Author's Notes/Disclaimer: We're finally close to the end now. I'm hoping that this is the penultimate chaptper, so brace yourselves, it's all gonna kick off here! I created the Knights while Naoko Takeuchi owns everything else Sailor Moon-related.

Chapter XXVI: White Wedding

Int. Apartment 211, Hikawa View Apartments - December 25th 2002, 7:55 am.

"Merry Christmas guys!"

December 25th, Christmas Day. A day heralded worldwide as a day of peace and love, a day spent with family and friends, a day when the world abandons everything to be with loved ones. Apartment 211 was no different. Despite the absence of Chad, who claimed he had decided to spend the holiday with his "grandmother" in Kobe, all were in the Christmas spirit.

It was not Japanese tradition to erect a Christmas tree in the living room of a house as Christmas was more of a time for lovers than family, but Mark had taken the time to print out a picture of a Christmas tree on some card, which now hung on the wall directly above the small pile of delicatley wrapped gifts.
"Morning Sarah." called Mark from the kitchen, the glorious fumes of sizzling bacon filling the atmosphere. "Merry Christmas."
"You're up early Mark. I heard you at about half six this morning."
"Well, I can't sleep on Christmas eve." he chuckled, a faint yawn escaping his mouth. "I've never been able to ever since I was a little kid. I just get too excited about the next day."
"Heh. Same here. This is the first time in a few years I've managed to sleep easy on Christmas eve." she yawned in return. "I was absolutely knackered last night."

"So any idea when lazy arse is gonna get up?"
"I heard that Mark." called another voice from further down the hallway.
"Speak of the devil. Morning Jack."
"Yeah, Merry Christmas Mark." He sat down on the sofa next to Sarah, giving her an affectionate cuddle, resulting in a purr of joy from her, before reaching for the remote and turning on the television. "About damn time too!" he exclaimed.
"What's up?" enquired Mark curiously.
"Looks like they've isolated the reason for that whole fainting at that concert thing." Mark peered out of the Kitchen anxiously.
"Which is?"
"Carbon Dioxide." Mark breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily the public still did not know of the latest Dark Kingdom threat. That was to change sometime soon though, he had known that for a while. The weather could turn at any second, and if snow fell, the battle would begin.

Mark dived into the kitchin once again before emerging from a vast cloud of gaseous fats and smoke, a bacon sandwich and a cup of tea, two sugars, in hand.
"Wow. I'm surprised no-one died."
"Good morning and merry christmas." Said the presenter as Mark turned on the television, the channel set to a Japanese english-speaking news channel. "Japan gears up its precautionary measures in the wake of the recent attacks in the electric district."
"I'm not surprised there..." said Sarah. "Christmas is supposed to be about peace and love, but what the hell do terrorists know about that?"
"Tokyo is preparing for the first white Christmas in years this as a last-minute snow cloud is expected to hit East Hokkaido this afternoon." Mark dropped his bacon sandwich back down onto his plate, whichlanded with a splat.

"Today's the day..."
"Yeah, I know! Christmas! I'll tell you what, I'll go make the coffees. I need to wake up before I open my presents!" Joyfully Sarah jogged away into the fog cloud that was the kitchen. Mark did not seem nowhere near as optimistic.
"Jack, I'll be back in a moment. I just need to use the phone." Slowly he found his feet, paced towards the hallway and reached for the telephone, agonisingly dialing.
"Chiba and Tsukino."
"Darien, it's bad news."
"I know. I've just seen the forecast." Mark strolled to his room. Opening his curtains, the clouds were already visible to the east of the pictuesque crystal sky.
"So what's the plan now? It looks like it's gonna hit during the middle of the wedding."
"Well, it it seems pretty bad. Amy and Greg's big day is gonna be ruined, but at least there will be eight Sailor Senshi, myself and you. Sailor Pluto's handed temporary charge of the Doors of Time to the American Pluto Senshi just so she could be at the ceremony, so that means she'll come into play. I really must call Serena as soon as I can though. I don't think she knows yet." Mark promptly interrupted before Darien hung up.

