I've just seen I'm not sure I can handle it. I wish Tenchi were here."
"Well he's not," came a voice from behind her. Ayeka whirled to find another Ryoko, this one looking more like the woman she knew from Tenchi's house. "He's dealing with problems of his own. Or rather my own." This older Ryoko sidled up to the princess. "It's just you and me babe."
Ayeka stepped away from the other girl's ephemeral image. "Ryoko, how dare you!" she exclaimed. "I'm not that kind of girl."
Ryoko's semi-transparent image shrugged. "Oh well, you don't know what you're missing."
The princess' mouth dropped open; she'd never expected this sort of behavior from Ryoko. "Hey," the image said. "Just kidding, right? If you don't want to see another Kagato memory, then how about this? I promise you there's no blood or anything in it." Ryoko pointed to a large puzzle piece near Ayeka's feet.
"I don't know whether to believe you or not," Ayeka said as she bent down to pick it up. This drew a sour look from Ryoko.
The pirate clutched her chest. "Ooh, that stings. Have I ever lied to you?"
The princess considered for a moment then her mouth twitched into a half smile. "No, but you don't always tell the whole story either." Ayeka picked up the piece and the scene around her changed. The two girls stood on the shrine grounds, near the cave where Ryoko had been imprisoned for so long.
"Told ya," commented Ryoko. "Nothing but good memories here. Now watch."
Ayeka did as she was told and watched as a young Tenchi, no more than 4 or 5 years old, emerged from the trail accompanied by an older woman carrying a parasol. The princess bit off an exclamation as she recognized the woman with Tenchi. She watched as the woman seated herself on a convenient rock while Tenchi chased insects through the grass with a small net.
Ayeka felt a tug on her sleeve and followed Ryoko's pointing finger to the entrance of the cave. She saw a ghostly figure of Ryoko watching the boy with a sad look on her face.
"I wanted so badly to be able to play with him," her Ryoko said, a tear forming in her eye. She wiped it away with her arm. "He could feel my presence you know, but he couldn't actually see or hear me. He was the first person who wasn't actually afraid of me. I think I comforted him." Ayeka was silent as she watched the other Ryoko smile occasionally when a bug would get away from the boy or some other event would take place.
"I watched generations of Masaki's grow up," Ryoko continued. "But Tenchi was the first one that didn't run away when he felt me. He awoke something in me, something that had been missing for centuries."
The scene suddenly changed. They were in the same field but it was near dusk and the sky was overcast. A just slightly older Tenchi came bursting through the woods, tears streaming down his face. He fell to the ground sobbing at the entrance to the cave. "Why Grandma, why?" he cried, but there was no one around to answer him. Ryoko's ghostly form suddenly appeared above the boy and Ayeka watched as she knelt down and tried to run her fingers through his hair.
"This was the day his Grandmother died," the other Ryoko said. "I wanted to hold him, to tell him everything would be all right. He didn't even know I was there."
The scene faded back to an empty field in bright sunlight. Ayeka stretched herself out on the soft grass, Ryoko sat down beside her and started picking the green blades and flicking them out towards the center of the field. "She's not dead you know," the princess said suddenly.
"Wha.? Who's not dead?" Ryoko asked.
"Tenchi's grandmother. The woman we saw him with was Airi. She didn't die, she was called home."
"Called home?" Ryoko wondered. "You mean like Elvis?"
Ayeka snickered, recalling that silly American movie they had all watched together, and then rolled over to look at the pirate. "Yes, exactly. She was. is an old friend of my brother's from the Academy. I never knew that she was ever here on Earth though. Or that she and Yosho had any children together."
"Time for a long talk with brother Yosho then, right?" Ryoko asked, grinning slyly.
"Indeed," Ayeka replied. There was a long silence; Ayeka was lost in her thoughts and Ryoko waiting for the princess to say something else. Finally Ayeka broke the silence.
"You said that Tenchi awakened something in you, what was that?" Ayeka asked, looking up into the blue sky. Ryoko fell back until she too was laying and looking up at the fluffy clouds passing by.
"Emotions, feelings," the pirate replied. "The only thing Kagato let me feel was a little joy after I killed someone or stole something. I was a tool for him to use, nothing more, and tools don't have feelings." There was another moment of silence. "You know," Ryoko continued. "I've had a number of, well let's not call them lovers, just very temporary companions, during my life. I've never actually felt anything for them though. Not like I feel toward Tenchi. Every time I get near to him. Ayeka," Ryoko rolled over to look at the other girl and propped her head up on her hand. "What does an orgasm feel like?" she asked with all sincerity.
"Well, it's kind of." Ayeka turned bright red. "Never mind," she finished quickly. The princess stood up and the puzzle that represented Ryoko's mind appeared before her. As she placed the piece that she held, she noticed that there were only a few more pieces missing.
~~~~~
"I'm not sure I understand what's happening with Ryoko," Sasami stated, her wide-eyed gaze bouncing back and forth between her brother and Washu. "There seems to be several different Ryoko's at once."
"Not at all," Washu replied, looking at Yosho calmly sitting and drinking a cup of tea as he watched events unfold on the monitors. "What you're seeing is the different aspects of Ryoko's personality. We all have them; they color how we react to different situations. It's just that in Ryoko's case."
Yosho gently set down his teacup. "They've become fragmented, separated from each other; much like her memories," he finished Washu's explanation.
"You mean there are different Sasami's inside me?" wondered the little princess.
"Oh yes," Yosho agreed. "They are what make you laugh and cry, become angry or sad."
"But those are emotions." Sasami was a bit perplexed. "Ryoko said that Kagato..." Her face suddenly brightened. "Oh, I see."
"Exactly," said the old priest, picking up his cup and refocusing his attention on the action taking place in Ryoko's mind. He didn't see, or pretended not to see, the odd look that Washu was giving him from across the room.
~~~~~
Tenchi blinked as the puzzle again appeared in front of him. Ayeka was still AWOL. Ryoko why did you show me that? Why did she show me that? It was her first glimpse of Kagato as evil. he thought as he looked around in confusion. There was no sign of the woman who memories he was being exposed to. He asked the question again, this time aloud, and then she stood before him as a faded version of herself. Her arms were wrapped around her upper body and she gave off a mixture of fear and sadness.
"I don't know; that's the first time I've remembered that since it happened. But see that's the thing; I'm really not sure which ones are real or memories I made up or ones he put there."
"Why didn't you tell Washu?"
"What was I supposed to tell her? Hey mom, I think I might be going crazy," Ryoko growled at him. "There is a voice in my head and it's saying things that frighten me?
"Yes," Tenchi replied somberly. "If she is truly your mother, she'd understand."
What happened next shocked everyone, the participants and the watchers. Ryoko snarled and lunged at Tenchi in anger, her energy sword hissing into bright orange life; Ayeka suddenly appeared between them and Ryoko's blade entered Ayeka's shoulder, the smell of cauterized flesh filling the air. Ryoko backed away in horror as the princess fell to her knees in front of her. The energy sword fizzled out but no one noticed. Tenchi knelt down and took the injured princess in his arms. Ayeka smiled up at him, pain making her moan slightly with each breath. She turned her attention to the pirate. "Why?" the princess asked in a weak voice. "You love him so much." Ryoko just looked at the other girl, the princess' pain mirrored in her own face. "You love him, and I think that he." Ayeka's form faded away before she could finish.
Tenchi stood up and looked at Ryoko angrily. "Ryoko that was uncalled for. All she was trying to do was help you!" Tenchi said in a harsh, angry voice.
"I wasn't trying to hit her," the pirate snapped in response. She took a step back from the boy. "Who are you to judge me?" she yelled. "What right do you have to tell me that I'm at fault? I've suffered through that once and I refuse to do it again. Everything I've done it was out a need to be loved but..." she snorted, quieting down somewhat. "It makes me wonder if it is really worth it. Worth my life, my soul, my sanity?"
Ryoko opened and closed her hand, her sword flickering on and off as Tenchi stood watching. Finally she stopped with the sword extended. She drooped backwards, holding the sword in her left hand across her chest, the tip resting at her throat. "I used to beg to die but no one listened. I couldn't kill myself then and really doubt that I could now, but death suddenly seems like a peaceful thing."
~~~~~
Sasami yelped in shock as her sister set off some of the numerous machines that Washu had her connected to. In the background she heard other alarms going off.
"Miss Washu, something's wrong with Ayeka!" Sasami said holding her sister's hand in a death grip.
"Hold on, I'm coming, I need to.Yosho I want to talk with you later, but for right now I want you keep an eye on Ryoko and Tenchi." She said over her shoulder punching keys on her laptop and moving towards Ayeka.
"Waaashuuu," Sasami wailed when Ayeka's eyes snapped open and her body began to shake from shock. A spot of blood, not a lot but still very visible, formed on the fabric covering purple-haired princess' shoulder.
8~~~8 Well another chapter done after a really long time I hope it was worth the wait cuz we put a lot of work into it. Hang around and we hope to have another out soon. Thanks BOBR. Happy Reading M~