"What about my lot though? The English Knights?"
"Ah yeah, Serena briefly mentioned something about them. What about them?"
"If we keep them nearby that means we've got a total squad of eighteen Senshi. That should bring more than enough strength to win the final battle."
"I see..."
"The only problem is where to find a place close to the church that's open today."
"Well, there's always Central Park. That's not too far away." Realising he had left his laptop on all night, Mark quickly called up a map of central Tokyo.
"I've just called up a map." Mark whirred the pointer about, searching for somewhere his friends could stay on this bitterly cold day. "You're right. The park looks like the best bet."
"Yeah, okay. I'm sorry, I've really gotta go now."
"Okay. See ya at the altar."

No sooner than he had hung up, Mark dialed again. Still he gazed at the map.
"Okay, where could they hit?" He tapped his fingers on his desk, unable to divert his attention from the illuminous glow of the screen.
"Hello?"
"Merry Christmas Anna."
"Thanks!" squealed Anna with a sudden burst of excitement. "I wish I could say everyone could say the same, but they're all still asleep. I dunno how they could possible lie in on Christmas Day."
"Well, it would be best if you get them all up as soon as possible. I've got news and it ain't pretty." Anna's heart sank.
"What do you mean?"
"Today's the day. The battle kicks off this afternoon."
"WHAT?! You've gotta be kidding me!" Enraged at the news Anna was ready to slam down the phone in anger. At the last moment, however, she realised what a stupid move this would be and put the phone back to her ear.

"You heard me. It all ends today. I'm just looking for potential flashpoints now." Anna still needed convincing.
"And how can you be certain of this?"
"Visions."
"Oh for goodness sake Mark..." An aura of refusal had invaded Anna. "Of all days of the year, this is the one day I refuse to fight on!"
"Well you're gonna have to break that rule. Just get everyone up and spread the news."
"Okay, okay, I will do. So what the hell do we do today?" Although Mark remained as serene as his typically mild temper allowed, Anna was unsure what to believe, nor was she sure what to do.

"Everyone hands around the Cental Park, near the main city church. Myself and all of the senshi bar Sailor Mars will be there for the wedding of Sailor Mercury. It's gonna be cold and we're due snow, so wrap up."
"Great, so we're gonna be freezing our arses of while we're waiting for this." Mark was running out of time and patience.
"Quit complaining Anna! Unless you've forgotten, the Earth is on the line again! You may be the leader, but you've gotta show more alertness and readyness at times like these!"
"Okay! Just quit complaining!" Both parties were close to screaming. Anna could be more than slightly argumentative at times, but this was truely taking the biscuit. "Anyway, looks like we've just woken Lucy up now..."
"Okay." said Mark with all the calmness he could manage. "Everyone must be in Central Park within close proximity of the church at half one at the latest. When this does kick off, we're going straight into top gear, so the armour does apply."

"Got it. I'll see you on the battlefield then. I hope you enjoy the wedding while it lasts."
"Yeah, thanks. I'll see you around." Ending the call, Mark sat back and gazed to the cream ceiling, glowing from the almost perfectly clear skies.
"Get your act together Anna... There's more than just the Earth at stake here..."

Int. "The War Room", Negaverse command center - December 25th 2002, 9:00 am.

"Good morning. I believe we all know the purpose of this morning's meeting."

The War Room and its inhabitants belched more than a hint of enthusiasm as the final meeting of the high command and generals commenced. Chaired by Beryl, all major players from the organisation were present, all bar Malachite. The absence was notable.
"Before I start, may I ask of the whereabouts of Malachite?" The room fell silent. "Okay then. I shall start without him."

"Today is the day of our final push for rightiousness, the battle for control of Earth. All we have to do is defeat the Sailor Scouts and the Mars Knight." Murmers escaped from the mouths of Tomoe, Wiseman and Prince Diamond as they discussed the reasoning behind her statement. Still she continued. "I know it's easier said than done. We have all suffered defeat at their hands in the past. However, recent events have conspired against them, with successful attacks such as operation Starry Night. With this I believe fate may be on our side this time. Wiseman will now run through the battle plan." As Beryl sat, Wiseman hovered above the table, an ability he treasured, being a demon so short in stature.

"Our assault begins at three o'clock sharp Tokyo time. We understand that the Sailor Scouts are attending the wedding of Amy Mizuno a.k.a Sailor Mercury at the time. Because of this we will bring the fight to them at the central Tokyo methodist church and hope to gain the advantage of surprise. However, we are unsure of where the Mars Knight will be at the time, so until then we bring Sailor Mars into action as bait. Once he arrives on the scene we shall dispose of her." The words rang in the ears of Prince Diamond. Sailor Mars would be dead by the end of the day. He knew that it was extremely lucky that Malachite was not in the room at the moment: such news would devastate him and aggrevate him. However, he knew he had to argue against the case on behalf of his friend and colleague.

"If I may ask, why exactly has the decision to execute Sailor Mars on the battlefield been made? Is it not possible for her to serve some sort of purpose after all this is over?" Wiseman focused in on Prince Diamond, his shadowed face making the task of determining his expression impossible.
"She will serve no purpose once this is over. The death of her will also greatly decrease the morale of the Sailor Scouts and will also destroy the Mars Knight. She is the reason the Mars Knight has followed this compaign so asserively, and if she dies, the Mars Knight will have nothing left to live for."
"But Lord -"
"She will be executed. Case closed. Now if I find you interfering with the plans once more you shall not live to see this battle. You will be executed for treason if you do not comply!" Dejected and fearful, Diamond backed down immediately.
"Yes my Lord."

It was true that Malachite had not attended the briefing. However, he was still present in the command centre - in the company of Raye. He had spent most of the morning with her running through the tactics and plans for the final assault, not knowing of the raging debate in the War Room.

"So are you now clear on our three main plans for this battle?" With a number of maps and texts spread out across the table, Malachite sat opposite Raye, his face stone cold in all seriousness.
"Yes I am."
"Right, so remember, you must act professionally and seriously. Any fooling around will not be tolerated, and believe me you do not want to get on the wrong side of Queen Beryl." Raye sighed in boredom.
"Yes, I know. You've already told me a thousand times before." Malachite sat straight, trying his best to remain profession despite his compassionate feelings for her.
"I care for you. That's why I keep saying it." Raye glanced up in shock at him. The seemingly strict general who appeared not to care for a single thing other that power and Beryl had just unwittingly revealed his innermost secret.
"What?" Raye seemed bemused. This was somewhat of a shock to the system for her. Malachite immediately went on the defensive.

"I said want you to come out of all this in one piece. There will be a place for you in the new era. Just be cautious yet assertive." There was no fooling her. She had latched on to those four words and was not willing to let go.
"No. You said something before then. You said you cared for me." The nerves jangled as Malachite began to lose his collectiveness. He was truely in trouble if Raye now reacted badly, even more so if she told Beryl.
"It was a slip of the tongue!" he exclaimed, lifting himself from his chair.
"So you're saying you don't care for me. Is that it?" That was it. Malachite had now officially lost all chance of a comeback. He had to appear calm and assertive, yet he could not provide an adequet answer. Either he admitted his feelings to Raye or he lost her respect.

"I will not warrant an answer to that question. Now may we continue with the briefing?" Raye's face was now as stone cold as Malachite's was only a few moments ago. There was an anxious silence, a silence Malachite wanted to keep for as long as he could. It was shattered violently. "TELL ME!" screamed Raye, slamming her fist on the table.
"Okay! I did mean what I said!" shouted Malachite back. "Over the past few weeks I have certainly grown fond of you and just want you to be very careful out there!" He paused to regain his composure. "Now you have two choices. Either keep this to yourself and no-one gets hurt, or tell Queen Beryl and get us both killed. She'll certainly waste no time in getting rid of us both."
"I'm not sure what to make of this..." mumbled Raye.
"Look, just forget it for now. Put it out of your mind. We've got way more important issues to deal with right now." Raye stood up and cautiously walked towards him, stopping only when she was face-to-fac with him.

"Is this just caring for my welfare, or is this more than just caring?" Raye was still aggrevated and serious, yet she seemed to have an aurora of seduction around her.
"And why should I tell you?" There was no reply from Raye; She just closed her eyes and leant forward that extra inch, the extra inch between Malachite's lips and her own. The alluring scent of her perfume invaded his nostrils as he too closed his eyes, and letting instinc take over, deepeed the kiss. At that moment nothing else mattered. He couldn't care less whether or not the Dark Kingdom secured victory that afternoon. Quite frankly, he couldn't give a damn if he even lived to see the end of the day. Holding Raye in his arms was all he had ever dreamed of for the past two months, and now that was reality. Breaking the kiss, Raye gleaming raven eyes gazed up into Malachite's, her fingers entangling themselves in the silver waterfall that was his hair.

"That is exactly why you should tell me."

Ext. Central Tokyo Methodist Church - 25th December 2002, 2:30 pm.

A chill in the air. What seemed on any other occasion perfectly ordinary weather for Christmas Day was tearing away at the thoughts of the Sailor Senshi and Mark. They were now just waiting for the beginning of the end, the moment the Dark Kingdom reared its hideous head to ruin Amy's wedding day. Mark, wearing his best black suit, a small white lilly pretruding from his breast pocket, and cream tie had been one of the first guests to appear, arriving and taking his seat on the side of Amy's family only moments after Hotaru and Trista.

He remained silent, staring at the rather magnificent archetecture of the spiraling columns winding their way up and caressing the perplexing patterns engraved into the roof. The pewter was only interrupted by the occasional stripe of blood red cascading along the archways. Directly above the rows of deep mahogany benches in the congregation hung gleaming lamps filling the hall with a heavenly glow. There was nothing else to do during the time, but he always liked to admire what beauty man could create.

Slowly but surely as time progressed, more guests arrived to take their places. Most of those attending Mark did not recognise at all, most he knew he probably wouldn't ever meet again after this day. In all possibility, he knew that these people may not be alive to see the end of the day, likewise with himself. There was nothing he could do until the battle kicked off though.

It was now a quarter to three. He could not see the outside due to the stained glass windows, but he could feel the chill invading the atmosphere of the church. The time was drawing ever closer. Further still the guests trickled in, and Mark once more looked down at his watch.
"Another minute that passes is another minute of innocense and freedom..." he whispered to himself before glancing behind himself once more. Darien had arrived, and was now walking down the aisle alongside Greg and someone who appeared to be Greg's father. Faint bickering could be heard from the direction of the guests on Greg's side of the congregation, yet Mark remained silent.
"Ah. I'm getting too nervous... Gotta talk to someone..." He could not bear his own silence. Slowly he stood up and crept two rows forwards, placing hemself next to Amara.

"Mark." said Amara in her usual dry tone.
"Good afternoon ladies." he replied as cheerfully as he managed.
"So I hear this is it. This afternoon it all ends."
"Looks like it Michelle." sighed Mark. "As long as they don't strike during the ceremony itself. I don't want Miss Mizuno's big day to be ruined in any way, shape or form."
"You can say that again." In front of the trio a woman seemingly in her late forties who looked exactly like an older version of Amy walked down the aisle, taking her seat on the front row. "I take it that's her mother."
"Dr. Mizuno herself. If she's sitting down there now, that must mean Amy's father's walking her down the aisle." Michelle swiftly interrupted Amara's comments.
"Her father's an artist. He divorced her mother over fifteen years ago, but occasionally visited just to check on Amy."
"I see."

"I'm not really surprised to hear that her father would be there. Even though Mr. and Dr. Mizuno dispised each other in the end, they still both loved their only daughter more than anything else." Gazing around further, Mark nodded understandably.
"So wherebouts are Mina, Serena and Lita? I thought they would have been here by now."
"Bridesmaids." replied Michelle promptly. "They're gonna arrive right behind Ami and her father."
"I see." Silence persued once more as Mark struggled to make conversation. He had too much on his mind. At any moment he faced his final chance to bring Raye away from the illusion of the Dark Kingdom. The end was nigh, yet he dared not to think of any possible outcome. The organ ended his silence. The organ, from which its magnificent pipes flowed the melody of the bridal march.

Attention became undivided and concentrated on the doorway to the back of the room. Attention concentrated soley on once aqua-haired young woman draped from head to toe in what could only be described as the most stunningly beautiful wedding dress a woman of her stature could wear, the heavenly white glow portraying all things pure and innocent. Side-by-side with her taller, snow-haired, sharply-dressed father, she was persued by three of her greatest friends. Mina, her orange, slightly toned-down replica of Amy's own dress, representing the light of love, the love of friendship and the love between Amy and Greg. Serena, her golden attire representing the hopes of the couple for the future. Makoto, her evergreen dress representing nature, the nature of humans of coming togehter as a community in good times and bad, plentiful times and hard times.

However, it was apparant on the face of every one of Amy's closest friends that something of the upmost importance was missing. Raye. The expression of Serena especially was forcing a smile, although it was all too clear that she was wishing for Raye's arrival. Mark guessed the same for Amy, the knowledge of not seeing one of her best friend present at her own wedding seemingly hard to mask. Yet still they knew they had to carry on without her, and as the organ stopped as Amy stood side-by-side for the final time as a single woman, the entire congregation fell silent and sat attentively.

Ext. Central Park, Tokyo - 25th December 2003, 2:58 pm.

"Well, this isn't exactly the ideal way to spend your christmas day..."

The group of Englishmen and -women, all wrapped up in the warmest gear they had packed, had now been waiting in the Park, huddled round a single bench, for nearly two hours. The bitterly cold wind gave the eight a struggle to keep their heat despite the many leayers of clothing. Clouds above had congregated and were becomming duller by the second. The sun could not shine, leaving the area in limbo between the light and the dark.

"You said it Andrew." replied a shivering Steff. "I will be truely pissed off with Mark if this turns out to be a hoax." The group nodded in unison.
"I think it's fair to say that the whole lot of us will." replied Jay.

"Friends and family, we are gathered here today (in this beautiful place) to witness the joining of two lives. This is the marriage celebration of two people who are special to you." The ceremony had begun. As all those present sat in silence, most of the guests were smiling gleefully for the couple standing at the altar. Mark was trying his upmost to follow suit, as too was Michelle and Amara. Yet the knowledge of what was to happen ate away at them.

"Who gives the Bride away?"
"I do." Amy's father stood up momentarily before sitting down once again.
"These two separate people have chosen this special time and place to be married to each other. The decision to marry is not entered into lightly, but rather is undertaken with great consideration and respect for both the other person and oneself. You as friends and family are able to celebrate with Amy and Greg in the making of this important commitment." Mark glanced at his watch. Three o'clock exactly. He knew the Sailor Scouts were now living off borrowed time. Breathing deeper, he returned his attention to the altar.

"The esscence of marriage is love and love is one of the highest experiences that we as human beings can share. Love adds meaning to our lives. One of the greatest things we can do is to love another human being as a husband and wife love each other. Marriage symbolisesthe sharing of two lives. Yet this closeness will not diminish the character or being of either individual partner. As your marriage continues to grow, your understanding of each other will continue to expand. Time and togetherness will gain for each of you a deep knowledge of each other. Today's marriage ceremony signifies the beginning of a lifetime of wonderful human experiences to be shared as a husband and wife."

"Three o'clock. Here begins the third hour of us sitting here like penguins..." Clinging onto Anna and Jay, Lucy was trying to steal as much warmth for herself as she possibly could.
"Look guys. I know it's brass monnkey weather, but since when has Mark been wrong on these things? When it comes to the crunch, Mark's visions have been right every time." Ben was starting to become very annoyed with all the complaining from his friends. "Give the guy a break. If anything, it'll be much better if it turns out he's wrong. At least we won't be going head-first into battle if he is wrong."
"I guess..." sighed Jess.

Another minute had passed by, and Amy and Greg were now facing each other, hand in hand. The love and respect they had for each other was easily interpreted by the affectionate, misty-eyed way in which they gazed at each other. At the moment it seemed like something from a fairytale. Was the day to end that way though?

"Now we celebrate the love that Amy and Greg have for each other and as family and friends you give social recognition to their intention to permanently accept the other by reciting the marriage vows:" Slowly the Reverand faced Greg, the congregation leaning forward in anticipation.

"Greg Urawa, do you take this woman to be your wedded wife?"
"I do."
"Will you love her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, and keep yourself only unto her as long as you both shall live?" replied Greg promenantly, the smile on his face widening by the second. The dream was almost reality.
"I will." The Reverand now turned to Amy, her shaking hands broadcasting her nervous disposition.

"And do you, Amy Mizuno, take this man to be your wedded husband?" Ami gasped for breath through the smile of her feint lips.
"I do." she replied with her trademark quiet tone.
"Will you love him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, and keep yourself only unto him as long as you both shall live?"
"I will." Almost in tears of joy, she nodded at the Reverand emphatically before turning back to her husband-to-be.

"Almost time to face destiny..." Marching side-by-side down the long winding halls of the command centre, Raye and Malachite seemed stone-cold determined to complete the task ahead perfectly. The attack call had been given, and now throughout the maze of corridoors shone scarlet strobe-lighting. The destination now, the transporter rooms.
"Soon we shall be together in a world of our own Malachite."
"If lady luck permits, so be it." The sheer determination of Malachite to win through with Raye by his side now took over his concience. He cared no longer for his leader. He cared no longer for his organisation. He cared no longer for his alliegience. He had been overcome by love, and he liked it.

"Surely lady luck will play no part. Determination and strategy will reign supreme in the end."
"The two of us do not hold the key to viewing the future, so we cannot be certain of anything. But as long as we still stand tall at the end, nothing will stop the two of us, no matter what becomes of the others in the end."

"I, Greg Urawa, take you Amy Mizuno, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part." Despite all that was happening around, Mark undevided attention was aimed at his watch. Five past three. He wasn't sure how much more of the agonising wait he could take. Whereas the other Sailor Senshi had something to take their minds off the situation, the wedding only reminded Mark of Raye, and of the final chance to recover her which lay moments away.
"And now you Amy. Repeat after me."
"I, Amy Mizuno, take you Greg Urawa, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part." It was now Darien's time to rise from his seat, opening before the couple an ocean blue padded jewelery box to reveal two sparkling, seemingly pure, gold rings.

"As a token of your vows, let you exchange a symbol of love. These rings shall from this time forward be a symbol of your love. Let these unending circles signify to all that your commitment is deep and your love is true." Taking one ring each, Amy and Greg remained face to face, holding back tears and smiling as wide as their faces allowed.
"In token of the vows made between us, with this ring, I pledge to you my love and my life." repeated Greg, following the Reverand's initial speech, slowly sliding his ring onto the fourth finger on Amy's tender, soft hand.
"In token of the vows made between us, with this ring, I pledge to you my love and my life." repeated Amy, repeating Greg's actions.

"Hey guys! Look above!" called Ben. Sure enough, there seemed to be small white specks floating down from yonder upwards. Small, icy, white specks.
"Snow! Ready yourselves!" In unison the eight reached inside their many shirts and sweaters, yanking out thier pendants, ready for action the moment the very first flake smashed into the ground.

"You have vowed to be loyal and loving toward each other. May you keep these vows which you have made here today. May you comfort each other, share each other's joys, console each other during times of trouble, and help each other as husband and wife. May you encourage each other in whatever you set out to achieve. And, most importantly, may you continue to love one another forever." For the final time the Reverend turned to the congregation, Amy and Greg still gazing into each other, hand in hand.

"Amy and Greg have formalized their vows and the bond between them in your presence and in mine, I therefore, by the powers vested in me, pronounce you HUSBAND AND WIFE."

"Right. Best of luck to you all." Beryl, Wiseman, Diamond, Malachite and Raye stood shoulder-to-shoulder in a line on the transporter, Professor Tomoe at the console. The room was one of the most brightly lit in the complex, its pure white glow a strain to the eyes of all used to such a dank, dull place. "As you know I'm staying back here to release Metallia when you so require."
"I thank you for everything you have done Professor. Without you Metallia would not be in the prime condition she is in now." said Beryl, iron-willed yet grateful.
"It's nothing. As long as we seal the victory. That's all that matters."
"Get us out of here Tomoe." said Wiseman, his booming low voice echoing throughout the small room. "It is time to change our destiny."
"With pleasure." With one push of a button, the five disintegrated, heading to the planes of Tokyo for the final assault. Tomoe smirked once the five had disappeared completely. "Good luck guys. You'll need it."

"You may kiss the bride." Encouraged by a spontaneous round of applause and cheers of affection from the congregation, Greg slowly lifted the fient vail covering Amy's pale face, and met her lips, sealing the marriage.

"Boom!!!"

An almighty explosion rocked the church, an explosion outside that was so powerful it shattered every single window on the west side. Mark was the first to stand up amidst a mass of panicking guests, fleeing to the entrance to determine what had happened.

"It's begun."

End Of Chapter 26